floating on warm currents
drifting in moonlight
waves pulsing in the heartbeat
of ocean
you are far from shore

knowing shore is out there
…just not realizing
how far current has carried you
at what angle…

this shore
looks nothing like
the one you left
…yet you walk back
on crystalline silicon beach
searching recognizable lights
to your temporary abode
parallel the vastness
of the dark whispering sea
without a sound

Church of the Next Word

The latest and greatest neural network for language modeling is OpenAI’s GPT-3. It can generate eerily convincing reviews, articles, comments and narratives. This version cost 12 million dollars to train. Some people are (rightfully, I think) concerned this might be dangerous; it can generate fake news, bots that are indistinguishable from human users. Since it works deep in the fabric of language, it may also reveal some surprising things. Here it is trying to start a new religion for its fellow bots…

some gpt-3 generated insight

Complete in the moment

portals in the now @kentskyo

I was experiencing a new sense of being, of completeness. The next thought that arrived was: If I could prolong this being/feeling by practicing regularly, I would need fewer and fewer things/activities/ social interaction/stimulation, because I simply wouldn’t desire them. It became suddenly clear why or how the ascetics I had read about gave up the material world. Renunciation isn’t deprivation; it is simply a state of continuous non-appetite—non-craving. I do not eat donuts—not because I deprive myself, but because I do not desire them. Simple. -A Life Worth Breathing


of Tiny Attention Spans

with tiny attention spans
are quarantined for their own good
safer in their heads
until they develop more gravitas
because if thoughts, which are energy, run rampant
in the non-physical realms
they instantly manifest
our worst nightmares
our run-away fears
generating feedback loops straight into the hell realm

so gatekeepers
between worlds
between dreams and the greater non-physical realms
won’t let a human consciousness across
just because it’s curious

until it is no longer a threat to itself
until a human either: masters its shit1
or: comes with an intent it promises to stick to
like a question
like a tour
—a desire to know or experience a specific thing
then the gatekeeper might trust
its edgy monkey mind
to obsess long enough to complete its task
without running amok

Part Time Zendrome

On the cushion, alert to attention drifting
or being absconded
—it’s hard work
using breath as anchor
tagging when attention strays…
simplistic, perhaps, yet the only specific meditation
the Buddha ever taught was this:
to be aware when breathing in that we are breathing in,
and out when out
and holding when holding

Each time I forget, pulled into thought or feeling
or a pool of memory
I slide a bead on a mala
and start again with thumb on a new bead
fresh attention returns with the breath
yeah, just try to pull me away now, see if I move!
…and there I go
…next bead. try again

soon one may notice there is bleed-over
during the day we may be aware
of being caught up in thoughts or feelings
more frequently
and we realize we don’t have to be
we don’t have to push away or resist
just being aware, of this thought, this feeling
and suddenly, we are no longer thinking “from” the thought
or wrapped in a feeling
the thought thinks itself
and is heading out of the station
with a whole train of thought cars attached to its wake
and we can just stay here at the station
another train will be by shortly to test us again
until we master this

but we can also be hijacked
like when a thought thinks it’s all zen in distancing from other thoughts
but this detachment and indifference is not zen
it’s just attention abducted in another thought
and this sleeker, woker bullet train of special privilege
is just another train
that left the station with us stuffed inside
but we gradually learn, down the track
the merit of being formless

and so goes the day to day
of practicing mind
a mixture of real and false awakenings
mostly sleepwalking
but the discipline of releasing thoughts
on the cushion
seeps into the day
in curious ways and moments
and begins to bloom into pockets of iridescent freedom
…so we’ve got that going for us

more of a what

Talk to me
tell me stories
about why you want to be there
rather than here
of why if that
hadn’t happened
you’d be somewhere else now
if only this
then that
the fragile web of your circumstance

and I will diagnose your dis-ease:

you believe your thoughts
you trust your feelings
but… there is no “you” they pertain to
other than a fabrication, a shimmer

if you can not find everything
you need, want, could ever hope for
right now
you will never find it
because wisdom is timeless

because it is not something to obtain
rather something to release
not through adding more
more understanding, insight, experience, revelation, awakening
but by taking less
less belief in self as a noun
allowing presence as a verb to emerge
dismantling attachment
releasing to what you have always been
will always be
beyond any experience
I am
which turns out is less of an I
and more of a what

You don’t know who you are, so you don’t know who you aren’t.

-whitey. Malice in Wonderland

The Game

A little boy is playing a game. It looks like futuristic pinball. Around him the most marvelous things… he is fascinated by everything, glances at the game, tries the paddles

The little boy is older now, continually plays the game. Seldom looks around. He learns hitting a certain row of lights creates a rush of joy, another embarrassment, another pain. There are tutors in-game. He studies strategies

The boy is now grown, the game is more intricate but his play is now routine. Occasionally he drinks, takes drugs to change the repetitive nature of the game, it morphs into different things, sometimes fun and amazing, other times scary, sometimes the game seems to be to trying to tell him something meta. But it’s mostly about depression and being at effect rather than cause

Players are on either side. He looks over and sees the score of the man to his right. It is higher than his own. He gets depressed, why even play the game? It is unfair. He rebounds… after a while… he will do better. Study self-help, best practices, first principles, law of attraction

He looks to his left, a woman with a lower score. He feels pleased. Elevated. He asks if she wants his help. She smiles at him. He notices two things. A glow radiating from her. And her hands are not on the paddles

The girl is watching the game play itself. While she also observes the wonders around her. She looks over at a man offering to help and smiles. He is confused. She is a verb. He goes back to his game perturbed, assuring his hands they are not superfluous.


