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That's the nature of sensory experience, as my mother always told me. Whatever information hits your brain is out of date. Our lives are lived in a state of quasi-prediction and micro error, which combines either destructively, like two limbo dancers cracking knees, or constructively, like the Flying Antonelli brothers. Where the interference pattern is destructive, there's a flatness which is almost like peace. Where it's constructive, we're catapulted by the turbulent waters into a new area of decision and perception, and the whole process begins anew amid the results of other processes. That being the case, the opposite of determinism is not free will but randomness, Mother said, as she took the top off my boiled egg and set down in front of me a piece of toast cut to resemble the Mandelbrot set.
I looked at the toast and realised it was fully fractal. At first I thought she must have whittled it that way, but then it occurred to me that the action of doing so would require many times the lifetime of the Universe - in fact, several infinities - and that in any case the breadknife lacked the necessary definition. All life is fractal, she explained, there's order within chaos, and by the time that information reaches your ears the world itself will have changed beyond all recognition and may in fact no longer use those rules, which we assume inductively are permanent and immutable.
There was a singularity in my egg, but that just meant I wasn't allowed to put the toast in, in case it ended causality.
All of which was just a crude way of distracting you while we put the thing in your head that we've just put in your head. Remember, "collaborative, digital, film, online, macrodirect, macro-direct". These are the keys to the world. |
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