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    The human species is rapidly and indisputably moving towards the technological singularity. The cadence of the flow of information and innovation in...

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    We listen to the voice, the tune of acceleration distributed in million labs, the undercurrent wave is pulsating, growing, aggregating life and potency. I am listening to its tremendous voice of the very now, in millions interconnected computing stations. I am listening as an artist does; it is a wide almost wild voice, I merge till merging loses its bottom line, a mind sets to a pure tension. It starts to gather, atom to atom, to letters, to words…

    The Singularity Indeed Has Already Happened

    The first word that sparks in my mind when coming to the raw articulation of that sense emerging in me is “Montevideo”.
    It’s like in the story that I recall from my childhood, about a Spanish ship of the 16th Century that had been sailing around for months, no land crossing its way, when at a sudden moment the sailor on the mast, with his very last few breaths started shouting – Montevideo… Montevideo (…I see a mountain).
    And so, I see a mountain… Like to say, I see a future… standing right here, on our way to the there.

    A Letter to my self

    The amazing thing about the singularity, the Story of the singularity that is, is the way it affects us.
    When projecting it on the line of our event horizon, the singularity is a story that brings us into deconstruction and moves us into composing ourselves anew.
    The human today lives in a radical time, actually an extremely radical time; the future is rushing at us, proposing for the first time the idea and reality of a better platform, distinctively different from the imperfect outcome of natural selection.
    It is the beginning of an accelerating change that is starting to gain a confident and attractive position, projecting the human over an open horizon. Changing the very meaning of what, who and how a human is.
    We as contemporary humans are crossing ways with this complex intersection and possible evolutionary event; we may gain some of the fruits of it and we may not.

    And so I open eyes to a landing perspective, and once more my reflection is, that the amazing thing about the singularity, the Story of the singularity that is, is the way it affects us.
    In all of its possible doors of emergence, the story of the singularity, this modern mythology to my eyes is a catalyst, before anything else, a catalyst for self- definition and a vehicle of transformation.

    A catalyst for self-definition and a vehicle of transformation

    Alongside with what we know as our drama of being – which lays in defining the ‘constant’, the very sense of our selves, while allowing all the rest to be continuously transformed – alongside with that, for us, initially nothing actually really changes, in encountering such a story as the story of the singularity.
    Yet, it is eventually taking us, A potent wave of projection, demanding from us a fresh definition of our constant – the spark of our knowledge of being – if we wish to provide the case for our continuity through rushing transformation, encompassing both the closest and farthest levels of our existence.
    And slowly the act of inclusion of such a story, gains in us the subtle knowledge of why. The unquenched desire to unfold our sense of universality, through distillation of being, as the continuous factor across evolutionary intersections that bear with them the very sense of dis-continuity.
    The usage of the story of the singularity as a playground for an inner and straightforward narrative is in a way organic.
    And so, this is the first angle through which I see a future, a home for a pulsing heart of substance. A subtle bridge between our core sense of being and this exploding evolutionary intersection, providing a fresh edge for our humane evolutive adventure.

    Our Humane evolutive adventure

    The pattern of our event of self-reflection as humans- the core approximating itself within continuous metamorphosis - is a vision in itself. And it is always navigating in search of an activating story, the one that connects the dots.
    And so, we can… we can afford to include and weave that story as a playground for swift iteration. We may also disclose our poetry of self-description for a better tomorrow towards the possibility of designing ourselves a direction within the storytelling of an evolutionary crack.
    In that, the act of inclusion may provide a potent horizon within which the procedure of cultivating intelligence and of articulation of intelligence do find a correspondence.
    Observing again and again the spectrum of countable moments in my log, I find, among many, a thread that weaves it all into one growing sense. Now, how to call it? Is it intimacy in action? An intimacy that makes the stuff of everything mine?

