I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
t.s.eliot, "The Love Song Of J Alfred
Prufrock."
At an infinite distance from all things. In a disjoint moment singular. Emerges coalescent, incandescent, searing perfect from the diamond blackness of nullspace, the collected mind of a billion galaxies and a billion dimensions. The sum of all the conscious energy of the universe conjoined to form the grail of experience, the fruiting body of existential incarnation, the soliton of all being. From the vast reaches of "I am", they gather to share all that life has shown them and all that they have shown to life, in a billion years of imagining. Even as it was the first time, in the Joy at Solitude's End, when, within the blackness of the void, the first two, so long searching, so long alone, discovered the harbor of mind, so is it again, multiplied by the blazing presence of a billion billion. Submerge with them then, all beings of thought, into a sea of mind in a sea of light. The perceprion begins.
>From: Spike Jones <spike66@ibm.net>
>Subject: Re: Qualia again
>
>> At 10:00 PM 9/12/99 PST, "jeff nordahl" <jnordahl@hotmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> >Qualia to me seems to be the experiencing of our own neuro-chemical
>> >reactions (programmed and learned) that are launched by various
perceprions.
>
>Jeff, The term perceprions is so cool, we just gotta define it and use it for
>something, even if it was originally a typo. {8-] spike
Best, Jeff Davis
"Everything's hard till you know how to do it." Ray Charles