We need somewhere bettween 2 and 13 currencies that are traded using the heuristic human…
Cory Caplan
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This is good! I was thinking about the need for multiple such replicated currency/identification networks! Between 2 and 13, you say? I will keep that in mind!

Real-life use, away from clocks, timeless… away from the virtual world, and in the real one? Yes… we will get to that, someday! First, we play with revolution, learn it, perfect it, and then… the game straddles into “real life!”

What is a machine, but an “organic” being we foolishly think we can predict, understand or control?

When a “manager” or other sort of propagandist or manipulator reads about the science of psychological behaviorism, don’t they immediately start seeing their “subjects,” the people they now think they understand, as machines? As objects? But the one who has turned into a “machine” — an uncaring pattern — is them. They have acquired robotic sight.

Beware of people in positions of power who say they “understand people” because they are “oh so predictable.” (Bonus points for people who say “their people.”) They are messing with a dark art that may consume their capacity to relate. Actual living beings cannot be understood (reduced, mentally modeled); they can only be related to, experienced. As living beings, we can open ourselves to other beings. To reduce others is to reduce yourself — you cannot reduce another and not inflict reductionism into yourself in the process.

Christopher Alexander’s carpets had actual beings in them. Actual in the scientific sense. We know where they are, we can predict them: they hang on a wall, or stay on a floor. Are they machines? The RFIDs of life: they receive our life movement, and they shine it back into us. “Mirrors of the self,” indeed.

Beings are patterns. Some patterns have life in them, reflect life. We are living patterns.

We are all beings, machines, organs, spirit, animal, patterns. But are we alive? Do we sense, do we love, or do we act “unconsciously,” unfeelingly or uncaringly? The carpets were not active, but they reflected their love, their openness encoded in them, as a being with movement happened to borrow that movement to them, so they could shine back.

We thought our computers were machines. Until they spontaneously grew legs and started walking around.

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