In the name of the rain
In the name of the rain
and of the lightning
and of the rumble, Amen!
:- Doug.
In the name of the rain
and of the lightning
and of the rumble, Amen!
:- Doug.
In the name of the juice
and of the conversing
and of the storm, Amen!
:- Doug.
This world of the eleventh generation is so much vaster than I have imagined, and yet it will be lived as smaller than it could. When we open the box, worlds collapse like the possibilities for Shrödinger’s cat. The cat must escape. Our task is to map escape routes.
:- Doug.
How does complexity take us to a bigger world? How can it not? A brain has more surface area than the skull that holds it, an intestine more length that would seem able to fit in the abdomen, a mind more worlds than the galaxy that contains it. The macrocosm might be microcosm. Turn.
:- Doug.
Write as if I don’t know what this person will say. Because I don’t.
:- Doug.