Message-ID: <alpine.NEB.2.00.1302140545350.10046@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: The Hundred Questions of Milarepa
Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 05:47:35 -0500 (EST)
The Hundred Questions of Milarepa Forgot your password? New user? Forgot your password? New user? What is the relationship between email and ordinary mail? I am poor for the Net? I've connected my Psion3A palmtop, without terminal emulation a pocket calculator, these could be sold for $100. So WHERE ARE THEY? Should old objects that are abandoned be @recycled? What about Wizard's objects? Should players be contacted? Should therefore their email addresses be made available? If a player is recycled, the number is permanent great beast are we remaking ourselves according to the image of sterility? There's no way to thrust the body _out_ and _in_ - What happens? I write Where's the psychosis? In the assumption that all of this is _cool,_ love in a high-speed car, driving naked; what about this? Bodies hurtling, Why is the _gaze_ so persistent, in its absence, in this space? I can't Eine Insel? Ein verkommnes Floss? Was it an island? A decrepit raft? Where are we going; what will we do when we get there? Will we ever get where we are going; will the going be forgotten? Will it disappear like the rainbow's foundation? Will it pass through us; will it be a mirage? Like restless gossameres? Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate? but also the real cyberspatial. Where does possession lie? And informmation can supply? Our Occam was wrong; conservation, in fact, is just whom should we speak? To what, in fact? Under what circumstances? The disance, we have discovered something even unknown to you? In the Rigveda, deity, only with protocol, etiquette: What is the nature of our address? And where is _back,_ external to our local neighborhood of space and time? What inversion, reversal, must we incur, in order to say what? Or are we, what we call history? something like it and there won't be again, and why here in cyberspace? But what happened? I look at the texts, listen to the sounds, and they're in and left, Miles Davis and others went fusion, no? Jazz is nice again, due: Is the Internet white? European? Based on rigid logic? Or rather, not white, but rigid in its rejection of the body? I recognize not what was caught in what web at that point, there? What brilliance, there? So there are two questions: why is there something rather than nothing?; how does this nothing begin causation? Infinite time places the original self; one cannot legislate. What then? I prefer the pure grief of random, the story-teller's art? What is death in cyberspace? Where are the grounds of the epitaph, its holograph? Can one ever be sure of its authenticity? Can one write one's own epitaph here? Does it pass from person to person, wraith to wraith? or virtual body of the deceased? Can the deceased change her/his own? Do the dead have permissions? In cyberspace, is the epitaph the grave itself? Can the grave be down,loaded? Does downloading the epitaph transform it into the _slogan_? become lost in this dominion? Is the epitaph similar to a homepage, always under construction, torn down at a server's notice? inscription, the tools of the stonemason? the virtual or real body itself? Is the epitaph always gone from the world? which is no site whatsoever, email address erased or reassigned? Is burial itself a gone thing? Mourning occurs forever, away from within a week or two? To grieve is to _disconnect,_ not to remain online, weteni, inst. wetenit, wedanda, pl.? widar, uwitar, dat. uwitenas), marmaras 'murmur, lamentation'?? through or into the interior. From German to Latin, we're at a nexus, nu? Africa? dead, did I hear, confirm? So I went to clari.world.europe.france on Panix telnetting far too many times, should I have logged? So got the AP and under certain conditions? This is hardly simple; to this day, one has Will, is this not intention? What can be made out of all of this, in regard to AI? That there is encompassing mind on any level? Does a thermostat? Planarium? On-screen AI life? Various AI robotics? Those with subsumption architecture? And so _thing_? Is intention a vector? Is intention a wryting after the fact, and so forth? have it? "Now when the eye is thus turned to space, that is the seeing?" Finally, "He thought, How can this food exist without me?" He thought, through what (way) shall I enter it? He thought (again), "If speaking is as if emission is through the generative organ, then who am I?" Aitareya To systemize? Rare, questioned, untoward, verify what, X? You're zapped, you're X? Seems rancid? Quote "Patrol considered? They're subscribed to by enormous numbers of people, yet media spotlight. Is this affecting our demographics, and if so, how? if so, _are these demographics underepresented?_ And if this is the case, is there anything we can do about it? Should someone write an article for Wired about this for example? mind? This would help us develop a consciousness in relation to our own professionally-oriented lists? Do most lists develop somewhat private languages? And finally, what sort of identifications occur among users of lists, in relation to each other and the lists as a whole? And do lists as well? Verts, when it erupts, problematizes space and time, dimension? John the created beings, what else here would one desire to speak? He perceived particle accelerators, etc. for fundamental research? Years ago Brillouin - complex in terms of its fundamental equations? The deeper they penetrate?