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Taylor Callery


Of all the information that every second flows into our brains from our sensory organs, only a fraction arrives in our consciousness: the ratio of the capacity of perception to the capacity of apperception is at best a million to one. A million times more bits enter our heads than consciousness perceives. Consciousness lags behind what we call reality. It takes half a second to become conscious of something, though that is not how we perceive it. Outside our conscious awareness, an advanced illusion rearranges events in time. Our consciousness lags behind because it has to present us with a picture of the surrounding world that is relevant. But it is precisely a picture of the surrounding world it presents us with, not a picture of all the superb work the brain does. The sequence is: sensation, simulation, experience. But it is not relevant to know about the simulation, so that is left out of our experience, which consists of an edited sensation that we experience as unedited. What we

The Tree of Talking

A tree shows how the writer compresses a lot of information into very little information. Exformation is generated. Exformation is the discarded information, everything we do not actually write but have in our heads when and before we write anything at all. Information is the measurable, demonstrable utterances we actually come out with. Little amount of information is transferred as text and is received unchanged. The reader associates outward and up the tree, obtaining all the associations needed to understand the text. [The User Illusion: Cutting Consciousness Down to Size (1999) by Tor Norretranders]

Some People

Vera was good-looking, not at all stupid, quick at learning, was well brought up, and had a pleasant voice; what she said was true and appropriate, yet, strange to say, everyone — the visitors and countess alike — turned to look at her as if wondering why she had said it, and they all felt awkward. [Leo Tolstoy (1869), War and Peace]

State Trooper

License, registration, I ain't got none But I got a clear conscience 'bout the things that I done Mister State Trooper, please don't stop me Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife The only thing that I got's been botherin' me my whole life Bruce Springsteen [1982]



Será este o meu fim? Temo que sim. E o que será da montanha, regressará alguma vez ao que foi outrora? Não, mas e nquanto o Sol brilhar sobre nós, esta montanha perdurará, mas isso não é grande consolo, pois não? Não para nós. [Andrómeda, Zé Burnay]