“And then the Maker sealed the gates
Of the Golden City
And there, He dwelled, waiting
To see the wonders
His children would create.”

–Threnodies 5:7-8

“And then it would bring us trouble and we would feel restrained. And all the inspiration would be gone, all the electricity, and what would be left would be plain trouble.

“So, you don’t really want to bother your career for something as short and troublesome.

“But your career can happen any time in your life… And, hell, it is not even that important.

“The feelings you get when you are young, on the other hand, now, there is something precious. Because, you see, those feelings cannot happen any time in your life. Feelings are rare, feelings are the juice of your life. Once you suck it out, it’s gone.

“And you, like most other clever people, are killing your feelings way too soon, way too fast. So very early.

“So give it a break, and let go.”

(6:05:48 PM) Derevirn: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wave_function_collapse

What if mathematics and physics and every other philosophical model for the explanation of the universe has been a (relatively) badly planned mistake since the beginning of their creation. What if it is a design, an architecture made on bad (not-optimal) desicions that resulted in a world model complicated enough for people not to be able to find pure truth but only fragments or shadows of it.

What if one day, somebody (or something), firgured out The Explanation. A tiny thought, a simple thought… A minimally simple thought, that is a better model for everything. That is the simplest model for everything. A thought so simple that everyone can understand and so powerful that it can describe and explain everything in the universe, how everything works. The Universe line.

One has to assume that once this tiny thought enters a persons brain, it would leave them in a state of trance, happily vacuuming their brain of any other thought. Sleeping and feeding on the superhuman joy of watching inside one’s brain the solution to everything, the answer to everything, over and over again. Serenity in omni-science. Becoming one with everything while being the host of “The line that describes everything”.

It is as if the brain is constantly working in order to find this answer, this solution to the function of everything. Day and night, when we are awake and when we are asleep. It seems to be bound to our genetic code, so that it “runs on the background”, in the subconscious, constantly making tiny collective steps towards some solution. A process of millions of years. This collective mind, trying to figure out the answer to a calculation. Will take too much time to reach it, backtracing from errors, advancing on the right path.

And when this answer is found, the purpose of brain is not there any more. We will have figured out what is this place we are living in, we’ll have figured out how exactly it works and how exactly we work. What moves us, what brings us feelings and which feelings at a time. We will have managed to define ourselves, find the “point of (self) reference”.

This point itself is an “unsolvable” philosophical/mathematical problem. So, perhaps finding the Universe Line is breaking through the barriers that define impossibility in our world. Those barriers are, either way, currently defined by the current mathematical/philosophical model of the world, which, in the beginning of this post, is called into question. Finding a “better” model, automatically results in broader bound of possibilities.

So, I have always been mentioning this. “People are the books of your history“. Everything you do, anything you say, all that you are… It’s all what people remember of you. Not post-death, necessarily. Even during your life. You are the impressions you make, you are the image you paint on the collective consciousness of your observers. You are the music you create. You are the strings, you vibrate and your waves create the world around you. You are the trails you leave. You are the marks, the scars. You are every stain, every evidence that you once existed. That is what you are.

And so, the genes command. Demand. The memes must go on. The mindset must survive. Like a virus, you have to replicate, you have to imprint yourself on other entities, those that will stand in time one more step than you, so that they carry you within them. A part of you. The stigma that you left. The scars, the evidence, the music, the stains. You.

And how can you trust that on other humans? They already are busy enough ensuring that their stains continue to be after their bodies of protein and calcium cease to move and “think”. You cannot trust you Book of Life to be written in minds of others.

Just as stories and songs stopped to replicate by this method. They no longer need to infect and transmit among bards and storytellers. Now they have books, they have digital media, they have plastic and magnetism, lasers and circuits. Just like that. People have their own song to sing, their own tale to tell. They, as well, do very much require a storage means.

So there I am, giving in. Storing myself on “the internet”. Uploading myself so that I am not lost. I have lost already enough. The first fourth of my life is gone. Nothing will bring it back. And the people it is imprinted on, will be gone as well. And their lives are not imprinted on nothing more than myself. And everything will be lost. All with be erased. From nothing, that we arose, we shall end up to. A short trip into existence and then back into Nothing. So we might as well try to change something in this little time granted. We might as well store some knowledge and ideas so that future people might manage to be warned. Might manage to be wise. Might manage to achieve what we most likely will not.

Let the uploading begin.