This transition from a narrative computation modality to a "Philosophy Cultures" modality will be exciting, but the transition is difficult. We "humans" are fortunate in terms of brain plasticity, so the modality can always shift, which remains interesting to me, of dynamic spaces opening in relation to some form of interactivity. Still, I think of this notion, like "we are creatures of habit," so there isn't simply conscious control among the experimentation, even if there is conscious control. Still, there can be structures that counteract habitual patterns as we rewire. The structuring, even for the Philosophy Cultures site, does something like this I would think, as we address single assemblage and linear understanding. All in all, this is enjoyable. It's my very own basketball diaries to Gilbert Grape and beyond. It's not a conventional existence, but I can't go for the safe and sound, when a ding in the universe can be had. If I went the safe and sound path, and I'm not knocking it, but if I did, I would likely wilt out of sheer boredom. I have to cultivate a process that pushes the rigor further. Granted, after years of pushing matters, I am easing up with philosophy & art. It's time. I've turned a bit grey, and I know someone else who is entirely grey, and there are people I grew up with, who I've seen at work, and we are all chickens who missed the spring now. One foot in. Only a matter of time until we blossom fully into our potential as chicken of the sea. Canned. And as the mirror fades to grey, the meaning involves modality form. A dynamic modality does seem to open one up to a better livelihood, regardless of reflections in the mirror. Not of superficial smiles and happiness, or "reassuring" literal universals ad nauseum, but a gratifying sense concerning something underlying the fade. I appreciate the shifting modality. Life isn't this mysterious, inexplicable form, even among this sensory chaos. Between the superficial polarities, there is this pulse to matters, so greying doesn't bother me, and I don't sense this linear passage of time, fleeting. There's just this new emergence among an ongoing process that is something to look forward to, that offers a genuine sense of gratitude among the inevitable frictions of a mirroring world in disarray. There is this interaction between them, so I can be okay with both. I can also have fun being a lively curmudgeon of a desired humorous grumpiness that is sobering and yet uplifting. At least, that seems to be my flavor. Optimistic, even if I say the world is going to hell in an artisanal handbasket if we are lucky. What can I say? I enjoy a good artisanal handbasket like enjoying a good development of shifting modality. Something with an interesting pulsation, at least; Something like a tea kettle heating up, or my shoes on spin cycle, of some unexpected patterning, among the expected. This is what I mean.
