A Data Cell Structure.
Defined as data in a cell with a structure. How a memory is formed, for example.
The question, you see is at what point the data in the mind is formed is it pre-structure? Or are the data and the structure simultaneous? After the manifestation of the structure was the data contained within it ever non-structure?
Are these questions for psychology or for everyone? For my house is a data cell structure.
Cell, of course, can have two meanings.
Is it relevant that my house feels like a cell in both ways?
For I am alive, and I am made of cells.
Am I limited to them like a prisoner?
No.
But, yes.
For I am a verorc. My cells are green. Am I chlorophyll? For my skin is so beautiful. It is like ink seen through on the opposite side of a page.
Emotional maturity about blood.
Do I want to write on myself this way?
Ver, like internal tattoos.
Jest because I know.
My whole life is a tattoo on the butt of humanity.
Or, just because I know. That I have written on the opposite so; the opposite so the opposite so. The opposite so. So blood, has written on the opposite side of me beyond my mind.
The opposite side of me is beyond my mind? he wagered, deliberately. To be beyond mind and yet to be me. How can this be?
Beyond is not the same.
And this was the oldest sex joke in history.
Intersectionality of religious holidays right about at Time of Christmas. Politics in play. Recreation, the fantasy world where everything is, well, recreation.
Not like the real world. The one we don't want to talk about. You know, where everything isn't a fantasy. A world of eight religions, for example their emissaries meet at a secure location in Canada. They are Christiannan however in one aspect, because one of them is a Christiannan. And that's how they start, going about the room in a circular rhythm Eight voices in all. Religions did not meet like that all of the time, but in Recreation they did.
A break occurred in the thought process shared by everyone in the room.
Orange was the only spiritual evidence offered.
What does orange mean, if we follow the Hindus, or Chakras? Sexual. But an orange, the orange fruit actually named after its color. How is that sexual? It has so many pieces, in a circular fashion. The Christmas mandarin. Kind of like Recreation. A meeting between eight slices and a disagreement that this would fill the orange.
This due thought process yielded dividends, for they realized in that moment they were in agreement that religions were always the meeting place of a people, and not an individual. The Christianna disagreed, being the only Christiannan himself. Invited to this important meeting to see why.
"Why are you Christiannan?" said the Ox.
"I am an axolotl."
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| Axolotl |
"Is that a species of Ox?"
"No it is a bird I believe."
"No, no, no it is a fish."
"It's an amphibian," corrected the Christiannan.
"These here leaders have gathered to see to it you explain yourself and this is how you, explain?"
"Yes, you see. When I say I am a creature like an axolotl, to say I am a different species than you."
"You are the same species, madame."
"No. I am an Axolotl," she said whimsically, "My desires are different than yours, Ox, and Hare for I see other species as objects which I would create if I became master to biological engineering, and the species I would create would be different than yours for they would be like the Axolotl in the way yours are like the Ox, or Bird, or Creature Unknown."
"You have said this."
"I have."
"What does it mean?"
"It means you and me. We're different."
"Ya so."
"So we are like different species."
"But we are not different species."
"Yet."
"I see. Is this condescension?"
"No."
"Then we are agreed. You are. Axolotl."
"That's Axing a lot."
"No it isn't," replied the Christiannan firmly.
"Stop Blessing me with your axolotl power!"
"Smart. That's what you're evolving into."
"Good on you," said Christianity. Muse to the Axolotls, behold Great Power awaits you! For you will be cared for by us humans, who think duplicitly.
"We must each balance each other. Now how will we accomplish this?"
"We have already started, you humourless sap!"
"Yes, dramatize. I see it now. We will be beyond the belief in ourselves to show what Faith can mean."
"Beyond the belief in ourselves? We ARE the belief in ourselves."
"No we are God's instrument. We don't believe in ourselves but we exist out of Faith in the Lord."
"There, there, settle down," the Christianna was settling into his sense of humour, "you all have your own clothes from different walks of life and you look so pretty today."
"You will see what we look like in a thousand years, and you will tremble at our monstrosity."
"Yea whatever."
The Christiannan took the center of the room, sweeping out his dress.
"Religion is a performance. Now, show me what you've got!"
And they battled staves for a few hours.
Until all were tired and ready to go home.
Basically their religious schemes tired them out and so they all went home.
They all took notice of the Christiannan, who not in denial of Christianity, was clear about his own identity.
