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It is the eyes I realise when looking as I do when searching (as I want not to but need) for something that says yes? perhaps inflected as a question, as a thought, a hesitancy only not as affirmation or commitment, as an option to connect –*

A possibility of tendernesses be they real, imaginary or relived as confirmation, as some memories of things to come, I give them equal weightlessness, they are but temporary, filigree they may not be the substance or the solid core the scaffold or the frame on which the edifice of life is built yet they are delicate refined exquisite joyful brief but lasting in their value in their glow.*

I cannot take my eyes off you no matter who you are, I see in you the multitudes of selves reflected that I love I need you not to be mine or to tell me that I’m dear to you, or let alone unique I need you only to smile back at me and let those windows to your soul say maybe: maybe.*

Maybe that which you are looking for that which you see in me that which you never thought of to declare but daily yearn to live to give and to receive that which you know though you may not have words for it that which you never knew but always knew would one day find you that which is you, that which is you may yet, may: just may, yet be


< Shea

THE BOURNEMOUTH & BOSCOMBE TRILOGY — Pyromania [1] (>)


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Critical Mass

‘What if,’ Sedartis muses, ‘consciousness is not a matter of characteristics or substance or physics or chemistry or biology or the nature of the configuration of brain cells or the genetic make-up or the design, divine or otherwise, of the brain or its configuration with the rest of the body, but merely a matter of connective concentration: get enough nodes on the network—in your case, the brain—to connect with each other at high enough speed and frequency, and you reach the point at which the network—in your case still the brain—becomes aware of itself and can start making decisions that are self-conscious.

‘Apply that principle to any other network capable of processing information—computers, chips, civilisations, planets with technological infrastructure and already conscious entities on them—and you enter the exponential acceleration of intelligence. Why? Precisely because it is networked to the level where it can become conscious. What if Consciousness is nothing but this: enough capable nodes on the network, Critical Mass.’

I’m inclined, unsurprisingly, to consider that a real possibility…


< Phantom

ENCOUNTERS — Ponderage (>)


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