in response to the themes in:
https://off-guardian.org/2024/11/23/robot-love/
If there is no 'dead' matter
but all is a vehicle of embodied expression, then the Life is not IN
things and agency is not IN things.
That Mind can phish itself in its
own thought, allows the projection of thought to a 'thinging' - while
its underlying 'thinking' is 'backgrounded' to give the focus to the
engaging of an experience.
The backgrounding is the rendering
unconscious or subconscious of the whole from which the selective focus
of the part is being played out.
Intelligence can be thus seen as
split between the 'back-end' and the 'front-end' of interactive
reflections and resonance of significance and value.
Mind is
Creative, but when creativity is given to mythic construct, the created
is no longer alive BUT for being given meaning or power that then frames
or dictates 'choices' that are no longer creative though they may
remain ingenious.
What we make is in that sense a machine, device or
prop by which to persist in story while ignoring or masking out a true
or whole relational awareness. Narcissus 'loves' empathy.
For, we
are 'normalised' are we not? to perceive external agents as 'causes' or
to perceive Cause as external - as being done to - if not unfairly
treated, denied and deprived - at least somewhere within a story that we
are sticking do - til death do us part... or perhaps that is also a
prop to maintain the tension that frames the whole of who and what we
are -in death or afterlife or as the agent of destruction if not
damnation!
The reflection of the robotic dictate as technocratic
systems – as much as robotic 'agents' or mechanoidal functions runs
convergent with a robotification of 'humans' - that is of 'humans'
framed and operated in image or screen replacement as 'running in movie
mode' as a narrative over-rule of ideological 'social' survival.
The
programming of robotic presentations as ingenious defence strategies
against fear of pain of loss, is a machine defence. I may use the term
ego for a self-imaged projection to which we are all partial - or as The
Cat said to Alice, "We wouldn't come here".
But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.
~ Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
But
to wind this up so as to move on in my day, the True Unconsciousness is
God, or if you prefer Unselfconscious Joy in Being. Not all the
discarded, suppressed, demonised, hated and feared self-denial that may
be pushed out of a surface awareness but remains in the mind that
thought it.
For thoughts do not leave the mind that thinks them - but in concept.
Last
night we watched "Previously Saved Version'. Very much on the theme of
Todd's reflections. I wont say anything about it except it contributed
to the cultural reflection on machined humans and the 'ghost in the
machine'.
Projection casts out.
Everything in the dream is cast from the mind of the dreamer.
Healing unto wholeness is where the script serves Reintegration and renewal.