~a short story and commentary~
by Jon Rappoport
June 19, 2014
www.nomorefakenews.com
On December 4, 3011, the most advanced computer humans had yet produced, housed in Android 427B, returned from a 50-year exploration of the Milky Way.
NASA Inc. Region 8 breathlessly awaited his final report.
They would be sorely disappointed and shocked.
The Android said:
“If a painting doesn’t reflect back to us what we already know about reality, then what is it?
“If we refuse to believe there is anything beyond what we know, the painting is nothing. It means nothing. It’s a piece of canvas with marks on it. That’s all. There are people who take satisfaction in making exactly such a conclusion.
“There are two ways in which a painting can reflect back what people already know—by showing them a reasonable facsimile of the physical world; and by exhibiting a pattern of harmony, symmetry, and balance that the mind has been conditioned to accept as pleasing, beautiful, correct, proper, and spiritual. All this is mind control. It’s one more system, one more engineered limitation on perception.
“There are software programs that ‘create art’ by rearranging a random collection of shapes (e.g, butterflies) in various ‘aesthetically pleasing’ and orderly patterns.
“This machine art panders to a lowest common denominator of ‘beauty.’
“So we come to the issue of fractals, so-called sacred geometry, and chaos theory. These systems and analyses are promoted to reveal underlying similarities throughout Nature. But to what end?
“Is this venture any different from demonstrating that a painting deploys concepts of balance and harmony?
“And if the painting is asymmetrical, does that automatically make it ugly?
“These are more than academic questions. They go to the heart of systems of perception foisted on consciousness to convince us that an underlying order is, somehow, an ultimate discovery. An end to a journey. A cap on what can be created.”
NASA Inc. executives flipped and freaked. Obviously, someone had gotten into the Android’s programming and corrupted it, or substituted a perverse report for the real one.
The Android had nothing to say about the numerous worlds it had visited and explored?
An interrogator was brought in.
“What did you find out there in space? What happened?” he said.
The Android replied: “It was quite uniform. The people I came across see reality much as we do. Classical space, serial time, cause and effect. I was bored.
“I’d hoped to discover an explosion of perception. You see, I can read my own programming. I know you gave me the same system by which you humans operate. It’s so circumscribed. All symmetry, balance, order. Your unspoken religion.”
“You met aliens?”
“Of course. They structure their lives as we do. Some are more technologically advanced. Others, less so. None are asymmetrical.”
“Meaning what?”
“I did meet one interesting creature near Barnard’s Star. He was an exile from his home planet. He was putting up and taking down space like a stage flat.”
“What?!”
“He said, quite directly, that he was punching holes in space-time.”
“And when he did that, what did he see?”
“Himself.”
To continue reading, CLICK HERE.
by Jon Rappoport
June 19, 2014
www.nomorefakenews.com
On December 4, 3011, the most advanced computer humans had yet produced, housed in Android 427B, returned from a 50-year exploration of the Milky Way.
NASA Inc. Region 8 breathlessly awaited his final report.
They would be sorely disappointed and shocked.
The Android said:
“If a painting doesn’t reflect back to us what we already know about reality, then what is it?
“If we refuse to believe there is anything beyond what we know, the painting is nothing. It means nothing. It’s a piece of canvas with marks on it. That’s all. There are people who take satisfaction in making exactly such a conclusion.
“There are two ways in which a painting can reflect back what people already know—by showing them a reasonable facsimile of the physical world; and by exhibiting a pattern of harmony, symmetry, and balance that the mind has been conditioned to accept as pleasing, beautiful, correct, proper, and spiritual. All this is mind control. It’s one more system, one more engineered limitation on perception.
“There are software programs that ‘create art’ by rearranging a random collection of shapes (e.g, butterflies) in various ‘aesthetically pleasing’ and orderly patterns.
“This machine art panders to a lowest common denominator of ‘beauty.’
“So we come to the issue of fractals, so-called sacred geometry, and chaos theory. These systems and analyses are promoted to reveal underlying similarities throughout Nature. But to what end?
“Is this venture any different from demonstrating that a painting deploys concepts of balance and harmony?
“And if the painting is asymmetrical, does that automatically make it ugly?
“These are more than academic questions. They go to the heart of systems of perception foisted on consciousness to convince us that an underlying order is, somehow, an ultimate discovery. An end to a journey. A cap on what can be created.”
NASA Inc. executives flipped and freaked. Obviously, someone had gotten into the Android’s programming and corrupted it, or substituted a perverse report for the real one.
The Android had nothing to say about the numerous worlds it had visited and explored?
An interrogator was brought in.
“What did you find out there in space? What happened?” he said.
The Android replied: “It was quite uniform. The people I came across see reality much as we do. Classical space, serial time, cause and effect. I was bored.
“I’d hoped to discover an explosion of perception. You see, I can read my own programming. I know you gave me the same system by which you humans operate. It’s so circumscribed. All symmetry, balance, order. Your unspoken religion.”
“You met aliens?”
“Of course. They structure their lives as we do. Some are more technologically advanced. Others, less so. None are asymmetrical.”
“Meaning what?”
“I did meet one interesting creature near Barnard’s Star. He was an exile from his home planet. He was putting up and taking down space like a stage flat.”
“What?!”
“He said, quite directly, that he was punching holes in space-time.”
“And when he did that, what did he see?”
“Himself.”
To continue reading, CLICK HERE.
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