“Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.”
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Its envy you know. For we just may be a mythic race. Born into the soporific fifties, smug time of the world. We had the questions. The an...
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Somnolent I thought of the word while musing by my open window. Sleeping off and on, hearing wind chimes, that elegance given on... -
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Prologue part 2: The Race with no name: Over millions of years, the no name race built great machines to tame their hostile world. Machi... -
I noticed a funny sensation when I arrived home yesterday. As I moved around, getting a few things done, I felt as if I did not inhabit th...
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I have no excuse really. It was an odd day. Meant to go for a nice long drive but didn’t. Didn’t do anything really. Took a big, long ...
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I read a tiny bit about configuration. What I got out of it was that it has to do with a good functioning conjunction of hardware and softwa... -
Our God intends that we be full of joy. I think that the principle of the mustard seed works here too. Bear with me for a minute, ok? I th... -
( I was thinking a while ago what it would be like if our phones could, of their own volition, pipe up and speak to us. What if they ... -
Yesterday I had opportunity to tell someone that worry just robs from today and gives nothing at all to tomorrow. What a clever boots I am... -
💀💀 I have been thinking over the last couple of days about the article linked below by ELIEZER YUDKOWSKY about the rapid development o...
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