If deities are androgynous and we created, are creations of fantasies dreamed and beamed to radiated radiation we spirit-dance sounds without vibrated vibrations or derivations, anarchy there be, then we see and be both the life of songs and silence and as societies, discover these to be good. Falling trees in dawn lights at the center of creation’s place vibrate notions and sounds among illusive illusions and illustrated illustrations. We! Gods and Goddess of these creations do find these to be also good.
Run with the wolves of Sity Park and appreciate days of oiled rain with a cougar’s heart. Beware of visceral humanoid hordes, those scorching rights and those torching wrongs. Fights: both frenzied and terse, with bursts of peace too short to notice sun-scars and dusted forests in green summers too, with tumbling leaves. Giveaway hoary with unfamiliar, the contentions of earth-speak and a necessary sadness, necessity weighted in heavy burdens too fierce and too varied while multiplied by the conditions of humanities’ weights and survival’s moments and greed.
Through digital discharges worlds clash as commodities and perilous capitalism rushes to extinguish itself; greedy and selfish with bodies, purchased and sold on blocks of zero and ones. Fearing the spaces between and shivering within the world electric, no silence can be purchased by ‘anybody out there.’ Either ‘yes or no’ is always the wayward reach of all commodities, unknown and found and consumed and never understood.
Is it better to flee or better to dig livelihood from the bottom of one’s own grave?
What of sparks that move into the light of joining living inside and outside the days of past’s present’s future. Behold Spirit Dancer and remember when warmth was without fire and strength was absolute without the science of dimensions and senses and all was: nonsense-hallucination-superstitious and religious without names.
What is the measure of air between the dancing of leaves and fairy’s dust; tossed or gently sprinkled then forgotten? Puppet painted faces sold to entice ninety-nine percent of the unwanted, received never enjoyed and never knowing the way of knowing why or contemplated within unavoidable silence. Imagine a steady fall of snowflakes soft, of silent nights and early dawns, of inside just before birth and tiny spaces just after death. Gentle raindrops are correctly spaced ‘cross a springtime meadow.
We are the daughters and the sons of earth and of the starry heavens. Our history is alive simple and true except when suppressed and distorted for unnecessary gains and a perversion called wealth. We are the eternity of spirits no need beginning and never ending. Such is the sweetness of life. Symmetry with no form except wind and rain and careful storms of chaos and figure. Go figure the here or the now and still history is not preformed or manufactured save by the controllers of spins and twists and the thrill of the lie. Or! Go figure with the smile of Leonardo or the Lady’s laugh or the chatter of many minds or just a few hearts.
“All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.” ― Robert Louis Stevenson…
Do humans learn through perception’s ability or is perception an imprinted program already etched onto our brain’s chip? And! Does this ‘perception-of-perfect- imperfection slow our computer selves? Thinking that ‘I am’ often confounds knowing that ‘We be’ DonChaSee?
Class problems are classically human programming and machines of survival ‘we be.’ Electric outlet and pin equals shock and artificially ‘we be’ learning, not to place pin in outlet. Another example that is not intelligent computation, however; survival necessary…’Been-there-Done-that and Oops’ we learn something all the ‘live long’ day…
Classes of problems requiring intelligence do include inference based on knowledge. Everyday uncertain and incomplete information with varied forms of lessons learned and perception’s twirls and swirls along with those applications required to classify and predict and control chaos often require the optimal optimization of Yes—No—and ‘yep that will work maybe’ and ‘once-in-a-fashion’ we may survive to ‘Oops’ another day.
Intelligent computation may depend on biological processes and issues to gain solution. Genetic Algorithms and Networks neural—Wowzer. Teach a Robot to compute issues not seeming to be ‘intelligent’ and Artificial Intelligence is created. And! Robots walk not into ‘the valley of death’ because the appearance of Us; planet-wide-carbon-based-squeakers, are not for ‘the faint-of-heart’…Be aware and be very-very-afraid…
And! Beautiful you are…
In my humble opinion, and I know nothing of computers, I believe that computers have nothing to do with human knowledge, nor do they function in the same manner as the human brain. They may be complex and capable of huge computations much faster than we can, but their knowledge is always going to be limited as ours is not. We not only learn from experience, from trial and error or from willing ourselves to gain knowledge, we also have intuitive knowledge and much, much more. A very interesting article with much food for thought. Greetings from Spain Philip, and all the best.
Hi Francisco and thanks! In the wonderful world of AI – Humans are the Creators. Your response is correct. Wishing you a great new week! 🙂☀️🌴🏄🏻♂️🏖☀️😊
Thank you Philip and a great new week to you too. All the best!
So gorgeous scenery with water reflections , amazing nature 🌷👌🙏😊 Have a happy Monday 👍🏻👏
Hi and thanks. Wishing you a happy Monday, too! 🙂☀️🏖🌴☀️😊
thank you Philip and greetings from Italy
Hi and you’re welcome! Wishing you a wonderful Tuesday.🙂☀️🏖🌴☀️😊
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Hi and thanks! Wishing you a wonderful weekend.🙂☀️🌴🏖☀️🙂
Thank you Philip and have a good weekend :)
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