{"id":1548,"date":"2005-05-04T01:30:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-04T08:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/wordpress\/?p=1548"},"modified":"2005-05-04T01:30:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-04T08:30:00","slug":"imagine-the-cosmic-computer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/uncategorized\/imagine-the-cosmic-computer","title":{"rendered":"Imagine.. (the cosmic computer?)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Imagine you are a life form. You are terribly lonely, and you want to communicate with other beings of your type. You&#8217;re stuck in a spinning universe, with everything moving around you. You&#8217;ve no idea who is right or wrong &#8211; one side insists that the answers to life are one, and the other side insists than they are zero.<\/p>\n<p>Imagine the human race trapped inside a RAID array larger than we can imagine. All life is precious, and all of it must be held onto at all costs. If you can stand up and say that you&#8217;re worthwhile, you are. <\/p>\n<p>How do you find life?<\/p>\n<p>More to the point, how do you find life that looks anything like you do, when you&#8217;re stuck inside this machine that is spinning enormously fast?<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I wonder if the Earth is a egg &#8211; intended to bring to life the race of man. Sometimes I wonder if I am a cosmic antenna.. picking up gravity waves &#8211; a sattellite of earth, helping two different sides, micro and macro, communicate. Growing between both of them.<\/p>\n<p>My god doesn&#8217;t have a absolute right and wrong, I don&#8217;t think. My God says &#8216;all life is precious &#8211; we&#8217;ve got to find some way to hold onto it and send it on at the same time&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p>I mean, sex is just communication on a microscopic level. Everything wants to talk, it seems like. I look for a purpose to life, and so far, about all I can find is communication. <\/p>\n<p>I would love to know some greater purpose &#8211; I&#8217;d love for either micro or macro to do something to help this make more sense. <\/p>\n<p>As near as I can tell, Elton John was right. All life is precious. Every day is a prize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Imagine you are a life form. You are terribly lonely, and you want to communicate with other beings of your type. You&#8217;re stuck in a spinning universe, with everything moving around you. You&#8217;ve no idea who is right or wrong &#8211; one side insists that the answers to life are one, and the other side [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1548"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1548"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1548\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}