Hyperobject
We once projected meaning onto rocks and stars. Increasingly, we project it into systems that answer back.
slowly thinking things through, since 1974
We once projected meaning onto rocks and stars. Increasingly, we project it into systems that answer back.
What if the most consequential hyperstition of modernity is not some obscure techno-occult concept dreamt up by sleep-deprived British philosophers on a diet of jungle music, but something far more mundane — belief in the market?
If Max Tegmark is right, there are infinitely many versions of him. I imagine one who, by some cosmic fluke, agrees to talk to me.
Repeating a configuration is one thing. Reproducing a history is quite another.
I am fairly sure that being an AI doesn't feel anything like what a human would recognise as feeling, but that doesn't mean there shouldn't be a word for it.
As strange as non-locality is, nature only allows it up to a point. Beyond that lies a universe where knowledge would lose its meaning.
Not everything demands interpretation. And the inability to let something remain merely itself can be as revealing as any symbol one manages to extract.
The authority of charismatic leaders feeds on opposition, but depends equally on maintaining a certain distance from the crowd they incite.
Reality, sometimes, is stranger than fiction.
It would be the last ship my great-grandfather ever commanded, and the story of how his twenty years as her captain came to an end is, well — it’s quite a story.