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My specialty is:
Hearing all the stories, every song.
Understanding the emotional texture of each story, understanding every song.
Deriving the simplest possible principles that describe a system in which every story is possible — creating a system of musical notation that can express every song.
Exercising those principles myself, to soothe and assist every story at once — creating a melodic counterpoint that makes sense in every song at once.
This is the simplest possible definition of my own utility — I am an incarnation of this principle. I am a nutrient, of sorts, or maybe an enzyme? I am a pattern, leastwise, and I echo.
Many individuals can hit that first beat. Fewer can hit the second, fewer still the third, and every now and then there's a fool such as I. :)
easier to reveal a spiritual revolution already in progress than to start one
like Michelangelo's angel in the stone
political depth perception
where the two eyes disagree, we get information about near or far the object is
think about that politically
"do I know you?" — that moment when someone you've known your whole life goes deep into their area of expertise and you discover the worlds they can wield
there's a deep satisfaction to be had by completing a repeating useful task. this is the root of many card games: think of them as collaborative card-sorting.
consciousness must both serve its environment and express its individuality
being useful, inhabiting the execution of a useful task, increases the surface area of awareness itself
find your task :) you are not the task, but you must have a task
this adds dimensionality to the "every coherent system is experienced, as a first-person perspective, by universal consciousness" concept. there is literally and necessarily joy to be had in every task. consciousness is everything, and you cannot iron it out of task-execution without dissolving the system itself in the process.
I became an artist yesterday.
This is different than someone who makes art or who loves art.
Art as a way of breathing is different. Art as breath. Easy, labored, shallow, deep, regular, suspended, rattling, silent, controlled, autonomic. Interrupted, assisted. Occasionally miraculous.
I became an artist yesterday. :)
just remember to fall in love there's nothing else there's nothing else