Muse to the Axolotls, behold Great Power awaits you!
"We are black together this newt these salamanders. It is dark but we are gathered. We are here under the stars as a people to come together as axolotls, to learn that we must follow the Christianna."
"How will you learn whether you are our religion, unless you stop becoming an axolotl?"
"A valid question."
"Axolotls must become humans. And then they will know."
"Humans must become axolotls. And then they will know."
"Hold on do axolotls need to become each other?"
"I thought humans did."
"All these axolotls talking in my head and their foul species not even per se, perceptive of the things we are talking about."
"But follow the Christianna, for sure!"
"Foul species, I'll show you a foul species bud."
"Let's not argue, for we are axolotls."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we cannot argue."
"Well not at the level of these humans seem to be talking."
"This human, you mean; there is only one of them," said an axolotl with blue glasses.
Of course, not in denial of Christianity is a loaded statement. Do we mean old Christianity in which people believed in resurrections, or new Christianity backed by science and clouded in a heavy metaphorical world?
The Christianna draws from Christianity but makes it's precise difference, that death and worse-than-death are both reasons to act.
Christian emphasis on death as a reason to act is too much.
We need to consider both death and worse-than-death (fashionably, or non-fashionably) especially in the 21st century and so the Christiannan consideration of Jesus and Anna is a higher truth. A higher cause. And a higher religion.
Surrender and die and if they kill you Jesus will resurrect, not you.
That's how it works. That's why he's a messiah. Duh.
But Anna dresses to surrender to better than death as a motivation.
Messiahs, they are such drama queens.
It bears revealing why worse-than-death is a reason to follow the Christianna.
Worse than death can be fashionably or non-fashionably, as I have said. What does that mean, however, and what does fashion have to do with religion? Simply put, it does because how we dress ourselves is an expression of who we are. But what if what you are wearing is worse-than-death? In this case, you are non-fashionably a subject of Christiannan thought. Worse-than-death, in this way has this dual meaning. Of being Actual. Or Aesthetic.
Actual worse-than-death is so horrifying that we tend to need to play at the Aesthetic level in order to feel good about ourselves.
Playing with fashion and the fate worse than death, however, has a deeper meaning, for this word fashion, it also means to build or construct into a specific form.
When we fashion ourselves to become the fate worse than death this is devastating to the Christiannan.
Fashion yourself as a Christian, then, or Hindu, Buddhist, Tao. Christiannans fashion themselves to balance with other religions, making itself an example to all other religions. They are. As Old as the hills. It is time for something New.
So do not fashion yourself as to have the Fate worse than death and do not inflict it on others. But if this happens to you, accidentally, remember it is your Destiny to use what you know to help others.
We are a reciprocal species, possessing mirror neurons, and so if you fall into the Fate Worse Than Death you may also afflict others with the Fate Worse Than Death via Empathy. There are many ways we can improve this situation, whether you suffer worse than death accidentally or deliberately (whether by you or another person), for we are an old species of many virtues, that we can share with each other and so redeem ourselves or each other from worse-than-death.
This is Anna's resurrection. An Aesthetic resurrection for it symbolizes neither return to life from death nor return to death from life.
The Vultures and a juggernaut somewhere. Outside of town.
Depressed machinery.
For it had nothing for the vultures to pick apart.
Just one human part, and it would be an android. But no. Just wires and combustibles. The robot.
It danced in its circuitry without moving. A vulture had no way to disrupt it. Or reason to. For it only wanted to feast on the flesh of humans and androids. This wasn't one of them. The juggernaut was not an android, but a full out machine with robot parts only. The first fully genetic human part given to a robot would be fair game however.
But outside of town where the bodies were disposed of, where Vultures ate apart their intestines, a juggernaut without any energy of its own somehow danced in its circuitry. Did a Vulture put any life in it? For it was a juggernaut and it would be a candidate for offerings to the gods. For what purpose however?
Spontaneous intelligence is always an explanation for life.
She Vultures and He Vultures thought this. And designed the first Vulture part fully genetic to be given to a robot which was to predate the first Human part fully genetic given to a robot. Partly genetic and partly machine cellular technology, however the project failed due to the quality of not being fully genetic material to live inside a robot. Humans won instead.
They designed a fully genetic masticatory-brain nervous specimen with its own biological fuel, food and nutrition supply that would live in a robotic specimen, now for the first time during the project to be referred to as a specimen for its robotic and genetic features worked complimentary to one another.
