You and Me

I was watching the Discovery Channel or History or whatnot the other day and at first I thought it was just another repeat of some Nostradomus prediction special, but then I realized that it was a cannibalization of that terrible stock footage and built into something new -- more about a contemporary mathematician who has developed a secret algorithm to predict outcomes on mathematical terms, and his predictions seem to be 90% accurate according to his claims. Applying his formula backwards to various situations including the rise of Hitler and the second world war, his results were accurate to the outcomes.

The ability of robots to evolve and function based on random and chaotic actions I think is similar to that in a very lose way. I think much less separates our thoughts and our progressions and evolution from nonconcious systems than we think.

Just in terms of the amount of parallels you can find between your internal processes and the world that you suppose to be external. I am losing the sense of self that we briefly discussed today. Where do I end and the external world begins? I don't know.

My b log that I wrote last night corresponds frighteningly closely with some of Dean's thoughts in class, his mention of binary, while in a somewhat different context, I nearly wrote a blog about binary code, and Bran and Dean had a conversation over the aesthetics of bridges that Dean braught up in class, and just the night before, I was talking with Joe and some other people about the aesthetics of architecture in Europe versus America, and the main example of my thought was the bridge of Europe versus the bridge of America, and when Dean mentioned it and pointed in our general direction, I thought for a moment that he was referencing our conversation the night prior, which I quickly realized Dean was not a part of.

landscaping

Some time ago, a man's pick axe worked at chipping away the walls separating Good and Bad, Moral and Immoral, Meaningful and Meaningless. He thought for whatever reason that they needed to go. Either they were in the way,  or maybe he just thought they were ugly. But he hadn't had much training in the use of pick axes against walls, and he went about it in a rather haphazard fashion, and as a result of his work, all the walls collapsed together into giant heaps, clogging up the paths, and obscuring the horizons in mounds of rubble. If only those walls were still standing, he could look at the mess and view the present state as bad and chaotic and work to sort it out into a more harmonious and ordered landscape, but now that they're down, he no longer sees any advantage in harmony and order over discord and chaos, so he sits in the center, not working because there is nothing to accomplish. He views work as rests equal. He has no reason to work and no reason to rest but that resting is less tiring than working.

Here's to the man, and hoping he makes something cool with the rubble.