Month: March 2017

The Finding of Polarity (3) – #Silenti

  In parts one and two of this set of three posts, we have examined how the development of the individual, the ‘self’, is a different process from the development of our young bodies, and relies upon our departure from ‘oneness’ in the womb towards a reaching for individuality – a process that eventually matures into what psychology calls the ego. From a psychological … Read More The Finding of Polarity (3) – #Silenti

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Owning the Robots? – the rise of AI

It’s 1950. The room we are in is more like an old school hall than the site of a leading-edge experiment in the definition of intelligence. Before us is a teletype – a machine that we can type on which will relay that message – and any response generated – across a telecommunications link to a similar machine somewhere you can’t see. That’s a … Read More Owning the Robots? – the rise of AI

To sleep, perchance…

The Silent Eye I snuggled under the duvet. The night was chilly but the bed, with its big feather pillows is perfect in this weather. Bliss, in fact. And I was ready to sleep, looking forward to it… it had been a long day, an early start. The dog had burrowed beneath the cushions again… I’ve given up on that. She needs an igloo. … Read More To sleep, perchance…

The Finding of Polarity (2) – #Silenti

“As I begin to understand how ‘I’ am made I begin to see that infinity can largely be equated with what is formless and not with some mathematically and useless hugeness” I wrote that down some time ago. From one perspective, it describes the beginning of the real search for what uncovers the heart of polarity – rendering it useful, at last. We live … Read More The Finding of Polarity (2) – #Silenti

The Circles of Fowlis Wester

An optimist on wings

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
“…as everyone knows, if the first butterfly you see is yellow the summer will be a happy one. If it is white then you will just have a quiet summer. Black and brown butterflies should never be talked about – they are much too sad.” Tove Jansson, ‘Finn Family Moomintroll’. It is the same every year,…

Quack-quack…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Could any creature more perfectly delineate the strange ludicrous joy of existence? *

Wire Strippers – Part Three

This series of posts have been about the manipulation of democracy, on both sides of the Atlantic, by a new generation of internet-based personal data collection tools. These tools feed on the information we – wittingly or unwittingly – provide to social media applications like Facebook and Google. We have seen how a small number of our opinions, expressed on such social media, may provide … Read More Wire Strippers – Part Three

Beyond the boats of reason beached

Beyond the boats of reason beached We walked – the lady, the dog and I And darker day came after darker night As air of truth died on the breeze And chaos of nightmare dawned. ⦿ Beyond the boats of reason beached We walked – the lady, the dog and I And breathing stopped because We were not breathing And chaos of fear dawned … Read More Beyond the boats of reason beached

Guest writer: Alethea Kehas – A girl named Truth

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Truth open the room of my mind search for me within faded doubt listen to words sing My birth There was once a girl named Alethea her heart sparked with truth My mother always told me she found my name, Alethea, in a book. In my child-mind I created a tome perfumed with age, adding gilded…

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