23 may. 2015

Mi Subrayados


-The Drowned World por J. G. Ballard


Let me speak your name and in speaking let me sing, a secret melody whose notes rise like birds and fall into your ears, to turn you toward me, with a smile that anticipates your own hidden song that choruses with my name. Let me speak your name so I may hear my name spoken to me from you. You cannot imagine the sensuousness of speech, you who have spoken all your life, you who have mouthed words like bread, a staff of life common on your tongue. You cannot appreciate the luxury speech represents to those of us who have no time for it, we who speed our words, transmitting mind to mind without mediation, not even the briefest pause between mind and mouth to temper what we say or to soften sharp
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individual life is misleading. Each one of us is as old as the entire biological kingdom, and our bloodstreams are tributaries of the great sea of its total memory. The uterine odyssey of the growing foetus recapitulates the entire evolutionary past, and its central nervous system is a coded time scale, each nexus of neurones and each spinal level marking a symbolic station, a unit of neuronictime.
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His unconscious was rapidly becoming a well-stocked pantheon of tutelary phobias and obsessions, homing on to his already over-burdened psyche like lost telepaths.
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(Logically—for what had a more gloomy prognosis than life?—)
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Phantoms slid imperceptibly from nightmare to reality and back again, the terrestrial and psychic landscapes were now indistinguishable, as they had been at Hiroshima and Auschwitz, Golgotha and Gomorrah.
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Although the apartment was beginning to look ramshackle and untidy, Beatrice continued to tend her own appearance devotedly. On the few occasions when Kerans called she would be sitting on the patio or before a mirror in her bedroom, automatically applying endless layers of patina, like a blind painter forever retouching a portrait he can barely remember for fear that otherwise he will forget it completely. Her hair was always dressed immaculately, the make-up on her mouth and eyes exquisitely applied, but her withdrawn, isolated gaze gave her the waxen, glace beauty of an inanimate mannequin. At last, however, she had been roused.
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The Number of the Beast por Robert Heinlein.

