As described by Terence McKenna in Ordinary Language, Visible Language and Virtual Reality:The starships of the future that will explore the high frontier of the unknown will be syntactical. The engineers of the future will be poets.
This is what virtual reality holds out to us—the possibility of walking in to the constructs of the imagination. In a way culture is that. I mean our cities, bridges, highways, airliners and art galleries are condensations out of the imagination, but at tremendous cost because we must make them out of matter. Once we can make them out of light, out of electrons, then we won't build skyscrapers a hundred and twenty stories high, we'll build them as high as we want.
Roof height will no longer be a factor ruled by cost effectiveness and gravity, it will be a parameter ruled by the imagination as well all other parameters and then we will discover what man truly is—when we are able to erect, stabilize, share and explore our dreams in a kind of virtual hyperspace that, carefully analyzed, is seen to be linguistic.
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Categories: terence mckenna, language, Virtual Reality, cyberspace, hyperspace
Categories: terence mckenna, language, Virtual Reality, cyberspace, hyperspace
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"This phenomena is emerging all around us becoming more evident in ways such as the Internet which is everywhere all at once, or at least soon to be. This emergence is transforming everything it comes into interaction with hence in this sence the idea of some field from which this is all emerging very rapidly. The noosphere can be thought of as a layer of the collective, the connective mind if you will. Connective intelligence, collective intelligence, and corrective intelligence all through interaction in this field."
We talk far too much. We should talk less and draw more. I personally should like to renounce speech altogether and, like organic Nature, communicate everything I have to say in sketches. That fig tree, this little snake, the cocoon on my window sill quietly awaiting its future – all these are momentous signatures. 