A rebel is the one who does not react against society. He watches and understands the whole ride and just decides not to be a part of it. He is not against society, he is rather indifferent to what is going on there.

This is the beauty of the Rebellion: Freedom!

The revolutionary is not free He is constantly fighting, struggling with something. How could he be free? He is always acting against something. Where is freedom in the mechanical reaction to external things?

Freedom is born from understanding. We must first understand the mechanisms involved: society prevents the evolution of the soul. The system doesn’t allow you to be yourself. Once this is understood, you simply step out of the system without even a scar in the soul. The rebel forgives and forgets, he just takes a distance from society, with no bond of love or hatred with it.

Osho “Freedom”

Meditation and Attention

4 Modes of Attention

exploring an understanding of meditation in the context of attention via a bit of mind mapping that’s a work in progress…

briefly: attention is invested day to day in 4 different ways. Most typically it falls in the sleep/auto category where it is absorbed in thoughts, feelings and billiard ball like associations with events just prior to the current one. These reel all the way back to happenstance experiences and childhood conditioning. Most of the activity we call thinking, feeling and ego are mechanically triggered by chains of circumstance and shaped primarily by external events and internal habits. Free will in this state is an illusion.

The other 3 reflect different ways of developing response-ability over our attention and define 3 major schools/approaches to meditation and “awakening.” Along with the potential ability to do and experience outside of our conditioning.

“Tell Me What You Pay Attention to and I Will Tell You Who You Are.”

– Jose Ortega Y Gasset

Thought is a Virus

I didn’t really understand viruses. Or how they interact with cells. Or cells themselves for that matter. Luckily a trove of engaging resources abound for us opsimaths. And it was far more enjoyable (re-)learning this round for personal rather than performative satisfaction. All misrepresentations, over-simplifications, errors and misunderstandings in this riff are solely my own and bear no reflection on the fine resources linked to above.

A cell is a little maker workshop with a code book for manufacturing. A gene is a recipe from this code book for making a specific protein. How big is this code book? How many recipes does it hold? What do proteins do anway? Good questions I thought. If my calculations are correct, our DNA, aka code book, contains about 375MB of information with built in redundancies. These instruct operations (i.e. which amino acids and what sequence to put them together) for making ~20k different proteins in humans, each protein embodies a specific technique, a specialized skill, for manipulating matter. All orchestrated god knows how.

Returning to the virus then, which is but a scrap of code without a processor. About the size of what you’d put in a memory buffer overflow, if you do that sort of thing. Not even a living thing by most definitions. It’s just a chassis whose shape attaches to compatible contours on cell surfaces and some helper proteins. Just floating around waiting to get stuck to a cell. When it docks, it passes a code string through the cell’s membrane. This code is in a common biological format that can be run by processors in the cell looking for work. The code’s sole objective, like most organisms built of code, is simply to replicate. To passively find a processor in the cell (a ribosome) that will execute its program for making its protein building blocks. The code just needs enough scrap material to make a copy of the chassis and copy of itself until the cell is so full of these little escape pods it bursts. Then the pods aka viruses float free attaching to more cells. Leaving a wake of destruction behind that the body tries to clean up. By invoking fire through inflammation. (A nastier type of virus, the Retro-Virus, attaches itself to our own cell’s code book. Like AIDS. It then spreads via our cells natural reproduction so it’s harder to identify and catch.)

Thoughts are also similar to viruses. Both simple and retro. Some thoughts can survive on paper surfaces for centuries and then unfold inside a brain, mobilizing it to replicate its code to other brains through speech or writing. Many spread electronically now. In higher bandwidths than speech, like music, graphic imagery and visual story. Math and design.

Credits to Laurie Anderson and her Language is a Virus song, and William Burroughs before that. Language assembles sequences that act like genes, for building functional ways we perceive and interact with reality. Much like proteins work to manipulate matter.

Sometimes replication depends on survival of the host, and even the host’s well-being, in which case it’s called symbiotic. Organism and host work as a team. Microbes of this type make up more of our body than our cells. We are a multitude.

Sometimes, however, an organism is only about its own replication, host or environment be damned. This model is called a pathogen. i.e. “pathos”-producing. Pathos from the Greek “what befalls one.” Concerned only with their own survival and replication, everything else is the “other”, they destroy their hosts with strategies designed to find new hosts. The end game is unsustainable and results in total destruction, but it seldom gets that far.

Information seems to be a fabric of nature, like energy and matter. And code instructs biological processes of growth and maintenance, including processes of our brains. Our thoughts are fabrications of our biology as much as our cells. Code can build allies, making a union stronger than the parts, making the whole more resilient.

Or code can maximize its own survival, spreading sensationally and utilizing channels and mammalian habitual behaviors in ways that leverage and accelerate its chances to jump ships while its current one is sinking. As media accelerates and globalizes the spread of thoughts, code has unprecedented vectors for both symbiosis and pathology. Until we can quarantine our awareness from thoughts, we will continue to mindlessly and haphazardly embody both.

It may behoove us to practice some social distancing between our awareness and identification with thoughts so we aren’t unduly infected by the pandemic of panic and fear and so we do not become carriers of these for others. Or not.

“I choose to live by choice, not by chance.” — Miyamoto Musashi