Msg: 5441 *Conference*
09-27-94 12:46:24
From: GUY SATYA
To : ALL
Subj: JUST A THOUGHT
Just a little thought that ran through my gray matter. It's great when you slide into that nowhere land where you can actually measure the lag of echo time between your keyboard and the remote BBS and your screen. It takes so long for each character to get there and you wonder why you're doing it... you start noticing how posting has become a process of talking to yourself, and the people you're sending messages to are more like an audience watching this bizarre passion played out between the hemispheres of your brain as they waltz and tangle over swirling eddies of metalinguistic bull. Pretty soon you're leaning back in your chair almost far enough to lose your balance, and your timing is getting off balance so you start spelling things backwards and wondering why they made computer screens type left to right instead of up-down and how come white is the color of text? And what will become of those stray photons after they hit my retina, do they die a woeful death or do they reach their ultimate fulfilment at the realization of their final dream - to deliver information to the brain of this entity who seems to be your self who is sitting there, with you as an almost detached but really quite inseparable watcher who can't quite climb outside of the process enough to name what it is that's going on but can certainly get gnarled enough about it to speak up and start describing what's going on; then, of course, the descriptions flowing forth get dizzyingly accurate and you have to wonder whether you're describing things well or if the world you're experiencing just happens to exactly match the way you describe it. It is at this moment that the entire world collapses into this little node in your hippocampus where time shakes hands with itself and says, "Hey there old chap let's call it a day."