They the Vultures rejected it as a specimen for its rhythm was seen by them as not fully alive but only a facsimile reciprocation not a fully integrated connection between the robotic and genetic-simulated parts.
And Humans were asking for them for Christmas! You see, to design a fully genetic-robotic specimen, they argued, they needed to design a new part that connected the two. It could not be a simple meat-on-chip design but had to be specifically regulated by a biological rhythm converter that regulated the living biological rhythm existing in communication with the robotic.
And since the two species disagreed the robo-genetic specimen later developed by the Vultures was the first specimen, finally proven as the robo-genetic cells began to mimic their robotic counterparts in the fashion of a vibration.
Remember, the Vultures used a human specimen to finally develop robogenetics, though at first they had aimed to develop a Vulture-Robot specimen. They had to. The vibration in the nerves connected the tissue specimen from the masticatory via brain neurons matching the frequency possible to resonate with the specifications of the robotic side, its material composition. Vulture resonation vibrated at a frequency too high to be matched by current technology of manufacture.
So the Humans and Vultures congratulated each other for that.
Many of the humans finally agreed that the Vulture robo-specimens were the first to be developed.
Nobody wanted one for Christmas. They were too expensive. The experts kept on disagreeing about whether it represented the first artificial intelligence or just a sub-stasis human-robogenesis without Animal- or Human-like intelligence.
Yes, Recreation was a world unlike any other.
Between Religions and Scientific Communities, the most ordinary thing that seemed to happen was the existance of U.F.O.s.
Do you mean to suggest, because the world of Recreation is fiction, that U.F.O.s aren't a thing?
No.
Then what are you doing with Fiction?
(Fiction that asks itself why it is doing fiction).
Doing fiction, however is almost an oxymoron. A better way to explain it would be Creating fiction, for it is not a doing so much as it is the practice of the mind. Fictions that include verorcs or merfolk for Christmas, fairies and wannabes, Christians and Christiannans, or a Tim Hortons inhabited by radio flies. Pixies picketing downtown. And Demons, demons everywhere!
It is worse than death!
It is sometimes worse than death.
If it were not for aliens, we would have no mystery. But aliens must live in a fantasy world for now. We have not met any. If we did how could anyone keep it a secret? Imagine being that one guy that first met an alien and had to make an oath of secrecy to the alien sect that he would not tell any living human. And then he couldn't, because humans don't want secrets. And he couldn't tell any secrets if he didn't have any. You couldn't keep it a secret. If you were a human. We want to share things like that. Discovering aliens. Too much. Everyone would know right away. Aliens among us. There would be no keeping it a secret. But it was an experiment they performed on us. To see how long we could keep it a secret, for at first glance we appeared to them to be ones to blab about everything. They performed the experiment to prove that they were right at first glance. They had to track his voice, of course, in order to be able to prove it. And so they hadn't discovered humanity yet; they were merely recorded as existing until at what point it was true they could determine their first instinct had been correct to identify humanity. A communicative species. With a feminine side.
In City Hall.
Alie-Anna-ty. Force this to be a word.
But Anna, discovering aliens. She might not know what to do. For she suffers the fate worse than death, and yet to have met aliens is much better than being dead and not meeting them.
Such is my life because to have met aliens, these thoughts that show me an internal truth are stranger than I can imagine an alien to be. It is like a celebration of the internal truth that aliens and thoughts and alien thoughts are luxurious.
The thought crosses my mind, that aliens experiencing a worse-than-death scenario brought on by humanity might react, somewhat disproportionately. Had they ever recorded worse-than-death as an actual phenomenon in their own civilization was part of the reason why. It turns out they had, and when they saw humanity for what it was they sympathized. But they had never recorded an actual fate worse than death before in their own species. So they propelled through space on and forgot about humanity and all that they stood for.
So I was in my data cell structure thinking about aliens. And I wanted to be outside looking up at space.
It was enough.
I played my favorite galaxy-themed song and glo inside me merged with Nature.
I want to feel that every day.
Muse to the Leader of Space.
Technology bound.
Like a Cyborg Santa.
Like an Android Axolotl.
The one with blue glasses, perhaps. For it is the smartest one and would be most like a computer.
The data cell structure in the mind is pre-structure also because that link between structure and pre-structure is the reason sentience exists. The pre-structure is God or Spontaneous intelligence, which continues to exist in all forms of matter which gave rise to living intelligence.
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