My typign has gon strtait to hell.
I have this curious fascination with potential. What you are capable of versus what you do. The idea of choice is confounding - there are infinite useless things you're allowed to do within the parameters of the universe. For example, right now I could throw the entire contents of my house into Back Cove and leave it there. I could get out of my chair and walk due West until my legs give out. I could bury myself up to my neck in the garden and go to sleep. Superglue all my CDs together. Grate my computer down to a fine powder with sandpaper and eat it.
What is the purpose of all these inane possibilities? Are these options just side effects of consciousness? What practical system of nature gives a creature the ability to do such things?
Well, I suppose sentience also grants access to options that instinct does not. In a given scenario, instinct gives a creature one or two options for reactions, which work 70% of the time. Sentience allows for an infinite number of options, with success rates varying from 100% to 0%.
The catch being, we have to manually teach each generation which options have the higher success rates. Like "get a job for money, go to the grocery store for food, pay the bills for electricity."
Sometimes I elect the options I'm not supposed to, just because they're there. Not the ones that counteract survival - just the ones that are completely nonfunctional. Breaking a taboo. Sudden character shifts. Momentarily acting like someone else entirely, then reverting. This makes me unpredictable, just so. Sometimes it feels like no one - or very few people, anyway - really knows me, as there is a part of me that is completely variable and impossible to "know."
It gets lonely being insane.
Bwahaha.
Characters, characters. That's another thing. I'm obsessed with the literary structure of reality. I see people in terms of heroes, villains, secondaries. Duos, trios, bands, sides, teams. Talking to people feels like dialogue. Listening to music feels like montage. Life feels like a role.
It is all one massive screenplay. Take a bow.
What is the purpose of all these inane possibilities? Are these options just side effects of consciousness? What practical system of nature gives a creature the ability to do such things?
Well, I suppose sentience also grants access to options that instinct does not. In a given scenario, instinct gives a creature one or two options for reactions, which work 70% of the time. Sentience allows for an infinite number of options, with success rates varying from 100% to 0%.
The catch being, we have to manually teach each generation which options have the higher success rates. Like "get a job for money, go to the grocery store for food, pay the bills for electricity."
Sometimes I elect the options I'm not supposed to, just because they're there. Not the ones that counteract survival - just the ones that are completely nonfunctional. Breaking a taboo. Sudden character shifts. Momentarily acting like someone else entirely, then reverting. This makes me unpredictable, just so. Sometimes it feels like no one - or very few people, anyway - really knows me, as there is a part of me that is completely variable and impossible to "know."
It gets lonely being insane.
Bwahaha.
Characters, characters. That's another thing. I'm obsessed with the literary structure of reality. I see people in terms of heroes, villains, secondaries. Duos, trios, bands, sides, teams. Talking to people feels like dialogue. Listening to music feels like montage. Life feels like a role.
It is all one massive screenplay. Take a bow.