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Started Jan 13
1. Put on some clothes 2. Put on a pair of glasses suited to your degree of visual impairement. 3. Access the Internet and publish a blog post about yourself. 4. Relish and enjoy your, now, transhuma…
Started Oct. 30, 2009
Everything seems to blur into a monistic oneness Where everything seems to be neither superior nor inferior to everything else Neither more beautiful nor more ugly than everything else. To vegetate b…
Started this discussion. Last reply by Adam James Davis Oct. 9, 2009.
Friends, I have recently created a new Facebook group aimed to generate interest in transhumanism in the city of Nottingham and surrounding areas in order for the organisation of friendly, informal…
Started Sep. 30, 2009
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To voluntarily perform or be audience to an infinitely long piece of "utopian" ambient drone music (a la Rod Modell's track Ultraviolet World from the Incense & Black Light album) that never began, but has always been playing, as will it continue forever. Thus, the decision to play and listen to this music will always regress ahead of infinity back from a set point; the decision reaches back in an infinity longer than the infinity of the duration of the piece at any given moment...the opp
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Posted on May 12, 2010 at 5:30am —
Try to imagine a situation in which all that exists ever is a pure sphere. Do you have an image in your mind of a sphere in a void, a sphere surrounded by infinite darkness? If so, try to purge that, for the nothingness is still something else. I did say, after all, just a sphere. A completely finite existence...a sphere not even surrounded by nothingness, a sphere not even in a vacuum. Just a sphere. Such is the bizarre nature of finity, up there with the paradoxes, self-references and Grand
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On a planet, you are warming your wet hands underneath a hand-dryer where you then rest your weary forehead on it's plastic case. The warmth and the gentle vibrations onto your skull stimulate blood flow; it is very nice. The planet unexpectedly explosed, and you automatically adapt. The mechanical shockwaves, gravity waves and electromagnetic emissions, across the orders of magnitude, are still cosy like a quietly humming beacon of soft light in a vibrating case.
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Posted on March 9, 2010 at 4:59pm —
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