Ego Machine
Brain is chirping, mind’s perceived. Body perfectly hums along.
Minds out of matter
Sort and compare, then record
Meanings these words feel.
“Imagine a few single-flocks doing vroom and zoom into each other,” man’s curved fingers are squashing an imaginary ball.
“Single-flocks?” one listener rises their eyebrows, “Like, some tiny people? Or bugs?”
“No, no, nothing at all like that,” man gently smiles, “It’s not even things — ”
“Oh, so the gods of causal plane!” proclaims another listener.
“You could say that,” man rubs his chin, “It’s where it starts. And where the mental, or rather informational, layer ends. When looking as if from within, that is… and we don’t know what’s beyond. For now.”
There is silence. And yet, neither the emotional nor the physical stopped continuing. There they are together with thoughts but also faint notions beyond known words.
Some things solid, some liquid, energy erupting and buzzing, and data flying between endpoints at insane speeds. Each being its own weighted representation, a concentrated peak on (and of) a distributed spectrum of most basic categories of the same.
Pleasure and pain. Front, back. Left, right. Top, bottom. Positive, negative. Simply, this and that. In essence one — whether sensation, direction, or more generally a “thing” — but in reality just without other. All of it at the same time. Hence, setting aside uncategorizable and unchanging reality, also arbitrary individual.
Who would have thought that material universe feels that way… Just who?
Lol.
