Brain, Glimpses Of A Cloister

Brain, Outer Cloister

A low tide ebbs the delicately woven fabric of our thoughts in times of crises. Fascinating though it is to observe as a sniper, the way your mind reacts to this excessive excitation of neurons, and flashes of nerve impulses... It's quite nice that something functions on a hardware level and it doesn't know what difference it makes to the big picture... An unconsciously matched impedance of biological hardware gives rise to a conscious flow of thoughts... Who woulda ever thought that we'd turn out to be biological computers one day? That one day, this artificial intelligence would encompass everything, and become the defacto standard for thought... So what then was natural intelligence (or benchmark) before humans were created? Along similar lines, will computers and their clusters dominate the future and wipe out human intelligence to become the de-facto standard for intelligence in the future? Where do we go from there? After all history has always been the story of a successful form of life and thought wiping out less capable intelligence, and conquering new realms...

Everything that has a beginning has an end... We too, will be obsolete in our construction one day... And will be replaced...

/* Sips Tea, Drags deep. */

It'd be nice to have a sneak peek at What form of intelligence will replace the newer forms...? But that's a long way to go. There is a possibility that the universe also follows Darwin's Theory of Evolution... But on incomprehensible time scales... The universe is doing everything in it's power to preserve itself... And we are just partly sober humans, unaware of even trying to grab the bigger picture...

/* Senses burning in throat, Flicks cig away. */

I'd love to hear a Bihari's take on all this. He'd just say - "Ghanta. Chupchaap sutta maar aur hamko bhi maarne de. Tu kya hilake chodu existence existence bol raha hai be saale?" LMAO! Howlarious!

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Brain, Inner Cloister


/* Stops walking, yawns, scratches head, scratches bum in the hope of comprehending life, kicks stone, looks around, yawns again. */

CHETTTAAAAA!! ORU CHAYA, ORU KING!!!

/* Lights cig, takes a drag. Smiles. */

We have so many languages whose existence we irrevocably cannot deny. A shortcoming in language is that we need to use words to communicate ideas and thoughts. Is it possible to develop a system of communicating images and flowing scenes from a memory without using words. Is it even possible to consider the idea of sustaining a throughput of visuals without using metaphors and idioms, without using words. Thoughts work on different levels...

/* Drags */

Words are a layer of deception used to confuse the thoughts of mankind...

/* Realization dawns. Glass of Tea empty. Orders one more. */

A better superior, all-effective, exceeding capacities of the predecessor... A new non-racist form of thought transfer, a tandem of simultaneity... The best way of doing so might be to use a language of 3D constructs, and each construct can resemble a pattern. And the shape of the construct must vary depending on the line of thought, the idea, the logic and the underlying purpose.

/* Sensation of a distant voice calling out my name. */

Enter Girlfriend - "HIEEEEEEEE!!!"

/* Thought process interrupted and disoriented. Thoroughly. */