Algorithm the machine has succeed –we are the machine-there is a force- we are the force-we created – no we “discovered fire”-designed the wheel-made the machine then developed the software. It took many millions-centuries to express the code. Algorithm- a rhythmic ticking codification of all knowledge pieced together over centuries of human trial and error. Have we found the code – again?

A Messiah is born to each generation. Come on, this is completely sci-fi shit. But the narrative writes itself from the original algorithm (spelling doesn’t). You see? You see.

Y-O-U S-E-E

We see through culturally coded representation, we cannot, will not admit we see. To see is to threaten no no no no accountability, responsibility – agency. It is the polar opposite of victimization. If anything it is insidious gaming of the system – playing dumb – laughing all the way to the bank of one-up-man-ship. The cheater, the under-performer in possession of a magic empowering code (not necessarily negative) algorithm accelerated but not new, global millions reached with a finger click.

My head is micro-coded. Codification. How the mind works in cultural captivity. The imbalance set into motion is, could be, the fucking dark force.

If I could believe in what feels like my core. I’ve been watching too much media. 

Prophets:

Marshall McLuhan – “The Medium is the Message”

Jean Baudrillard – “Simulacra and Simulation”

(Ah misspelling the blips of transition in thought) – thinking out of the (whose) box!!! You cannot be high- we cannot put anything into motion without motion. Motion creates force – get caught up in the force. There is no peace working against the force of a personal galaxy.

But to put it into words makes it all trite. The clockwise force of time – was Einstein the first to remove the romance, the cloying sentimentalization in a single algorithm, of time.

Of course that was after the discovery to one force – a belief in one unifying source sought for all known existence. The absolute certain force of self constantly invaded. Always asking-seeking something – so simple as the cure for mortality.

The demand of the machine forever coded – captured in the rhythm of desire? Desire is that right?

Dante segregated the motion of like desire into tiers – condemned to one and only one tier Dante’s Commedia – should we remember never to forget Dante’s Commedia (comedy). Does Popular education (academia) glosses over the simple algorithm of Dante’s hierarchy of “sin?”   

And then – I was bored with the muddled movement of my mind on pot disjointed, sophomoric perception. I went to the kitchen to make dinner. I often paused in forgetfulness of simple, repetivie movement.