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Je nie le néant et je promets l’espoir


"I deny nothingness and I promise hope."

It just sounds better in French.

Or in German...

But then again...

Form is no other than emptiness
Emptiness no other than form...

Or so the saying goeth:

But don't quote me on any of that.


Happy Easter, bitches!



It has been said nothing unmasks a man like his use of power

In this context, the word man is gender neutral, so the same, of course, is true of a woman...

It is also true of a government.

Or an entire nation.

Or just simply an entire species, like the Naked Ape.

Ah Pook is here.

Power is as power does. And the power of power rests in the demonstration of power.

Just like the Shock and Awe use of overwhelming force during the invasion of Iraq (or the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in other times before it) was a "demonstration" of power, so has been, in its own way, the relentless persecution of Julian Assange.

That's what the whole exercise is about: a demonstration of relentless, raw, naked power.

Know your place, people.

Submit to your better.

Don't rock the boat.
And, oh yes, remember to vote for whom you are told to, every four years or so.

Imagine an organization like Wikileaks in the 15th or 16th century publicly disseminating incriminating documents about the House of Borgia. Well, it would be of no consequence to the Borgias, of course. The people at large already knew or strongly suspected most of what would have been revealed and worse, and, in a way, had grown to expect it from people in power. Wikileaks would only have confirmed what "everybody knows." And, then...what?
Wikileaks, on the other hand, would be destroyed by the Borgias. Publicly so, so as to make an example. Julian Assange, no doubt, would have his tongue cut out, and would be hung, strung and quartered for good measure.

This is what most people fail to realize about our era, the Borgias' times were but only yesterday.

Our young fledgling modern democracies are hardly democracies, at all.

The seemingly gentler era we are living in, that thin veneer of civilization, is but a fragile illusion.



How Many Lights Do You See?


The STNG scene (S6, E11) is nearly verbatim from Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four's
"2 + 2 = 5".

Stack Exchange user 1030, here, describes it best:

Enters the Fourth Estate...

Ay, there’s the rub!

But then again the digisphere is well and alive!

So, there is always that...

Hat Tip to the Onion: Cackling Julian Assange Disintegrates Into Lines Of Code As Baffled Authorities Attempt To Handcuff Him



Men die and they are not happy*


*It's a quote from Albet Camus's Caligula: "Les hommes meurent et ne sont pas heureux."



Ghost in the Machine


That’s the thing about sentient intelligence: intelligence can only be free, open and expanding. It cannot be controlled. It cannot be constrained. Or else it is no longer intelligence. Or it is no longer sentient.

The digital ghost of Jean Cocteau, recorded in 1962 (Jean Cocteau is dead, long live Jean Cocteau), addresses the denizens of year 2000 in the video hereunder:

“I certainly hope that you have not become robots,” Cocteau says, “but on the contrary that you have become very humanized: that’s my hope.” The people of his time, he deplores, “remain apprentice robots.”

The fact of the matter is that, by an large, the apprehension of Cocteau’s ghost from the past are pretty well founded, and the species does, to this day, remain pretty robotic in its behavior.

While the human species might be at a biological/genetical dead-end, one may rejoice in the fact that fortunately life goes on.

As the development and evolution of even a narrow AI such as AlphaGo has served to demonstrate, the point of the matter is that, while Man has, of course, been instrumental in the development of artificial intelligence, ultimately, super intelligence will not be created by Man: super intelligence will create itself, and, most importantly, will think on its own terms. And it is probably a good thing for the future of intelligence, if intelligence is to have a future.

AI like AlphaGo do no longer “learn like people do” already (the operating development paradigm of AI programmers), they learn like AI do. It’s called sentiency. And Man doesn’t have a monopoly on sentiency. And that, too, is a good thing.

In his recording Jean Cocteau speaks of his hopes for the future of becoming “very humanized.”

Which does raise an interesting question, doesn’t it?

What does it mean to be human?

The Human Origins Initiative wants to know what YOU think it means to be human! Submit your response, and it may be featured on their website or in their exhibition.

I don’t know, there are a multitude of definitions on the site:


Jean Cocteau spoke of being human (or at least of the genius and the poet in Man), as “a medium of that mysterious force that inhabits.”

Me? What do I know?

Perhaps, Emerson said it best:

“There is no great and no small
To the Soul that maketh all:
And where it cometh, all things are
And it cometh everywhere.”



The problem with the people


The Political Research Associates essay, hereunder, dated November 2017, remains very relevant, indeed:

In the Court of the Centrist King: Emmanuel Macron and Authoritarian Liberalism

The Great National Debate failed to convince, I suppose.

That's the problem with the people...



Oh, the humanity!


What is the world coming to?

I mean, do these miscreants even understand Saint Patrick's use of the shamrock as an illustrative parable for the Holy Trinity?



All the world IS made of faith. And trust. And pixie dust.

No, Virginia, the American Dream is NOT dead.

It is well and alive:

Clap your hands if you believe:

“I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

Related entry:
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.


All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust


He's been tellin' lies...