Friday, November 16, 2007

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A wonderful place to live. Lots of corporates – thinking people. Most work from efficiently sized units. Lucky corporates, they have access to exotic personal experiential modules right at home; very little dependency on others. When paired, mostly with other corporates, one usually provides the physical sustenance and environment. The pairs create a sense of community as they interact. Of course the children come home for programmed visits with expandable space providing little interruption or inconvenience. Although its fun to occupy, they never get home sick for school. Artisans living here add an interesting dimension, especially for the pairs. They occupy more space and have affinity for natural light, but the community benefits from their ancient crafts – even the food they grow.


Footnote:

Yes, we like the artisans – they work with hands.
Just three kinds of people: corporate, workers and survivors.
Live to eat, eat to live, live to survive.

What is a marshmallow anyway – experiential is only mind - a brain electrochemical input.
No taste is real.
Touch is real - that’s pressure - but a caress is just the degree.

Nature is the nature of, not a solid. Experience is the brain – electrochemical.

Wood grain? It’s true the ancients worked its surface; that was then.
Polymer simulation is wood grain, the same thing, just an electrochemical input.
It too creates that perception, a response - response to electrochemical input.

The nature of nature.
Who here has known the primary source, Nature. Perhaps the artisans still do.
They don’t understand – they think it’s the real real.

Life is experiential. Experience in sub-seconds of time.
Five senses - no. Just one, the brain’s interface.
Discovering that made it easier to feed us, make us happy, maximize output and flow of currency, minimize space we occupy.

The pellet comes in many forms that look pretty much the same, but provide the world of experiences – sensations. It’s wonderful, all in the mind.

Oh, the artisans. There is something special about what they produce; I can’t really quantify it. Not pellets, food hand grown in their unit, real wood things and the like, images on paper - just like the ancients. Interesting, something almost substantial to the experience. Yes there should be a place for the artisans – we must bank the genes for posterity.

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