Prince and Geisha

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Back to Japan:

Kyoto
March 1985

It's difficult to purge the mind of all essentials when a thousand screaming tourists are jostling for position in front of the famous Ryoan-ji rock garden. I found the temple and fell into an unplanned trance. The priests were reciting sutras. I started reflecting on my life. Meditation was still a foreign concept.

The longer I am in Japan. The better see my own culture. The contrasts help me to find a new focus. I have achieved this goal, but my mind still feels unhinged.

Disorganization.

The mind needs it.

Organization.

The mind needs this too.

Everyone has a different tolerance level.

Calibrate and hope for the best.

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Tsukuba
March 1985

It was a rainy day in Tsukuba. The Fuyo robot show was a little tacky with its crude metal and plastic creatures. But at the Japan IBM exhibit a revolving triple-screen movie showed how the creative mind process, new technological inventions, and impending social re-organization could be all seen as one big integrative process.

The American exhibit at the Expo told me HAL was coming....

A little boy learned how to play games with the aid of a thinking, talking computer. Then the little boy as a grown-up doctor solved diagnostic lab problems with the same computer as it threw out colored holograms to aid in the computer/human dialogue regarding a surgery case. Then the same little boy
was lying on his death-bed with nothing, but memories to guide him and the same computer into the next generation. The great grand-daughter of the little boy taught the computer how to play a new game as the computer reminded her of her great grand-father.

The American then looked at the rain and pondered his impending exile back to America.

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