Loss of Information

Loss of information
Why are we so scared to lose information
Forget a song
Forget a story
Forget a love
Lose love
Lose memories
Block
Is there such thing as lost memories?


Lost time
Lost land
Lost
Found


Find out new knowledge
To know
To understand
To believe?
To feel?


Mental
And physical 
Unclear where one stops and one begins
We know certain things are physical
We know certain things are psychological
Mental states are difficult to fully determine
But some can easily be identified


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Tools
Materials
Ability to manipulate the physical world
Can only physical events cause other physical events
Do we need causation to understand
Life's equation
Perceive 
Perception
Sense
See
Hear
Listen
Sensory and motor cortex are not separate entities
What and how we sense are deeply intertwined with how we move
What and how we move are deeply intertwined with what we sense
How we sense is physical
How we perceive is mental
Layers of determination
Layers of behavior
Layers of cause
Layers of rationale
Layers of Reality

Elements - Lindsey Stirling (Dubstep Violin Original Song)

If You Give

Everything’s not what you think

cause sometimes it’s sunny

but sometimes it’s

Cloudy thoughts

Clouding my judgement

Splitting what I meant and

What I just said

What I saw

What I say

What I will

Catharsis

Cathardic

Heart ache

Back ache

Building up in this

Fake

Filled with ficticioius

Figments

Resembling structures

Functionally, forgettable,

Frugally, or is it just frugal?

Just not giving a fuck

You don’t know what you’re doing

and neither do I

I was just a kid then

and I don’t know when

“Life got flipped

turned upside down.”

Or is it right side up

it’s funny

cause we can say

I just don’t give a fuck

but I do, we do, we all live

live to care

live to give

cause if

“you give life then

you become what you are”

Next

Next time

This time

That time

All the time

Knowing this now

Will it affect next time

Next time theres a dime

You try to pick it up

But it’s really just binary

So next time there’s a one

I hope it’s heads up

So when I get up

I get 

Cause I will give for you

Truth is sacrifice

Real life is sacrifice

For this artificial life that we're living

It’s either sex, drugs, or rock and roll for some

For some it’s just for the love of the game

For the love of music

A voice, a line, a tune, a melody

A sound, a noise, a riff, a lick

A melody, a harmony, a rhythm and a bass

All these sounds start to control the movement 

of my body, my thoughts and my face

And we live on a case by case basis

So face it

Fucked up reality of frugality, fearlessness, ferociousness, 

Pheromones, fears, and

Adequate minds always making up these inadequacies

Models looking at the extraneous, miscelaneous

Fantasy of fate

Forgetting for a moment,

a hiccup

This twisted life that we’re living

Surrounded by hypocrites in a hypocritical, hypercritical hypocrisy

Wheres the ins become the outs and the outs become the ins

Insiders, outsiders,

Trading stocks and bonds

Bragging about bull shit, 

Carrying briefcases filled 

With basically nothing

Bare,

To dare to dream

To dare to defy

To live to get in line

Is that really a life worth living

Giving or keeping

Making or destroying

Mixing up in a matrix of made up modalities,

Moving and modulating our movements as 

we make decisions in moments, in minutes, 

in hours, in a lifetime

A lifetime of moments, lived hard

Lived full but regardless of then

It’s now

This moment I’m in

I shut my eyes

And I begin

To think

To dream

To dare

To defy definitions, definitely defining

Definitively defying

Every, itsy bitsy part of this world

Classifying classifications into classes, corporations,

These groups we create so we can survive

In this mind of ours, this mind of mine

 

And take in all the structures that collide

Collisions of decisions, driving me

From underneath my skin

These networks of neurons and nervous systems

Taking in and responding to stimuli

As I open my mouth, and close my eye

I decide to confide

To be open to the world and the world will open for me

If not today,

One day

Man-Made Lake

Natural and Fake

but is a man-made lake fake?

As the water touches the skin

of the bare naked

ladies

put on their make-up

when they wake up

because they think it makes up 

for something (that most likely)

they made up

to ease their mind

they can ease their mind so easily

however you make up 

when you wake up

not giving a fuck

but giving

living

swimming through this sea of the same

everybody trying to make a name

because they think it's lame if they don't know 

from where they came from

and it's a shame, man,

one day it's here, one day it ain't

one day it's done

la di da, all this fun

pushing and pulling lines 

letters, forming these consonants and vowels

take these letters forming these words

verbs and nouns

flowing out like a sentence

what's next?

the paragraph

or is it essay

or what's easy

or just go for a laugh

thinking your better half may 

be better than some others

roaming around 

mostly mindlessly mimicking movements 

they just't don't know 

or there's nothing they can do

there's nothing you can do

but there's always something

some thing

no thing

one thing

thing one, thing two

hopping in a park

avoiding all the weak ones 

with a big bark

cause all they can do is spark an idea 

ignite

igniting inflammable objects

it's wood

but wet wood

like a long trigger wire

and a broken switch 

broken switches still turn on 

but they lead to some broken machine

mindlessly making messes

we can't fix up

instead, we pollute

carbon monoxide

pollution of lies, lying loquaciously

living vivaciously

while we're nodding our head

not knowing if this flowing flow of information

means anything at all

any, some, no, thing

exist

existing

persisting

pacing patiently, picking apart purposes,

purposefully or not,

pushing packs of parabolas and pie charts, statistics and lies

What's natural?

What if it's natural to disguise?

Free

Natural 

Barriers 

Stereotypes 

Ridiculous ridicules of races

riding on ridiculous rivalries

Repetitious Revolutions

Wrapped up in this revolving around

this merry-go-round 

round 

riding up

as we descend

from all the great races

revolving revolutions

discovering all these places

all of these places

examining all these faces

so many faces

but just one face

that we always seem to want to keep

this repertoire of ridiculous reperortoire

and resources and a repertoire of rhetoric

Are you a heretic?

Is this pathetic?

The path we take

Natural and Fake

but is a man-made lake fake?

A man-made ocean of laws of movement and motion

we drink the potion

one by one

like a line 

of people 

we drink the potion

To help us view this ocean of objects and moments in flux

to avoid friction

as if water touches the skin

but you want to be bare

natural, barrier free
nothing stopping me being me
naturally
natural