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."