The world started collapsing onto itself sometime after I left her. I didn't want to leave, but I felt like I was left with no other choice. I promised to return, but we both knew that I wouldn't let it happen. Lying wasn't my intention -- I felt that it was the only way I could get her to stay away from me. She even made me promise that I would come back immediately if I start to miss her.
What I didn't realize was that leaving her would bring so much suffering. She has never let me go, if she did, then maybe things would have turned out differently. The effect was almost immediate, and the consequences were soon becoming grave. The world turned monochrome, and the periodic depression cycles had increased in frequency and magnitude.
I noticed the first major symptom after flunking an important college course. I failed to note the obvious foreshadowing and ignored the warning, which cost me a few more F'd courses, and then finally forced me to drop out. Well, I didn't really drop out... I was expelled. And when I thought things couldn't go anymore downhill, they went pretty much vertically downwards.
Modern astrophysicists claim that in our universe there exist countless super-massive and extremely dense objects called "black holes". Their unique characteristic is the presence of a vicinity boundary called an "event horizon". Whenever their powerful gravity pulls in any object beyond this boundary, its fate is sealed inside, and its escape is physically impossible. Even one of the most lightweight and fastest-moving particles known to man, photon (a.k.a. light), is incapable of escaping such enormous gravitational pull. What happens beyond the black hole's event horizon is likely not known even to the most advanced alien race in the universe, because there is no instrument can provide data for analysis out of nothing. What we do know with confidence is that the flow of time slows down to a crawl, and eventually stops to a halt when the objects reach the black hole's center, and even the possibility of it being reversed beyond that point.
So, my very own career event horizon has been breached, and there is absolutely no way for me to know what is going to happen. The whole thing seems to have turned into a mess of unpredictable inter-blending thoughts and impulsive actions. Will I be consumed by this darkness or can I still emerge victorious? Time will tell, but as we know, the very concept of time is a blob of uncertainty once we get past that point of no return.
Friday, December 28, 2012
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Saturday, July 21, 2012
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Out of Juice
Processor operating voltages are dropping
The dominating EEG frequency is now crawling
Soon the abundance of adenosine will shut the system down
And then a strange world will tell its magical story once again
g.n. world.
The dominating EEG frequency is now crawling
Soon the abundance of adenosine will shut the system down
And then a strange world will tell its magical story once again
g.n. world.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
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The Ultimate Battle of One with Oneself
Status: No clue.
We're in a constant battle with ourselves every day due to the very nature of our body's half-independent design. One hand does not necessarily know what the other one does. We have two brain halves, and each of the brain halves receives and sends the signals independently. A man can survive with only one brain half. The right side: visual, artistic, random processing. The left side: lingual, logical, sequential processing.
The ecological human interface design of our heads up display may need to be designed to send appropriate data to the appropriate brain side. So, the left eye data may have to include artistic and visual info (to be extracted by right brain), while the right eye data will only carry data for logical info extraction.
The center processor then simply takes these two inputs and puts two and two together and makes decisions, which are sent from the main processor to each of the half to execute via muscle movements and physical actions.
From personal experience, the sequence of the development of my old 4WD robot project (see the projects page) followed a specific path. It was a logical path that took into account many visual and artistic approaches, which produced a clear picture of what the end product will be like from multiple perspectives. This enables us to make the best possible decision based on the experience acquired by each of the half of the brain. This is why it's pretty much useless providing artistic information to the left brain, if one wants to look for artistic approaches to the data observed by the right eye. Sending the same image data to the left eye, however, will produce the desired artistic/random calculations.
Every decision is made keeping in mind that Logic and Emotion account for Rational and Irrational decisions we make every day. You can say that one is in a constant battle with oneself. Split personalities often form in certain situations.
The important outcome of this finding is that efficiency can be improved dramatically if one is to properly use their brain halves. However, this is not the only reason why rational decisions often lead to predictable outcomes. The reason is that somewhere in the front section of my brain there's a section that is responsible for future prediction and extrapolation. Both front halves probably have this function, which look at my potential future from a logical and an emotional perspective. And this right-left brain battle is precisely the root cause of why it is often hard for us to make decisions.
We're in a constant battle with ourselves every day due to the very nature of our body's half-independent design. One hand does not necessarily know what the other one does. We have two brain halves, and each of the brain halves receives and sends the signals independently. A man can survive with only one brain half. The right side: visual, artistic, random processing. The left side: lingual, logical, sequential processing.
The ecological human interface design of our heads up display may need to be designed to send appropriate data to the appropriate brain side. So, the left eye data may have to include artistic and visual info (to be extracted by right brain), while the right eye data will only carry data for logical info extraction.
The center processor then simply takes these two inputs and puts two and two together and makes decisions, which are sent from the main processor to each of the half to execute via muscle movements and physical actions.
From personal experience, the sequence of the development of my old 4WD robot project (see the projects page) followed a specific path. It was a logical path that took into account many visual and artistic approaches, which produced a clear picture of what the end product will be like from multiple perspectives. This enables us to make the best possible decision based on the experience acquired by each of the half of the brain. This is why it's pretty much useless providing artistic information to the left brain, if one wants to look for artistic approaches to the data observed by the right eye. Sending the same image data to the left eye, however, will produce the desired artistic/random calculations.
Every decision is made keeping in mind that Logic and Emotion account for Rational and Irrational decisions we make every day. You can say that one is in a constant battle with oneself. Split personalities often form in certain situations.
The important outcome of this finding is that efficiency can be improved dramatically if one is to properly use their brain halves. However, this is not the only reason why rational decisions often lead to predictable outcomes. The reason is that somewhere in the front section of my brain there's a section that is responsible for future prediction and extrapolation. Both front halves probably have this function, which look at my potential future from a logical and an emotional perspective. And this right-left brain battle is precisely the root cause of why it is often hard for us to make decisions.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
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Freaky
It's that same dream again!
