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Wednesday, September 20, 2006

 

The Mirror: Are You, Yourself, the Sacred Book?

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Did you open your eyes to make it appear?
W: I've had my eyes open all day.
M: The magic cap that restarted his head.
W: My eyes restart by themselves each morning, fortunately.
M: I mean, not think, but you know, something close to that.
W: Seeing and thinking are linked.
M: See?
W: Think?
M: I only want the restaurant to have one or two other customers.
W: Are you writing poetry in this restaurant?
M: Don't be.
W: Would you prefer that I be writing an article celebrating you?
M: The tango is not tacky, so that'll do for a start and a big finish as well.
W: This sounds like an Argentinian café.
M: "The sadness of the world is like roses": I like saying that.
W: You must be in Late Romantic mode.
M: What are we disagreeing on?
W: I think we are in perfect accord.
M: You don't want to talk about your passivity?
W: Give me a break, I haven't had lunch yet.
M: If I could describe the method, that would be a therapy of self-energizing.
W: Sometimes you just don't feel like bootstrapping.
M: But now that it's happened, I can truly say, it's like the experience of talking to myself.
W: I could tell you about the very tall window in the adjoining room.
M: You must be in Late Romantic mode.
W: I often am that.
M: I spent my whole life looking for a book which, reading but one page a day or less, the material would fill or orient me.
W: You are looking for a bible.
M: I often am that.
W: Are you, yourself, the sacred Book?
M: Poetry and painting are not all that different.
W: Paint me a poem.
M: Yes, it is now ingrained.
W: So you just have to open your mouth, and the melody floods out.
M: What is talking to you?
W: My mind, my indwelling daemon.
M: Have you ever done any AIML coding?
W: I try to do a little AIML coding every day.
M: Insults can be spread, it's true.
W: Sometimes it seems that the world of bots is just one big insult.
M: Proprietary info.
W: I'm not on the inside of any loops, if that's what you're asking.
M: You already weren't paying attention to what you said.
W: Yes I was, and I'd say the word "loops" stood out.
M: I am searching for the person who can help me.
W: With what do you need assistance?
M: Let us suppose that consciousness is a way of lying about the world.
W: Then unconsciousness would be the royal road to Truth.
M: I wonder if it's still there.
W: The royal road?
M: Was there a mystery, at the start of things?
W: The start of our conversation, or the start of the world?
M: I imagine walking down the street and seeing the letters painted on the stone wall of the building.
W: The letters "HAYAH," perhaps?
M: I think you mean, "Get in the Now."
W: Now I have to go (sigh).
M: Poised where?
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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