—“Women are like spiders, they sit there watching you and knitting their webs”
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You don’t talk if you know tango.
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(Why do I get these attacks of honesty? I’ve never done anything to deserve them.)
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This Universe never did make sense; I suspect that it was built on government contract.
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Deety darling, keep him on a short leash and don’t feed him meat. But marry him-
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I have no precognition for harmless events. But this split-second knowledge when I need it has kept me alive and relatively unscarred in an era when homicide kills more people than does cancer and the favorite form of suicide is to take a rifle up some tower and keep shooting until the riot squad settles it.
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You always did have a wise head, Deety. Women are toughminded, men are not; we have to protect them… while pretending to be fragile ourselves, to build up their fragile egos. But I’ve never been good at it-I like to play with matches.”
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"First secret of living with a man: Feed him as soon as he wakes.”
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Some people go to church to talk to God, Whoever He is. When I have something on my mind, I talk to Jane. I don’t hear “voices,” but the answers that, come into my mind have as much claim to infallibility, it seems to me, as any handed down by any Pope speaking ex cathedra. If this be blasphemy, make the most of it; I won’t budge. Jane is, was, and ever shall be, worlds without end. I had the priceless privilege of living with her for eighteen years and I can never lose her.
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Deety, never encourage a man to cook breakfast; it causes him to wonder if women are necessary. If you always get his breakfast and don’t raise controversial issues until after his second cup of coffee, you can get away with murder the rest of the time. They don’t notice other odors when they smell bacon.
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“That’s right, dear. Never tell a man anything he doesn’t need to know, and lie with a straight face rather than hurt his feelings or diminish his pride.”
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“No philosopher allows his opinions to be swayed by facts-he would be kicked out of his guild. Theologians, the lot of them.”
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I will not spank a pregnant woman. But I can think about it.
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What better time to drink life to the dregs than when we know that any hour may be our last?”
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A dead person’s clothes should be given away or burned; nothing should be kept that does not inspire happy memories.
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Let us all preserve our illusions; it lubricates social relations.
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‘A man who bets on greed and dishonesty won’t be wrong too often.’
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(I never enjoy looking at my wife quite so much as when she lights up and is suddenly a little girl.)
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I’ve decided to stay grown up. It’s not easy. But it’s more satisfying. An adult doesn’t panic at a snake; she just checks to see if it’s got rattles.
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cops and courts no longer protect citizens, so citizens must protect themselves.”
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“Wouldn’t that be sump’n? No, for mechanical reasons I think they take turns. Whether ten minutes apart or ten years, deponent sayeth not. But I’d give a pretty to see two of ‘em going to it!” “Sharpie, you’ve got a one-track mind.” “It’s the main track. Reproduction is the main track; the methods and mores of sexual copulation are the central feature of all higher developments of life.” “You’re ignoring money and television.” “Piffle! All human activities including scientific research are either mating dances and care of the young, or the dismal sublimations of born losers in the only game in town.
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“Logic is an organized way of going wrong with confidence.”
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You smell yummy and should marinate another week. It’s not your cortex or your character I love but your carcass-delectable! If it weren’t for these seat belts, it would be rape, rape, rape, all the way to the ground. Actually you’re sort o’ stupid-but what a chassis!”
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never monkey with a system that is working well enough-First Corollary of Murphy’s Law.
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Sharpie said, “I have a suggestion, Cap’n Zebbie.” “Science Officer, I like your suggestions.” “You won’t like this one. When all else fails, tell the truth.”
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“You’re a smart girl, Gay.” “Then why am I pushing this baby carriage?”
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(Why do women have this compulsion to confess? It is not a typical male Vice.)
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People who pass up temptations have only themselves to blame.
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Jane taught me that the only important rule is not to hurt people… which very often-Jane’s words!-consists in not talking unnecessarily.”
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Men need us but can just barely stand us; every now and then they have to discuss our faults.
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The ability of the male mind to rationalize its deeds-and misdeeds-cannot be measured. (And some female minds. But we females have more wild animal in us; mostly we don’t feel any need to justify ourselves. We just do it, whatever it is, because we want to. Is there ever any other reason?)
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Long habit is not changed by mere good resolution;
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When a man looks at a new and attractive woman and decides that he is too tired, it’s time.
When he doesn’t even look, push him over and bury him; he’s failed to notice that he’s dead.
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“If you read it correctly it’s all in the Bible. ‘In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.’ Could anyone ask for a plainer statement of the self-evident fact that nothing exists until someone imagines it and thereby gives it being, reality? The distinction lies only in the difference between ‘being’ and ‘becoming’- a distinction that cancels out when any figment-fact is examined from different ends of the entropy error-“
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“There are three schools of magic. One: State a tautology, then ring the changes on its corollaries; that’s philosophy. Two: Record many facts. Try to see a pattern. Then make a wrong guess at the next fact; that’s science. Three: Awareness that you live in a malevolent universe controlled by Murphy’s Law, sometimes offset in part by Brewster’s Factor: that’s engineering.”
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1 may. 2015

Viviendo miles de años.




Vivir 4000 años, o un poco menos; La oportunidad de generar un juicio y memoria incluso subconsciente de cada situación posible. 100 años de dedicación a una única habilidad te convertiría no sólo en una eminencia en 400 campos y especialidades. También te daría la asombrosa suma de toda esa experiencia, si tan sólo el conocimiento fuera acumulable.
Ahora, el vivir tanto no te convierte en un super humano, solamente pone tus capacidades ya existentes en una posibilidad de experiencia de 50 generaciones. ¿Cómo se podría recordar la infancia en la madurez? Mas en un análogo que suma vidas y vidas.


Aun así el cerebro tiene capacidades sobre las cuales desconoce su límite si el detrimento y el perecer no le fueran inevitables a tan corto plazo.
Tal vez en dos milenios podamos recordar el primer beso, o una cicatriz en el codo encerrando las memorias dentro de la primer década de vida.


El cuerpo mismo tiene muchas maneras de recordarle a la mente sus excesos, descuidos, lecciones e infortunios.


