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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Yeah, that.
Only the beginning. Re: Drudge headline right now. Google total data collection (manipulation).
Learn it. Love it. Live it.
(Learn it. Love it. Live it.)
Leave it.
Just like the TV, the internet is making itself unworthy.
I have 5 computers sitting right here and the only one worth a dam is a 12 year old desktop with XP on it. And it’s not “connected” to anything else. The rest are barely functional. They work fine, but even their best is still minimal. sigh
I think I was more functional with the Commodore I bought in 1983.
35 years later this top of the line Win 10 machine is a mere toy in comparison.
The end is getting closer.
Ghost, I figured out the direction computers need to take, but it’s a functional and sales approach. My fault is that I’m not a computer engineer or a geek.
Instead of making them less functional over time, they need to make them more valuable and functional as time progresses. I sense they want this, with apps that add functionality, and the cloud (WTFTI), or the internet, to hold the data. If I find that I love my phone, smart, 1 each, ore and more over the years, I may just desire the daylights out of a more spiffy one in about 3-6 years (more like 7 for me). As it is, I grudgingly spit through my teeth and wonder why these devices devolve, 404, and ebb to a stop after 3 years.
My 10 year-old Toshiba does a fine job, too. It couldn’t carry the load of this big MACiavellian behemoth on my desktop, but it does do fairly nicely in its place.
The pimply-faced kids at the brain-centers, the puzzle palaces of the gods, have their own ideas. Do not miss the new report on Drudge. Let’s see, here is the link. This’ll scare the shit out of you.
https://www.theverge.com/2018/5/17/17344250/google-x-selfish-ledger-video-data-privacy
Or, they could just put a clock in there, where your computer gets really great for about 2 years, and then catches fire suddenly.
What I see with my eyes belongs to me, what I see with my phone belongs to everybody.
They collect parts 1,3,5,7,9 and automatically fill in parts 2,4,6,8,0 like so much drywall mud.
Soon, there is nothing but mud, no other substrait necessary, until pressure is applied, and the whole thing collapses.
Like large gov’t, large companies will collapse under their own weight in time.
The young father kneels down in front of his wailing daughter as they leave the toy store, “You can’t have everything Honey, where would you put it?”
“It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to paint it.”