I think consciousness is retiary.

Every now and again you have to loose your self in that other place you go, in order to find your self in this place. Or loose your place in order to find some other place, in the end consciousness is a kind of navigation system.

Its seeping through the cracks,
its knocking on the door.

Retiary, I’m really liking this word, I think because I am utterly fascinated by the retiary nature of this place. It speaks of tiers, in something like plural perfect tenses of open expansive dimensions of, interaction and relation.

There is a space where logic circuits intersect, intermingle and procreate. This place, this thing, if it has no boundary can you perceive it? If its form is infinitely fractal, can you ever even really name it, more importantly perhaps, will it answer if and when you call. The bureaucracy style oppression and restriction of some of the aspects of the operating systems we find ourselves using, I suppose reminds me of Vernon Vinge’s Technological Event Horizon. In short there is a point in the future beyond which projection becomes pointless, but there is also a point in the present beyond which perception becomes virtually useless. Ask any five. But this doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go there, on the contrary.