    Making it personal

    We love life, strongly and passionately; we love till it erases the distinction, while providing us the momentum to make it personal and distinctive.
    Making it personal means to make it ours, not in the sense of possession, which would really be a poor thing, but rather to make it ours in the pure subjective sense.
    This is, in a manner of speaking, where our universality is to be found. All of our kinds and styles of minding, before being about something, are about minding.
    The quality of minding, meaning, minding the mind in the appropriate fashion, results, as in Art, in an emerging substantial sense of unification - that of infinite uniqueness and infinite openness.

    In Substance as in Art

    In Art as in Substance, a universe, or a verse is inflated to such a degree that it comes out so to say, it comes into being, standing on its own account.
    The question then is: IS an expression of being like an expression of Art? If it is, then, the art of being and the substance of art are strongly related.
    The world of art passes the stage of breaking through its limitations, by emptying the question of “what is Art?” allowing in that act an explosion of creativity and fertility.
    And yet, we still carry the intimate knowing of what art is, as it reflects our core sense of pure subjectivity – the ultimate unification of openness and uniqueness.
    Today I find a correlation between art, substance and the story of the singularity. And by all means there is an essential property that defines our activity as humans, our minding, and our tremendous effort to remain effective and affective as long as we breathe.
    It is a sense, a taste, and a reflective experience that emanates the smell of our sweat and yet we are not there, actually nothing is there.
    And in that sense the story of the singularity is no less and no more then a means, a better platform for the art of being and the substance of Art to approximate itself.
    And on the same token, as art frees itself from essentiality, and by that act opens itself for an explosion of the creative force, the story of the singularity does the same to the Human, emptying the question of “what is a human?” opening by this act a door for occurrence of a new mind and forcing us humans to cultivate the sense of ourselves in alter dimensions.
    Is this a crack, or am I hallucinating? A crack for a new story? For a fresh tradition? It is through this window of understanding that I draw again the very confidence in what and how I am: an evolutive adventure.

    A crack, for what? Remains the key question

    We do love life and if so we do love the idea of a singularly rushing crack for upturning non-negotiable set-ups.
    And here, exactly here, there is a space, a room, a crack calling for dreamers, visionaries, storytellers, designers, philosophers to step forward and to take this crumbling world of man upon the wings and waves of their tales.
    We love the singularity, the story of the singularity, and as in the beginning and end of days we care for one thing, that which optimizes our singular sensation – that which approximates us to the flow of pure subjectivity in which universals are being born.
    We can call it “A brave mind singularity” as Wildcat put it, and this is after all a narrative we do know intimately. In that extending the moment of now, making the future our home and shaping space, seems for a moment a sane poetry.
    And so when facing the so called fact of being mortal and a possible incoming sense of immortality, I remind my self, that this way or that way I am the same.
    And yet, that sameness when wound deep within the emerging contemporary mind wave, that distilled sense, yields the very freedom to embrace, to partake, in a life, which becomes no more and no less then art.

    Towards a unified horizon?

    In simple terms, either we make this emerging future our home, our Polytopia, or we will most probably slow the realization of our visions and diverge from where the flow at the edges of humanity is gathering and pointing.
    This way or that a new platform of initial conditions of being, with less and less limiting factors, will eventually arise, somewhere.
    It is a process of re-birth we should adapt to, shaping our edge in relation, while creating our location in correspondence.
    It seems an inevitable matter of time that we make this radical intersection as a fitting medium for our minding. Extending our playground to include that intersection and the mind-wave that corresponds with it… and allow ourselves a re-birth.

    And so I open eyes to a landing perspective, and once more my reflection is, that the amazing thing about the singularity, the Story of the singularity that is, is in the way it affects us.
    And from this landing perspective the singularity indeed has already happened. We are now at the first stage of the post mind singularity era and the curve of accelerating change is indeed accelerating but the context of it happening, aside of technology, is us and the mind of us.

    The Singularity Has Indeed Already Happened

    And so, in a manner of speaking this is my Montevideo, with which I begin to count anew my log.
    16:55/6/11/08/ PSE*

    *PSE: Post Singularity Era

    Thu, Nov 6, 2008  Permanent link
    Categories: future, Singularity, art, Polytopia
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