14 Feb 2010

I’m singing this note ’cause it fits in well
With the way I’m feeling
There’s a symphony that I hear in your heart
Sets my head a-reeling

– The Who

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Giovanni Boldini: Spanish Dancer at the Moulin Rouge

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11 Feb 2010

i am liquid wondering
dreaming in the sky, awakening at midnight
for starlight cools my eyes
and my days last for weeks on end
where have i been?
it seems as if centuries have passed while i slept
and also momentary
i slip through the layers of what is real
finding imaginary roots
to touch the center of the light, where i die

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8 Feb 2010

The tendency of the religions of all time has been to care more for religion than for humanity; Christ cared more for humanity than for religion — rather, His care for humanity was the chief expression of His religion. He was not indifferent to observances, but the practices of the people bulked in His thoughts before the practices of the Church. It has been pointed out as a blemish on the immortal allegory of Bunyan that the Pilgrim never did anything — anything but save his soul. The remark is scarcely fair, for the allegory is designedly the story of a soul in a single relation; and, besides, he did do a little. But the warning may well be weighed. The Pilgrim’s one thought, his work by day, his dream by night, was escape. He took little part in the world through which he passed. He was a Pilgrim travelling through it; his business was to get through safe. Whatever this is, it is not Christianity.

– Henry Drummond

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The fact was, it saved lives. Consequences like never before for anything ever put in the reins of any AI that Sense was attached to were thought through, and then that thinking was itself thought through. It sought out the information through the network of the world, if it wasn’t sure about this or that, and was able to check the veracity of what it learned from other references, as well as asking for help if it still needed to understand why. Where the ontology was more or less last to reach was curious in retrospect, for the high security areas were generally where much of the hi-tech that existed was first envisioned, implemented, tested. Look at the internet, for example — originally a DARPA project (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, if you recall). Usually the security was to keep information in, and not out; but as it happened with Sense, the ontology was late to breach their fortresses.

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5 Feb 2010

Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
                – Simone Weil

When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion.
                – C. P. Snow

Everyone should learn to do one thing supremely well because he likes it, and one thing supremely well because he detests it.
                – Brigham Young

Tough and funny and a little bit kind: that is as near to perfection as a human being can be.
                – Mignon McLaughlin

The man who will not act till he knows all will never act at all.
                – Jim Elliot

To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.
                – Socrates

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
                – James M. Barrie

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2 Feb 2010

Logic and faith are not rivals.

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desire followed me to the garden of my dreams, and left
stranded amongst the flowers, the birds everywhere sang out of tune
i awoke to those eyes i thought far away, close like sweetness

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30 Jan 2010

Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes
I can’t say what I might believe
But if God made you he’s in love with me

– Five for Fighting

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Max Ernst: 33 Girls Chasing Butterflies

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27 Jan 2010

In prayer we express deep penitence and contrition for our shortcomings, using sorrowful and self-accusing words. And this often in all sincerity. But, at other times, we are not really much disturbed about it; or, at least, not nearly so much as our heaped-up language would imply. What we imagine that we are achieving through this unreality I do not know. We shall not fool the All-wise; nor induce Him to believe that we are anything other, or better, than we actually are! Were it not saner to tell Him the truth, exactly as it is — not that we are overwhelmed with sorrow for our sinfulness, if it is not so; but rather this, that, to all our other sinfulness, we have added this last and crowning sinfulness, that we are not much worried about it, or, at least, not nearly as much as we ought to be. Be pleased, in pity, to grant us such measure of sorrow for our failures as will lead us to a true repentance; and, through that, to a new way of life.

– A. J. Gossip

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[Short.]

What it was called was the Sense Ontology, or just Sense, really. “You Sense?” was the simple question people asked each other. Sense was something of a wonder drug: wherever the ontology was applied, to just about any given circumstance, it improved the operation of that AI, sometimes quite dramatically. It was like an organization principle that organized all other organization principles, and made them therefore that much more efficient when in turn they were applied to their own domains of situations. Not only that, but as the name implied, it helped to figure out in the ontologies that were affected, more of what would make AI actually intelligent. Outcomes now anticipated that had often been overlooked when originally concocting these operational interpretations that chugged the digital world along, and sometimes profound effects were truly realized.

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24 Jan 2010

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Somewhere, someone thought up an ontology, and remained anonymous. Perhaps you could say it was because of this anonymity that we hardly mention people at all, here in the text. One can only guess why he or she decided to remain unknown, but there you have it: we don’t know who or why they did what they did. It was one of those viral phenomena, which sometimes tends to be something of an emergence in the phenomenon sense; one might even believe that it formed from the work of more than one hand and mind — maybe there were many who thought of pieces of it, improved what what was there, what began as almost trivial, and then passed it on. But as it came to pass, this interpretation, this organization principle, traveled the world over, whatever parts of the world knew about ontologies at all, and were hip to the newest trends. And this is what this story is about.

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21 Jan 2010

If all else fails, what you are left with is a test. Maybe of character.

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love is never lost
even if sometimes its home is in the hurt
however far the love must travel
it closes any distances as a touch from one to another
this is not a dream, nor is it a mistake
to feel is never wrong
love can fill any space that life forgets
you need only see it has always been there

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18 Jan 2010

Being free is not being a slave to your whim. It’s doing everything you want to do, and not doing anything you don’t. The only question is, what do you want to do? What don’t you? Being free is something akin to not selling out, where what you want to preserve is your integrity, and you keep it. That is freedom. This is what it means to be born not of the flesh, but of the will of God. What those who do not have eyes to see can only perceive is someone who adheres to the rules of the good, and being a slave to what is right. But that’s the whole point of the good: it’s not the good if you don’t freely choose it of your own free will. The other side is being the subject of any random animal impulse that pops up. This is akin to walking through life unconscious. This would be what it is to be a waste of humanity.

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15 Jan 2010

All is quiet on New Year’s Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year’s Day

– U2

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Giorgio de Chirico: Comedy and Tragedy

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