Posts tagged ‘reality’

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.

October 4, 2015 at 10:53 am Leave a comment

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.

July 27, 2015 at 7:11 pm Leave a comment

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.

May 5, 2015 at 11:49 pm Leave a comment

Fight, Flight…Restated: We Can Choose to Flee, Fight, or Submit

That’s actually the major part of this entry made simple.  The ‘simpler’ form is the product of a self-published book ‘The Territorial Imperative’, which in fact was initially widely derided.  One fatal flaw is that it might make it difficult to mate.  Society would be impossible.  In fact, families couldn’t exist, and mammals learn by copying.  Rather, we haven’t found an exception to that one yet.  In fact, it’s the only actual instinct in humans that we know of.  The rest of the so-called instincts are quite entirely disputable.  I was an example that fear of falling is not in the least universal, nor of spiders.  Learned.  I didn’t learn fear of   falling very well.  It is entirely doubtful that any given protocol can be identified as “natural”.

Which flies in the face of conventional wisdom.  But then wise people have never been able to stand me, they call me a wise ass. …

February 17, 2015 at 5:45 am Leave a comment

Stress, Seeking Help, and Human Males: Part I

The American culture as we know it is rather heavily derived from two things; an English subculture (by far mostly the lower class, at most “shop and bar keeps” as I read the description once) and the ‘Puritanical’ Protestant version of Christianity, which was more heavily influenced by Calvin than Luther.  That it’s largely descended from Britain is rather easily deduced from the national language, which both sides admit is not British English; in fact, we have troubles understanding those from that little group of islands; we understand Australians more easily.  Those on the West Coast who aren’t “old money” are descended from a subculture of that, the criminal-adventurer.  Although there was homesteading there was a constant need for a firearm and the ability to use it, and the biggest threat was not anything but human.

We treasure guilt, for some reason.  It is one of the first things we are taught, rather than that there are actions to avoid–and REASONS for the avoidance.  Some ass who tells you not to do things with no reason behind the ‘do this’ and ‘don’t do that’ will have a rebel on his hands or hers.  Why?  Because without a logic there is more than a probability of random rewards and punishment.  I’ve never seen that not happen, in about 56 years of close observation.  Yes, I observed before I knew to call it that.  I lived among those who were devout “Christians” and who abused children and somehow justified it.  What they tiptoed about with me was probably just that, getting me to yield; then I would have killed them.  [They couldn’t understand why I disowned them, even after they hid their actual son’s pedophilia with his own daughter–as did, apparently, the Navy–when they couldn’t even remember who was a top student and who nearly failed–when they lied to themselves and others so much that my adopted mother actually ended with Alzheimer’s from sheer confusion between what was and wasn’t.  I think she did very well to abandon two of her children (that her two legitimate children never knew of) to the state orphanage system.  What I am trying to say is that somehow going to church on Sunday led them to believe their workday actions were good, from all I could gather.  As it turned out they were not unnoticed in the community.  I could have gone to college at 13 if they’d allowed it.  I cannot imagine why they kept me–but then they couldn’t have imagined how utterly dangerous that was.  Yes, I dreamed of it; if you haven’t gathered what ‘it’ was  you are sublimely innocent.

They sent me to a psychiatrist, who took me and terminated ‘counseling’ them.  My ‘perspective’ or ‘viewpoint’ is in fact utterly validated.

The point? that is not unusual.  That we discover a few means that there are many, and that they are hidden primarily because the ‘perpetrators’, the ‘sinners’, the ‘guilty’…feel somehow vindicated by something, and because those who know them admire them.  Often they don’t apparently admire the hidden actions.  An experiment I performed captures indifference, disbelief or most likely unwillingness for involvement.  I can tell you it was an experiment, and that is all.  It was not illegal.

If the male (like that adopted “brother”) has desires he can’t mouth without punishment, what does he do?

If a male is raped, and seeks help, he will be first ridiculed and then told he solicited it.  He may even face legal charges.

Seeking psychiatric help is extremely dangerous, because the person counseling is an M.D. and believes that prescribed drugs are the primary fix for all ills.  They do not want to probe the human psyche because they are behaviorists and   basically don’t believe there is one.  See a psychologist.  The M.D. has spent 8 or so years becoming a doctor and then started studying psychology.  The psychologist has spent 8 years or so studying psychology.  [Admission:  I do have a psychology degree.  Admission:  I have had forcible and volitional care through each.  I  have made blanket statements; Dr. Spiro, the first psychiatrist–was a humanist, and prescribed drugs last.  He took a case rather than class approach.  He tended to inclusive rather than exclusive definitions.]

The gene described is more likely something that made people–primarily male–leave the cities and go to the Wild West.  There is one minor, tiny little problem.  Space is as yet unreachable because the Powers (those with money, not gods, presumably) haven’t made it so and feel invincible and immortal (they will quite certainly not be hit by meteors).  The same is true with the Deep Sea.

And, by the way…yes, I would go to the West, even though it meant my death.  The same quasi-scientists that quote him talk about scientific “proof” while the empirical HYPOTHESIS says that all you can achieve is inability to disprove.

The next part is intended to be about that asinine “Fight or flight” presupposition  which has nothing to do with anything at all.  Except an eccentric and self-centered millionaire who self-published a  book after vainly seeking publication before.  The same quasi

February 15, 2015 at 6:23 pm Leave a comment

About the Excuses Here

http://dailyburn.com/life/fitness/craziest-workout-excuses/?partner=yahoo&mtype=5&sub_id=02042015_exhaustedsigns&utm_source=yahoo&utm_medium=yahoo&utm_campaign=02042015_exhaustedsigns&utm_content=02-42015_exhaustedsigns

Yup, stay for the ant control.  That is not a mindless excuse; it’s mindfulness, sorry.

Jealousy? very probable.  Doh.  My wife has in the past thought I had my eye on various absurd women.  The latest is a chica (thus the word chick, incidentally, with the added thought that absolutely everyone finds ‘chicks’ in actuality cute, even psychopaths; technically I am one since I have PTSD and qualify under a few other headings; however, it’s not illegal, immoral or even unfashionable to be a psychopath; you’re just not supposed to act it all out so you join the military) who used to work at Harry and David [HAND, recent acquisition by FLWS] as a supervisor over me and wasn’t totally pleasant.  I have a habit of understatement.  She found me attractive as a next door neighbor (revealed when she was drunk; I reveal nothing when drunk from childhood experiences (teens is still a child and I was a sailor) and less when sober (as always now; medication).  Thus my wife was convinced I must be mortally attracted (logic?).  Which means that when I go to my chiropractor (of whom she was already jealous)…never mind.

Very few desires have impelled me, although many have inspired me.

February 13, 2015 at 4:21 pm Leave a comment

Reality

The definition of reality was once that of religion which was government.  Then supposedly government and religion split.  Somewhere around there government and the military did discover they were two distinct entities, just as with the advent of ‘democracy’ (which means non-inherited power) naked politics arose [the emperor no longer had to pretend, you see]; and with banks, retention of wealth without [pretension of] manners became justified.  Remember that the French nobility had to suddenly begin marrying commoners because they had become monsters.

June 23, 2014 at 2:53 am Leave a comment