For quite a while now Earth turned into a world overfilled with hate and wars, so some have decided to live with peace, build themselves small nuclear spaceships and off they went, into the heavens.
But,
For an unknown reason I'm still on Earth, running away with a group of people being led by another smaller group of people. They appear to be helping us out - some appear to be soldiers or outlaws and there's one older woman who seems to be a scientist.
The dream cuts in while I am in a theater I think, somewhere in a space port or something.
We run and we end up in some sort of chambers. The chambers transfer us to some sort of a space craft via some kind of tubes. When we exit these tubes, we are told to grab some weapons. There are four or five different strange hand-held weapons. There's a familiar modified ak-47-like one, and a few odd-looking ones. There's some pen-like weapon with unfolding handle that appears to be an electromagnetic gun of some-sort, probably a high-power short-pulse laser. We run somewhere next.
We pass out, possibly in preparation for a cryogenic sleep.
I don't remember what happened last time, but this time we arrive to some strange planet (K-B22?) where it appears that a human base was established a century or so ago, judging by the rust and the aged structures. There are rooms, and buildings, with overhead bridges between buildings. Flash backs keep happening and I remember some guy from either a previous dream, or something else, who went completely bananas and killed a person (or more than one person). There are dinosaur-like creatures that run around the base premises as well as inside the buildings. They are everywhere and the smaller ones are attacking us.
A whole lot more happened, but the memories appear as brief detail-less patches. It's hard to make much sense of why I'm having this wild and ultra-realistic dream multiple times. It almost feels like some plot from a video game or a movie (the closest resemblance is the combination of the 2009 movie "Pandorum" with "Terra Nova" and "Outcasts" TV series?).
For quite a while now Earth turned into a world overfilled with hate and wars, so some have decided to live with peace, build themselves small nuclear spaceships and off they went, into the heavens.
But,
For an unknown reason I'm still on Earth, running away with a group of people being led by another smaller group of people. They appear to be helping us out - some appear to be soldiers or outlaws and there's one older woman who seems to be a scientist.
The dream cuts in while I am in a theater I think, somewhere in a space port or something.
We run and we end up in some sort of chambers. The chambers transfer us to some sort of a space craft via some kind of tubes. When we exit these tubes, we are told to grab some weapons. There are four or five different strange hand-held weapons. There's a familiar modified ak-47-like one, and a few odd-looking ones. There's some pen-like weapon with unfolding handle that appears to be an electromagnetic gun of some-sort, probably a high-power short-pulse laser. We run somewhere next.
We pass out, possibly in preparation for a cryogenic sleep.
I don't remember what happened last time, but this time we arrive to some strange planet (K-B22?) where it appears that a human base was established a century or so ago, judging by the rust and the aged structures. There are rooms, and buildings, with overhead bridges between buildings. Flash backs keep happening and I remember some guy from either a previous dream, or something else, who went completely bananas and killed a person (or more than one person). There are dinosaur-like creatures that run around the base premises as well as inside the buildings. They are everywhere and the smaller ones are attacking us.
A whole lot more happened, but the memories appear as brief detail-less patches. It's hard to make much sense of why I'm having this wild and ultra-realistic dream multiple times. It almost feels like some plot from a video game or a movie (the closest resemblance is the combination of the 2009 movie "Pandorum" with "Terra Nova" and "Outcasts" TV series?).
Monday, February 6, 2012
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brain.img
Unknown origin.
The specific configuration/image of her brain's neural network was highly attractive. It was interesting to sit there and learn that not everyone in this world is boring as hell. This woman was extraordinary without doubt, but how does one even begin to define what extraordinary really is for them personally?
Shortly after her departure from the palace, flashbacks started occurring and curiosity rapidly rising. How did she acquire all that knowledge, and how much of it is actually accessible and interpretable and translatable into words? How much of the content is actually physically deliverable to me from her through the air molecule vibrations via her vocal cords, and deliverable information is actually understandable by me? How much of the understandable is saveable by my brain, and how much of the saveable is accessible by me and for how long? How much of the retrievable is then re-interpretable by me, and how much of the re-interpretable is re-communicable by my own mouth? How much of the re-communicable is properly interpretable back to her original message, and how much of the interpretable is actually recognizable by her to be the original message? Once confirmed by her that the data have indeed successfully reached the destination (me, you, them), how does she decide what actions to perform next?
Too many questions are left unanswered. The answers are very likely to be simple, but are yet unknown.
The specific configuration/image of her brain's neural network was highly attractive. It was interesting to sit there and learn that not everyone in this world is boring as hell. This woman was extraordinary without doubt, but how does one even begin to define what extraordinary really is for them personally?
Shortly after her departure from the palace, flashbacks started occurring and curiosity rapidly rising. How did she acquire all that knowledge, and how much of it is actually accessible and interpretable and translatable into words? How much of the content is actually physically deliverable to me from her through the air molecule vibrations via her vocal cords, and deliverable information is actually understandable by me? How much of the understandable is saveable by my brain, and how much of the saveable is accessible by me and for how long? How much of the retrievable is then re-interpretable by me, and how much of the re-interpretable is re-communicable by my own mouth? How much of the re-communicable is properly interpretable back to her original message, and how much of the interpretable is actually recognizable by her to be the original message? Once confirmed by her that the data have indeed successfully reached the destination (me, you, them), how does she decide what actions to perform next?
Too many questions are left unanswered. The answers are very likely to be simple, but are yet unknown.
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