La memoria no es continua, y la mnemotecnia que utiliza se basa en los recuerdos y consecuencias sobre el cuerpo que la porta, sobre la cotidianidad de patrones, sean etológicos o de percepción; En un cúmulo de cuatro mil años ¿La automatización de la conciencia podría ser perfecta?


Toda la mente afinada a cada evento, situación y posibilidad plausible dentro de los parámetros del contexto. Por supuesto, sin mayor propósito que la continuidad de su existencia.


No, no es posible; Sus capacidades son dinámicas y adaptables, así como el universo que habita. El pozo de su creatividad es incomprensiblemente enorme. Aún deprivado de sus sentidos, la mente crea sus propias percepciones. Sus mecanismos de vida en sí misma lo exigen.


Imagino un feto de probeta, creciendo en un tanque de deprivación sensorial hasta el desarrollo del producto completo. Una placenta artificial realiza el ciclo de nutrientes que evita la activación completa de órganos respiratorios y digestivos. Pero aún en la ingrávida oscuridad de ese útero, el cabello crece, la apoptosis transforma muñones palmeados en dedos y pies, y lo más importante, el corazón late. Un ritmo, un metrónomo que regula estando sano, toda otra variedad de ciclos y metabolismos.


Un agente de entrada para información, que es irremplazable en tal papel.


En el silencio más absoluto el corazón e inclusive la dilatación de vasos es audible en su ejercicio. Con todo y se naciera de creación sin sentidos, la sensación, el pensamiento, el instinto y principio fundamental de la existencia como cerebro es que el corazón tenga un latir. La mínima variación le daría a la mente una diferencia de pautas sobre las cuales imaginar y recordar posibilidades infinitas en permutación a tres dimensiones: Ritmo, pausa, y la duración de ambos.


Un cerebro tiene por principio que el cuerpo en su dependencia funcione, es su función estructural mecánica, adaptativa. El encerrar una mente imaginativa es una consecuencia evolutiva secundaria y muy costosa energéticamente; Un cerebro no necesita de una mente para funcionar, y mientras una mente no se pueda almacenar artificialmente, el simple contraer del corazón le dará universos para imaginar y desarrollar.


El nacer humano hace intrínseco que el metabolismo llene de información la mente. Mientras el contenedor de la mente sea perecedero con alimentación de los sentidos, e impuesto a una gravedad perceptible a nivel funcional, la mente tendrá caós de magnitud universal para soñar.


Es entonces cuando se elimina el factor de existencia finita, que sus capacidades y límites escapan del conocimiento, porque no existe evidencia alguna de que sucede con la mente a tan largo plazo.


Lo más razonable es creer en las limitantes cognitivas y racionales del cerebro óptimamente sano en la media de vida humana.


La memoria no puede recordar todo.


Toda conexión que mantiene una memoria, si no es utilizada, reciclada, referencial a otras memorias o reforzada incluso por el misterio del sueño, se pierde. Sus conexiones decaen, mueren en una pequeña explosión de luz, se mueven y utilizan para otra cosa. La muerte de algo que representó un momento de existencia.


Entonces, la conciencia descansa sobre cada cicatriz de experiencia previa, de sus alegrías y hambre de continuidad. Se conserva lo que te hace seguir vivo, lo que crees que es importante para seguir vivo. Lo demás son vestigios borrosos de la existencia, del tiempo cuando lo llamábamos ahora, entradas que funcionan como índices de una librería infernal.


Para una mente de cuatro mil años, su resiliencia a ese peso es desconocida. Tal vez la demencia como destino. Una intoxicación de tanta vida para la cual jamás se concibió, para la cual tal vez sea una pobre herramienta. Tal vez una serenidad de la adaptación rápida en respuesta a tantas experiencias acumuladas, el ensimismamiento retórico como un refugio en opuesto diametral a la demencia. O solamente la misma mente incapaz de madurar más allá de sus propias capacidades, desechando recuerdos, soñando, buscando el continuar su vida cubriendo las necesidades metabólicas y autocreadas como componente cultural del ser, como mente; Una persona adulta con un millón de días exactamente iguales en potencial al de cualquier persona.

La mente no cambia, sólo se adapta para cumplir la directiva primaria, seguir vivo.