Still reading The Age Of Spiritual Machines
What a strange machine man is. You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out come sighs, laughter, and dreams.
Nikos Kazantzakis
Month: December 2009
Eddie Roosenmaallen on Google+On existence
I’m presently reading Age Of Spiritual Machines
I often dream about falling. Such dreams are commonplace to the ambitious or those who climb mountains. Lately I dreamed I was clutching at the face of a rock, but it would not hold. Gravel gave way. I grasped for a shrub, but it pulled loose, and in cold terror I fell into the abyss. Suddenly I realized that my fall was relative; there was no bottom and no end. A feeling of pleasure overcame me. I realized that what I embody, the principle of life, cannot be destroyed. It is written into the cosmic code, the order of the universe. As I continued to fall in the dark void, embraced by the vault of the heavens, I sang to the beauty of the stars and made my peace with the darkness.
– Heinz Pagels, physicist and quantum researcher (as quoted in The Age of Spiritual Machines)
As time goes on, I hope to put more of my thoughts into enough of an order to put them in words here.