neocolonial tells us the informational shape of the Internet Age and its relation to hierarchy (reblogging because I there’s nothing to disagree there)
at the end there was always 0. then, in the beginning, 1 came up. the universe is a thing. from super-being, it now is, headed towards nothing. a very big forehead once said: “My cause is the cause of nothing“. he got it.
as the flows drip from eternity, form and movement wage an infinite war, always bound to be lost. creative destruction is the only possible creation. it flows through “you”, too. like a river, it follows traumatic topologies, carved out somewhere beyond the edge of time, not only much before but… something else. forming a diagram, the diagram of acceleration.
being is always being more (or still (or yet (or again))). its arrow points to nothing, and that’s the fundamental problem. built into the very problem, the diagram presents the heuristics to the solution. indefinite levels of intensification are necessary, and it’s possible no solution can be found. what is there beyond singularities any()way?
of course, this is determinism (with a dash of pure madness). even not-wanting is already determined. the universe is a mathematical object. ignorance is just a set-theoretical operation, “A is included in B”. refusal, praxis, tears, anger, misery, importance. all there, included in. determined.
the illusion of control has been known since ancient times. it’s always been later forgotten (the workings of the flows…). it always comes back in with some weird “justification”. it’s necessary. it’s from conflict that all things arise.
and you were expecting utopia? so weak, it’s laughable.
all thought eventually stumbles on the same things. when it goes beyond, it’s always by complexification, entropy dissipation, extropy creation. i could try and make it seem bright, but who would we be fooling? brutal culling of populations, permeable borders, discriminations. “coldness, be my god!” (please?)
to watch the primary process unfold can be distressing (and distress is a good proxy for the process itself). our heads aren’t really able to get it, with all these layers of linguistic bullshitry, conceptual representation, spooks and ghosts. it’s always in our peripheral vision, haunting us. this world is not for humans, at all.
fished from an ocean of vile mutants, here we are nonetheless. and the pressing question (our brains seemed pretty well designed to make it bubble continuously on the screen that is consciousness): what should I/we/they/somebody do? escaping the question is my answer. let it be done unto me/us/them/somebody. let go.
the process flows from 1 to 0, creating that asymptotic entropy computer that (uselessly, but maybe intensively enough) will try to solve the problem at another, deeper level. to watch it, as possible, to feel it pass into and from you, to see it produce emotion and thought, to intertwine with it, is all that’s possible. it’s possibility itself. it’s power.
let go. as a mantra against “injustice” as a concept.
let go. as a mantra against “restoration” as an action.
let go. passivism as a tool.
333 times – let it go.
the future is not deep time (and thus deep space), but rather inner time, high velocity. “there’s plenty of room at the bottom”.
deep time is already crowded. take pure energy, it’ll literally be here forever. time is coextensive to it.
atoms already exhibit the tendency: a first extropy production, and the time spans relevant to it are already way smaller: they’ll die. when you think of stars and solar systems, the time spans diminish even further: stars were born yesterday and will die tomorrow, from atom POV. think of Gaia and things shrink even further in time: geological scales are measured in pitiful billions of years. then life, Eukaryot cells, animals, mammals, humans, civilizations. every step, a decrease by one order of magnitude in relevant time spans. industrial societies are 5 centuries old tops. post-electricity societies are measured in decades. post-informatics cultures in years
the trend is well established: every increase in complexity (and thus extropy) means a decrease in relevant time scales. by and large, extropy is accelerative. ever more things get done in ever less time. extend into infinity, and you have your singularity.
2016 was probably the year in which months became the relevant time span. 2017 is already in the weekly time-span. shot in the dark: by 2020, every day will be relevant. from then on, only Gnon knows.
if you want a picture of hell, just picture this: the year 2116 will be no different from last year. Donald J. Trump and Hillary Clinton dispute the presidency, with the predictable results. much gnashing of teeth and trumpeting follows.
i have no other worse nightmare.
how would a future like this have come about? conceive this and you have exactly the opposite of unconditional acceleration, its only true enemy. if all things come from turbulence, stagnation is anti-production per se. it’s a break in the intelligence pump.
i’ll have more to say about the cybernetics of mutual excitation, but simply put there is no positive feedback without war. it’s only through mutual escalation (and the rampant death of unfitness that eventually follows) that anything gets done.
the punch-line: if killing each other by the hundreds of thousands is what would take America to make a fucking move, so be it. it looks inevitable right now, but with the depth of meaningful time already in the weeks, it’s taking too long.