Posts tagged ‘reality’
Old Note
0811 2018
It’s difficult for me to understand a lot of things having to do with humans, their values (and especially matters of faith, how they are named and how they are celebrated–both good and evil, yes).
The knowledge we’ve been taught is in fact a reflection of a societal interpretation of “reality”, which is actually far from what is actually experienced. We forget things, especially when in the midst of trauma. There is also the modern world. From what I can see, over half–probably three quarters–of the information on the internet varies from unreliable to deliberately attempting to win other people over for their purposes. Nearly everyone alive in the U.S. lives in the city modernly. (As I recall less than 5%, from the 1990 census.) That means that the only environment for which they’re prepared is the city. The more rural types don’t rely as much on place names as do the city-dwellers; paths are not cut through the land. Prime evil is couched in the terms of “threat to the state”, as I recall.
–another old note
Briefly Set-System Relationships
A system has complex* relationships rather than simple relationships between units of the set* which comprises it. That complexity is the difference. Otherwise it would basically be a set representing a set. A system has rules and is probably always artificial (for our purposes, mind). A set is a defined group of items whose only necessary relationship is that they be defined as related. A system meant to describe a set can be simple or complex because it may or may not have rules about relationships between its components. *A complex relationship would be capable of class recognition; a simple relationship in a representative set would mean…there would be as many members in the set used to represent as in the set represented, and that there would be only one relationship between members of the representative “system”–representing the given set. A set is a bunch of things, sort of like “Just (a) Bunch Of Disks” or “JBOD” in computer lingo and talking about drive setup. A system has those complex relationships I mentioned.
That’s one note for today, and hopefully it will leave you thoroughly confused. There is more to it (there should be; that tidbit represents 40 years of dedicated thought and 10 in particular about set-system relationships).
These definitions don’t relate to mathematical operations and are roughly my own.
I really do promise not to overdo posts like this. I just had to prove I am really doing something.
About Turth (Truth, I Mean)
I had to leave the misspelling. Sorry.
This is a true story. I was being admitted to the stand by way of oath, so that I could (basically) testify against myself. What the case was about is another and irrelevant story (I will say the neurological doctor I had was infuriated).
The officer of the court–whichever he was–asked “Do you solemnly swear to tell the Truth, the whole Truth and nothing but the Truth?” [*There was an earlier time where ‘before God’ was still part of the ritual.]
I lied and said “Yes”. I proceeded to answer each and every question as accurately as I could.
The problem is that words are about us and not about what we perceive–they’re not even about the perceptions. They’re about what we have in common, “what we can point to”. I know your sorrow through your tears and grimaces, I guess at your joy through your smiles–and if I understand that language incorrectly, generally I am either criminal or ‘mentally troubled’–“or” in common usage includes “and”.
As I answered the questions I still deliberated on this. Had I told the truth I would have at least been held in contempt of court, although my other answers wouldn’t have varied.
All we know is form; all we can do is guess at content. That woman’s loveliness (to me) may be a source of fright to her–because she fancies I am staring at her. [That’s merely a fictional instance, by the bye.] Then again I found in the rather distant past that ‘her’ nervousness–since there was more than one and there was a span of years–that the nervousness on the part of women actually had signaled attraction.
I’ll admit I’m rather socially inept. Thus I don’t look, but look away. I’m also rather deaf, but then on the whole I’m grateful for that from what I remember, and I don’t turn my hearing aids up much at all except when listening to movies. In respects the internet has been a blessing to me because I can actually carry on meaningful relationships.
Re-Enactment
If you have an eidetic memory and you are in the state that follows, how do you manage to temporarily damage that memory–more accurately, the way it indexes things–to allow for what amounts to a reboot to a backup? 1. The plan was made before computers were widely known, and the first method of indexing wasn’t available as an example per se to me. 2. That state was that I was living in what amounted to a prison camp. I mean this quite literally. I was very well treated, mind; it would have been a gentlemen’s prison. However, I remember the day after I was adopted my aunt pardon me my (new) mother saw me smiling and screamed at me “What are you smiling about?” I stuttered a bit and said I didn’t know how to say. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know the words.” “Then you’d better learn them, young man. I’m going to know every thought you have, just like with Stan and Susan”, who were her other two admitted children; she had 4 in all, but 2 she abandoned to an orphanage*. Very soon what I read was monitored and she openly read everything she could find that I wrote. 3. It might not have been a prison camp except for one minor thing. She kept me wanting me to act normal, the one thing I could never, ever do. I am a genius. She wanted to keep me there and…make me normal. Rather, she wanted me to make myself normal. That I couldn’t do so meant that I didn’t believe in God and therefore wasn’t saved–which was pretty well guaranteed anyway, since I was illegitimate. 4. [Understand that I am merely further explaining that prison camp, privileged though it may have been; I basically didn’t lack for food, for instance. She did withhold it from me when I was hungry because I ate too much, however. I buried that memory because I was afraid of what I might do.] I quickly found out that I had to bury a large part of my mind as much as I could. In her mind it would have been totally justifiable to kill me if I had resisted her in certain ways; she might well have tried to have me exorcised. My natural mother when I was nearly dying prayed for me not to die unsaved, not for me to live. My wife and the landowner we rented from both told me. 5. How can you be sure that you can divide and have it be adequate forever? you can’t. 6. How do you trigger that reboot I mentioned? you choose two 4 digit numbers. Yes, a PIN. Well, I mean, you look ahead a bit more than 50 years and see a number. You make another version of that number available as a lock; the other is a key, or unlock.
The lock was 7652 and used in 1963. The unlock was 7625 and encountered January 3, 2015. I obtained the number because I finally used a part of my skill in writing to produce something so savagely true that it produced immediate action, coupled with a plea to the president. There was the prior request to McClain, mind you that had gotten me Social Security.
How does it crumble? slowly but quite surely and irresistibly. I’ve even tried again and again to pretend it’s imaginary, and it’s not working. I even thought I’d killed the eidetic memory quite thoroughly and only left the permanent memory of patterns.
*The lock and unlock cannot be re-used. They hit the actual cerebral cortex join and there’s no way to go back. Yes, I’m actually ambidextrous. It is somewhat confusing at times.