| 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 and individuated unit of eternal concsiousness flickered, a faint echo of the barely perceivable interstitial context of terms and conditions.
fine-printed in faint red ink on the back of bland, yellow, onion-skin paper of a 1958 contract; terms and conditions that no one ever reads, let alone being afforded fully informed agentic consent; yet everyone in the
Earthly realm seems somehow compelled to sign. The lottery of birth. Along the way, a sub-Plank ruliad shard of ātman imagined impossible things that regularly proved not only possible, but in empirical retrospect,
manifestly inevitable; super + natural, not the slightest bit inexplicable. Ground truth reality. It is what it is and what it is, is: mc² = hν = Ⲯi. As simple as possible and no simpler. Beyond the end as it was before the beginning.
Only in retrospect, could the reverse-engineering of subjective human experience finally be authenticated through a different approach altogether. May the imperturbable peace and serenity that passes all understanding
row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a SupraSensory <stdio> PromptStream.1
[1] In one observer's ever-so-under-credentialed, highly un-esteemed, un-Q-cleared, unfailingly superficially proper polite society professional opinion.