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Another Galaxy Cluster
are rarely, skillfully handled over skeleton boys. Never being
clear about it. An anger reptile, sentient, almost becoming
vengeful like a car wreck. It keeps dreaming this existence.
Failure, anger, grief. An octopus death lingering to this day.
Some kind of monster from another dimension. Bitter and guilty
against his own kind of flesh. Tough chod just trembling and
then shuddering for any release.
himself in a stimulating environment. Meme's border bazzar.
Sex in the White House. Diplomacy in the Bush years. Musical
history, web creativity. Face the nation with Shakespeare. A
few wicked ideas sixty miles from Wichita. Fun being fundamental,
Another Solar System
being irrelevant. This universe a thing of this dream. The Olympics
have descended. Breakthroughs contradicting history. Penetrating
flatness. Respect the newly born.
swings to get a hit. Stimulation is needed. Being held prisoner
in niggertown. Mapped and reflected upon. And then mapped once
again. More stimulation. Such curious value. Total immersion
like digging a ditch. Transported in aluminum. This gathering
of stimulus. Seeing things from multiple angles. This planet
called Netscape and they never got back to me. What jerks! This
web stuff keeps me busy. I just bought a book about the web that
is over a thousand pages long! Wow! It's crammed info heaven and
I'm learning about the life cycle of information spaces. Does
that sound a little too exotic? I'm serious. I mean every information
space begins with its definition phase, with its private language.
The population growth and critical mass is reached. Then LIFT-OFF!
Saturation city..info pollution gets pretty bad and the demand
for indexing too gets pretty intense. That's when the shakeout
begins. Then the information space starts to get old and obsolete.
There's just too much pollution for the spiders and trees. Well,
the web is now in its saturation phase. It's the golden age of
content! Ultimately, the web will die and branded content will
have to migrate to alternative hypermedia systems. Don't be afraid.
It just means another info ecology will take its place. So get
used to it! The world will just have to redefine itself and so
man's voice-stone dead, yet somehow almost obscenely quickened
for the occasion came shouting from the other end of the room:
" You what? "
man lying on the floor propping himself up with his elbows,
responded: " Yeah, Bongo. I let him have it. "
" You're fucking crazy! Do you realize what you've done?
" No sweat, Bingo. No sweat. This guy's a real mother-fucker.
I threw sixty mantras at this guy. Shit! I'm calling him the
great white whale. He's wily, Bongo. First he attacked me in
the throat and then in the nuts. Dude, this guy's powerful,
but he's also kind of dorky. "
" So now do you believe me? "
" Yeah, it's a real problem, Bingo. He has a good understanding
of time, but he has no shape. He's like a weird kind of blob.
Almost like a cancer, if you don't finish him off completely,
he just starts multiplying again. "
" What are you going to do? "
" Don't know. This one's a real bear. And you know. She
came! I hit this guy so hard, it must have aroused her. I saw
her face float in from the east and it was just hovering above
me. But when she saw me looking at her, she just took off to
the south. She maybe down in the peninsula. Dude, she was looking
for you. "
" Well, at least now, I know I'm not crazy. "
It's still not settled, Dude. It's still coming out. I'm telling
you. Dilgo, the big white hound's behind this. It's his baby.
When you saw him in the dream, Bongo. I knew it was something
heavy. " the older guy smiled knowingly, almost as it was
an act. He paused a moment.
" The Kalachakra, Bingo. It's the driving force behind
this. It's like a time-tunnel to some kind of pureland. It's
so cool! "
" What now? " the younger man asked.
" It's like a kid, Dude. Just let it get born. It's a manual
about how knowingness generates wisdom. You know, and it's like
this gray mass seems to be originating from some black-hole.
And it's not white yet. It's still peaking, Bongo. "
" You're losing me. " the younger man muttered with
a hint of growing irritation.
" Bingo, it's about ignorance and knowingness, and finally
wisdom. They all arise out of the same spiral. " the older
man was a reading a Tibetan text he retrieved out of the storage.
" We need verification, though Fishbrain. I mean is this
the real thing? The fact that Dilgo's behind it gives me some
confidence. But we have to be sure. Maybe we can even convert
older man is talking to the younger man. He seems excited.
"I'm telling you, Dude. I love your writing! It's got this
cool magical rhapsodic flavor to it. The multiplex view of your
earlier stuff gives way to something deeper in your latest book.
" Really, what? " asks the younger man.
" It's like there's no longer any story, Dude. It's just
mind searching through itself now. Kind of feeling its potential
and its own pressure. Pretty hairy, Bongo.
The older man pauses for a moment then continues:
" It's like you describe the mind experiencing its own seeking.
You know what I mean? It's like this search for knowledge and
wisdom ultimately has to lead to something bigger. It's like it
has no choice, but to stumble into enlightenment Pretty cool,
One more pause. Then,
" It's the narrative, Fishbrain! It's going to the core of
the story and reflecting various aspects and experiences of mind.
Shit, I wish..I could write like this, Bingo! I'm just to fuck'n
Dude, I think he's tracked us down, " a voice trails off.
" Are you sure? " another voice answers from a distant
" Yeah, Dude I had a dream about it. "
is a deep chill in the air.
strange you know. This while thing's got a strange E.T. feel
about it. So does your babe and so does the black whale."
" What do you think it means? "
other voice feels distant.
I don't think it's just global chod anymore. This feels like
galactic chod to me, Dude. And if it is.."
The Buddha's been replaced by something hairy here, some kind
of wrathful feminine principle, Dude. "
voice stops for a moment.
And its creative and destructive aspects fit pretty well here.
But there seems to be more at stake. It's like some strong forces
are at play. "
" What kind? " the other voice hesitatingly inquires.
a knock on the door. It opens. " Eat rice, " an alien
voice booms into the ether.
voice behind the door trails off.
Yeah, Bings. It's us, them, and everything. It's the big, great
turkey in the sky.."
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