#AnonimNotoriuArt - IXO #1

anonimnotoriu (56)in #art • 7 years ago

I said for many-many years that the world is made of language. I think that carries some of the flavor of what I wanna say there, but there's more to it than that. It's that everything is code. Everything is code in the sense that hackers mean when they say they write code. ... The DNA is like that, human language is like that, human body language is like that, machines communicate like this. In fact, this is a bridge which connects us, this is the great overarching bridge which will connect us to the machines. That they, like us, are commanded by language.

And so, this realization that everything is code and code moving at many levels is, I think, a further... it's more primary then the perception, for example, that things are made of space, time, matter and energy. That's one level bellow code. The code codes for space, time, matter and energy. It's more like we're in a simulacrum, some kind of machine environment.

This stuff [hallucinations] is too coherent, means too much, it's too emotionally charged. Well, we have never really rallied as a group to try and locate in our combined opinions one or several sources of these images. And, I think this is legitimate perception of thoughts, places, things, times and objects that either have existed somewhere in the Universe or do exist or have existed in the minds of beings somewhere, sometime in the Universe. In other words, we have to begin to take seriously the consequences of generalizations like quantum connectivity.

In other words, it's one thing to bask in the overarching metaphor, which says everything is connected to everything else... it's quite another thing to say "so, what are the consequences for me of this?".

And the answer seems for me to be that the imagination, the insides of our heads, really is the most vast frontier... You have the Hubble telescope inside of you, you have inside of you an informational gathering instrument that can give you good intelligence about things so immeasurably distant from this point that to state it in numbers and units is meaningless. It's just elsewhere. The elsewhere of the absolute infinity of the plenum of imagination, in which apparently beings rise and fall like plankton in the sea.