Edge|words are out-crowding the old templates. All my friends know that progress moves across the timeline in that exponential fashion made popular by . This isn't just some novice graph theory, this is what you feel inside your cellular phone book. Evolution feeds itself the hyper-vitamins of it's own hubris. The principles of movement are predicated upon the interplay of potential ! kinetics ! acceleration. Change Accelerates.

Bearing in mind these dithering mandates, let's attack the aesthetics of our visual corporation. The base is crumbling. o.k. the legs of the chair are being sanded away to naught. o.k. In previous incarnations of culture, the occupying forces could make assumptions founded upon a rigid base of ideas or the stability of an oak George II. Since speed renders the starting gate irrelevant ----- Since acceleration renders the finish line irrelevant ------ The corporation can no longer make assumptions.

Society has always carried with it a visual bias. There would not be civilization as we know it without this ocular emphasis. Biology sublimated our super-aural senses so that we could become happy slaves to language and art. Can this pattern survive the acceleration? Or can we survive the acceleration if we adhere to language-based assumptions?

On any scale or in any discipline, the ancient survival mechanism of cause and effect reactionism is rusting. Repetitive conditioning is all but useless. The endless supply of variables that our century's advancement has laid before us are manifesting themselves into every possible outcome[]corner of the tangible[]flux that makes up this proto[]reality. What any single atom is capable of accomplishing it will dutifully accomplish. There are too many whizzing, buzzing intricacies built into to the 21st century to nullify any possible derivatives of evolution. This condition is a by-product of exponential growth. If change accelerates, then everything accelerates. If everything is accelerating, then everything is going to take place inside an approaching instant.

A cursory glance at any metropolitically disrespected newspaper] Disparate headlines clash against the already ancient paper to paint an undeniable portrait of uncertainty. Failures at war, victories in capital, draws in international football friendlies, featurettes on zoo pregnancies, recipes for chocolate mousse. This catalogue of chaos bound by a common font proves that we have no idea what the universe is truly meant for. Far from being a chart of world affairs, the daily is a trap of confused voices sinking inside a disjointed reality that is shaking with increasing rupturability.

There is a tactile world in front of your senses. The stench in the average rotted tomato proved this countless decades ago. The problem is that the intake of tactile sensation is being mutated by the dynamism of graphic calculators. It's not even a problem (really.), but as we approach the vertical, things are gonna get kinda shifty. If you weren't aware of the next sentence, I'll write it for you. Up until right about now, the course of planetary progression has been interpreted as moving in a horizontal fashion. In the very near future, time-movement will be interpreted as progressing vertically. Of course horizontal and vertical are subjective semi-forms, a cock of the head ninety degrees and the whole thing is reversed.

By the time these sensations reach your synapses they'll've shifted their causation, not to mention any corresponding correlation. The accelerationist is aware of the all-encompassing uncertainty that taints every human pursuit throughout the universe. The Turing test is all backwards. We shouldn't be gauging robots for their common-talk, but rather for their ability to ignite chaos and confusion out of the natural harmonies of the environment. With all the math we have at our disposal, anyone can code a palpable conversation. The new gauge of humanity, the new edge of dialogue comes in the form of spontaneous outcroppings of revolution.

This Palace Of Instincts Is Within Arm's Length
=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.=.= Constant replacement of the avant-garde --- drops of velocity into the crumbling social concrete --- refusing to take the time to understand anything --- being forced to continually shift your focus --- putting forth opposites just to appease the thirst for difference --- murdering repetition --- resurrecting repetition as an alternative to boring parades of originality --- murdering repetition.