The Wanderers (Part III)
What follows is written in a phenomenological language. That is to say, it is an unfolding, rather than an inference.
Where is there room to wander in a land beyond hay piles? Beyond wine? Beyond emotional, or perceptual, or philosophical transparency? Back to the manicured wilds! There are still parks in this city where you can look out and beyind the crests of hills its's as if there is no humanity-pile just beyond the pale. I sat there in a birch glade and focused on my breath for twenty-five motionless minutes. When I began to move, it was only then that I began to feel cold. I was withdrawing from caffeine (no longer good for my eyes--my weak globules filled with floaters and mini-hallucinations are getting fixed). In my breath I heard the bellyaches of whales; I played smack-it ball with junior faculty at Harvard; I carried on long conversations with ELIZA, where she teld me what I had to do; I got stuck in the uncanny valley, unable to see my arm movements as graceful; I proceduralized my wanderings; I pulled a tree out of the ground ant it gave way; the staff I fashioned from it looked like a gnome.
Consider: "From days of long ago, from uncharted regions of the universe, comes a legend. The legend of Voltron: Defender of the Universe. A mighty robot, loved by good, feared by evil. As Voltron's legend grew, peace settled across the galaxy. On Planet Earth, a Galaxy Alliance was formed, together with the good planets of the Solar System they maintained peace throughout the universe. Until a new horrible menace, threatened the galaxy. Voltron was needed once more. This is the story of the superforce of space explorers. Specially trained and sent by the alliance to bring back, Voltron: Defender of the Universe."
Where is there room to wander in a land beyond hay piles? Beyond wine? Beyond emotional, or perceptual, or philosophical transparency? Back to the manicured wilds! There are still parks in this city where you can look out and beyind the crests of hills its's as if there is no humanity-pile just beyond the pale. I sat there in a birch glade and focused on my breath for twenty-five motionless minutes. When I began to move, it was only then that I began to feel cold. I was withdrawing from caffeine (no longer good for my eyes--my weak globules filled with floaters and mini-hallucinations are getting fixed). In my breath I heard the bellyaches of whales; I played smack-it ball with junior faculty at Harvard; I carried on long conversations with ELIZA, where she teld me what I had to do; I got stuck in the uncanny valley, unable to see my arm movements as graceful; I proceduralized my wanderings; I pulled a tree out of the ground ant it gave way; the staff I fashioned from it looked like a gnome.
Consider: "From days of long ago, from uncharted regions of the universe, comes a legend. The legend of Voltron: Defender of the Universe. A mighty robot, loved by good, feared by evil. As Voltron's legend grew, peace settled across the galaxy. On Planet Earth, a Galaxy Alliance was formed, together with the good planets of the Solar System they maintained peace throughout the universe. Until a new horrible menace, threatened the galaxy. Voltron was needed once more. This is the story of the superforce of space explorers. Specially trained and sent by the alliance to bring back, Voltron: Defender of the Universe."
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