There is a running commentary in my head that seems to say "Someday, all the things you have experienced in your life will come together and have meaning, like a jacuzzi puzzle twisted around until it is solved without losing any steam, in a denial of entropy."
Or something like that. Salvador Dali tried to express this in his painting of the Railroad Station at Perpignan. Norton Mansefield expressed it with the non-publication of Putrid Pink. Marcel Duchamp gave up art, probably the most non-trivial yet weakest expression of anything.
The undercurrents about to surface this century are: symmetry, robots, scale, and falsifiability. You heard it here first, in the no-space of solipsistic internet infinity.
Sooner or later, I'll write a verse or two about this.
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