“Yes, Woo, but what does all this mean? What is the point?”
Oh, you’re one of those people who thinks there has to be a reason for everything. That’s disappointing. OK, let’s say I’m doing it for the continuation of the species. No?
What if I said I was writing a book? I prefer <text-object>. I could tell you the truth, that I’m writing (approximately) 4 text-objects, in parallel, but that would sound like the ravings of a right loon. You seem like a ‘planning’ person. I don’t really do that in any conventional sense. Sorry. I’m here, hanging out on my internal beach for a while, surfing through life with hardly a wave behind me. Maybe that’s my purpose – I’m searching for that perfect wave. Or particle.
Also with the ‘trying out different voices’ thing. I can see how that might be confusing but just because a ‘book’ is about information metaphysics, does that mean it can’t be FUN, maybe even funny? Yes? OK, then this is my <serious face>.
You know when people say, “While we’re all here, can I just bounce an idea off you?” Well, that. When I started using ‘social software’, my life changed. The delay introduced by the Internet suits my brain better than In-Real-Life conversations. I communicate more effectively in an asynchronous textual environment. I can find and form my own tribes or match-make inter-tribal relationships. Most of the great leaps forward in human endeavour have been made by strong individuals, sharing ideas and working together in movements, groups or societies but they were typically limited by geographic constraints. We are the first generation with the chance to shake off the tyranny of transportation.
I started to see coincidences everywhere. Various separate aspects of my life began to collide with one another. Just as the Large Hadron Collider was whacking particles together to see what happened (I may be over-simplifying,) so ‘social’ was acting as an ideas accelerator. I started to ‘cross the streams’ deliberately. The ‘Ghostbusters’ miscalculated the dangers. I’m doing chaos on purpose, just to see what happens. Let’s play. Let’s brain storm. You can steal my ideas, if I can steal yours. Deal?
Maybe new ideas arrived at collectively belong to us all and only the unique way in which each of us narrates the shared story is our own.
On The Outside 