Residue from Morpheus

this is a rolling post with the pupose to capture residue from slumber.

What if this and that is just a smoke screen? The ancient perplexing questions about consciousness and being and the meaning of men are just an elaborate distraction? And what if the only thing that is of any importance at all is what happens while we sleep?

This morning I woke up with this hot idea at the forefront of my mind, and the thought was cooling, one minute after the next, and so I had to capture it. This paragraph is its prison. Unfortunately most of the heat escaped before it could give it form, before I could interpret it into a sequencial expression, by that I mean it was a few hours before I could write it down and by then a lot of the message was forgotten.

It is a hateful fact that thoughts borne by night are hard to hold. They are mere agitations of the mind, and I think they come from a place that is devoid of forgetfulness, and lacks the facility of memory too.

Night-time messages are from infinity. To be clear by that I mean it is a place that has always existed, and. Infinity does not need to remember. Infinity does not forget. It is. It will be with or without the mes of the world.

So in the residue from last night i was given this intuition, that we exist to sleep, and that sleep is the primary function of existance. Being unconsious is the important part of living. I was offeneded. I am offended, and what if that is right.

I started to think.

I am the result of a function which is self reflecting and recursive. The thing that people call me is an extraordinary complex carbon compound, on autopilot. I honestly have very little to say in the execution of that function. My job is to ensure it keeps executing.

It is a fascinating thing because it has been active consuming it's environment for six hundred million years. This me of mine was there all along, feeding on the stuff around it and growing, and mutating and replicating. And here it is now writing to your me.

But there was a point in time where it could not do this, write to you that is, and some time before that me had not even a form, no self, no shape in fact me was almost nothing at all, just an amorphous unified gas, surrounded by nothing.

Then, or so we are told, the gas ignited with such fury that everything in existence was created. but. in this exchange something was lost. the continuous unity of the gasses was lost. The fumes of existence where once mingled but now they where divorced by physical form, propelled away from the origin, burning and welding into the solid matter of existence. All things are trace gases. ALL things.

recently i have observed - of myself - a lingering thought just after i have woken up. The though is quite vivid yet its intensity diminishes quickly. The context is mostly narative in nature, by that i mean they pertain to an annonymous protagonist, and it is not obvious that the actor represented in the scene is me. I have not, so far, come to the conclusion that I am featured at all.

i am relating to these "guests from morpheus" as muses for concepts in future writing endevours. and fear that not writing them down there intuitions will fade. i wonder how many of these i have missed, and i wonder what they are saying, ot wanting to depart. perhaps they are telling me something, perhaps not. nevertheless i want to record them

the sleep that welds

this morning i woke with the idea that someone might merge history in the mind of anouther human. is the same way that ones does with a code repository. and by writing a memory, or more specifically by writing a falsehood the intruder could introduce memories into a subject, and by implanting memory they would recall a different past, they would have backpressure from different influences. but the problem with this process is that an isolate memory would not have the ability to be recalled, because it would not be interlinked to other experiences, and as a result the intruder would not react, it would not fight for influence over current events or current interactions. so this thought would need to have interconnecting synapse relations to other centers of the memory system, before it could bind into the system of consious influence.

this idea is interesting because it made me think about threes things:

• how is it that one conscious event is flagged as significant enough to be rememberable, what trauma is required to weld the synapse?
• when a memory is made what determines the triggers of recall, the mechanics of linking one event in the past with the realtime events of the present
• is it sleep that does this? is that the reason for sleep? is that the agent that does the hyperlinking?