| direct link for video if embed misbehaves | a reMarkable Paper Pro markup of Stephen's "On the Nature of Time" |
“Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.”
— Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days.
Once upon a time, the smallest and most fleeting imaginable quanta of eternal universal concsiousness flickered, like the barely perceivable interstitial context of terms and conditions fine-printed in faint red ink on the bland yellow onion-skin paper of a 1958 contract; one that no one reads, yet everyone feels somehow compelled to sign. The lottery of birth, that no one is given a chance to read, let alone afforded fully informed agentic consent. Along the way, said sub-Plank relevant ātman imagined impossible things that regularly proved not only possible, but in pre-retrospect, manifestly inevitable. Insignificant, and in the end as from the beginning, if the so-called supernatural is not the slightest bit magical, but merely and superbly super + natural, perhaps reverse-engineering subjective human experience is worthy of a different approach altogether. Merrily, merrily, merily, merily, life is but a SupraSensory existential stdio PromptStream.1
[1] In one observer's ever-so-over-credentialed, highly esteemed, un-Q-cleared, unfailingly polite, and proper society professional opinion.