back to 01.07.01

i sit still, doing nothing almost as good as my dad.

who defines reality. we do. those somehow set just outside of everything on offer. not satisfied. look for something else. go down the rabbit hole and hope it is a tunnel. one must go a long way before one knows it is a tunnel. not that there is light at the end of it to see. but there is light enough to see the walls. and the air is moving.

which of course tells us little.

but there is a common thread in all the words. they do attempt to say something.

rebel.

even against meaning.

mutation is the way of life. it isn't a mistake. it's evolution seeing what works and what doesn't.

magic. a word perverted in meaning by quack magicians and entertainers. after the priest had painted it black. they painted life black to sell us afterlife. fuck. my dvd player in my apple, the things they can do these days. doesn't like long cd's. it's a lazy fuck. back from the time when such things were new. i have nothing new. to say.

i live like my stereotype. quite liking it.

and i am forever falling in love with the main character. not like the story from then.

much worse.

but it is magic i want to talk of. if you and your army have bow and arrow, your enemy spears, one could start to wonder about the magic of the intellect. how does one come to build a bow. we know how to do it. get a book with the instructions and anyone can build a bow.

as long as they can read and understand.

the merchants would like to take that from us. i believe enough to do that which i refused to do. over and over. to see if there is any way to solve the case which obviously, should one risk looking. is there. taking over all of it.

which is too much.

i really don't believe i have a choice but too write. not only to you but any who can read. i know i can't see all sides of the elephant. the world never needs one great mind. a dictator megalomaniac decreeing what what is. that is the horror of the singularity. once thought science fiction, like most science fiction, history. the computer.

but as usual, i stray from the point i want to bring to your attention so i can get a response.

fuck.

magic was stolen from us. only we can take it back.

_bunny stop_

letter 01.07.03