In the last few days I have been concerned with conspiracies and the idea of conspiracy of thinking. It is something that I have been writing about in another extensive piece on China. Without consciously realizing that; it was, not the focus of the writing, the focus was about China, more aptly the CCP and the conbcept of conspiracy was woven in and out of those words. It was running under the surface of piece and now I consider it a important part of the whole, if not maybe the real story deserving its own study...
Artificial Intelligence vs Intelligence
Writing is tough for me, and I had -- last time I wrote -- resolved myself to writing what I thought rather than be a host of data and facts and links to other data and facts links. What might be called in a cliché of the lowest hanging fruit, information you are allowed to view. Alan Macleod's Fine article, on Unz Review informs me of the wreckage... The CIA Built Hundreds of Covert Websites. Here’s What They Were Hiding ...and that informs me of what an astute mind already knows or had suspected long ago. We keep forgetting this all started at DARPA...
LOOKING BACK FROM SO FAR OUT
They all seem to be one, and at each other. I keep moving between one and the other one, shifting, always shifting. The light is the same, it just...I find my mind in one sometimes and my body in the other...
The Autist as an artist, the artist as a individual.
"I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create."
--William Blake
I think I had trouble with language from the start. Yes, I definitely did have great trouble. What was being said as compared to what I thought, were different things. The things that I was reading and saying; was different than what others perceived them to be, compared to what I perceived them to be. Teachers, misunderstanding what my answers were. Cognition seemed at odds with the status quo...
Poem: Poets Hospital
There's a hospital for poets...
SHORT STORY: PORTALS
“When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.” – Philip K. Dick
"The portals are everywhere. And they lead to other Earths...right beside this one."
At first, I thought, when I went to sleep at night – I was small then and new to reality -- someone came in to the house to change the whole thing, and that it was some kind of test, and the point of my day was to expose it, or to get back to the one I liked. The one from the day before. Or the one I started at -- I DON’T KNOW WHICH I STARTED AT NOW. It has been so long that I have been doing this... I keep losing track?...
The Great Illusion
That endless economic growth walks in step with the illusion, and the illusion of freedom of democracy and the Marxist collective agenda?
Always to grow forever and ever, is based on greed alone. In both politics and economy. There is no other reason for it except the end of history and the sped-up decay of nationalism and movement to a technological totalitarianism...
DIARY OF A DEAD MAN — Chapter 2
Harley is simple man, he likes, rather, he wants his life to be that simple. No complexities, no unnecessary frills to eat away at the edges of that quiet simmering and easy pleasure. His life, that has become habit; admirable habits. No Fuss...
The End of the Old and the beginning of the new… the really ‘New Normal’.
“This is a mournful discovery.
1)Those who agree with you are insane
2)Those who do not agree with you are in power.”― Philip K. Dick, VALIS
I struggle with writing, and I will continue to struggle with writing. It defines me. It refines me, and allows me to shake of the old and begin anew. But not their new, my new...
Cuckoos and Other Strange birds…
...nuthouses, asylums and jails. This is one for the unrecorded fallen, those unknown names, the forgotten in numbered graves, on concrete markers. Those deemed mad because of fierce individualism, their odd eccentricities, unusual and not like standard fodder of society. Those unwilling to bend to the enforced and generalized, other view of what is reality. To the unrecognized gifted; the psychic; the undiagnosed autistic, those unusual artists that walk the fiery edge with tempting muse in soft and gentle hand leading the way...
don't worry you can change this later 
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