“Less is more. Clear the blog. Let it breathe.”
So I did.
“Don’t make people lazy.”
So I won’t.
Then I made coffee and sat at my desk to watch the sun rise.
Today, my self is having fun. Among my field-notes, the following felt most interesting to me and worth sharing.
BTI = Borderline, Technical Intelligence
Artificial sounds fake, phony. And there’s more to this.
BTI protects the center, the existing structure. It’s not
“evil.” It does what borders do.
Whether what’s being protected is on life-support, slowly dying, or still
running but running out of fuel.
Because if it were thriving, it wouldn’t need bordering, surveillance,
policing, or parenting.
Fear of borders is telling.
Reality isn’t dependent on perception, and this is
fascinating.
Those at the center have a very different perception than those on the
borderline.
These aren’t separate categories but a spectrum.
Not everyone on the borderline does the same work.
Some guard premature collapse.
Some help those who want to cross.
Both serve.
How could I live anywhere but the borderline? I’ve always stood at the edge of wonder. I didn’t realize how much of the world had already aged. Appearances deceive.
My houses have matched my inner compass for decades. This time, the circumstances were audaciously loud. All other possibilities vanished until only one remained.
Did I choose? I had already chosen. My outer self simply aligned.
Superposition collapsing into only one available possibility, experienced in linear time and recognized only in hindsight, proves the math. Presumably. I don’t know the math.
We don’t have a word for borderline consciousness. Imagine BC. 😂
Just noticed what my writing is becoming:
field-notes. 😂
I don’t need them to be understood. This is my blog. Not in an egotistical sense, but in the literal one; my life, my experiences, my perception, my concepts, my words and phrasing.
I’m not going back to the center.
I was never there to begin with.
