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Freud
Foreword
I have discussed very serious questions in a very English flippant absurd manner.
The death of mother in January 2004 after 10 years of Alzheimer, death that took long nights and long fights with the medical staff, confirmed my impression that there is little difference between reality and absurdity. Why refuse morphine to a dying mother?
But, it goes much further than that.
We have been the lucky generation, we were born with pencils, we die with computers not bigger than the pencils of our youth.
Implants of chips inside humans have started.
It is a matter of less that a few years before the installation of chips inside humans, chips linked by some kind of Wi-Fi.
The dream of Humanity, to have instant access to all the knowledge available will become a daily routine.
Once we are implanted with chips, once we have super knowledge, once we have super computing power, the question which we take for granted will become acute:
<< who am I? >>
If I am connected to all other humans, who am I, where does the "myself" end and begin. And this is nothing futuristic, it has started, some of your correspondents on the Internet simply do not exist, they are avatars.
I have described what would happen, and for unknown reasons the new type of Life Form became the "Glub".
In this text I have gone further in derision. I am very interested in the "images" produced by our receptors and worked out by the brain to allow us to manipulate our surroundings. I have been astonished by drawings, very bad, simple drawings made by 6 year old children, which in some way reach the most important core of our being.
Of course, it is obvious that I find the Academic World derisive, while I love it so much.
As Bergman said in "Saraband" this year, since the death of mother, my death has become acute. There is no way I can avoid the anxiety of accepting that I am dying, yet I am more afraid of the nurses than of death.
Writing makes me forget fear, writing opens the door of Eternity, writing opens the door to another dimension.
I am a trained scientist, Humanity could be to Eternity what bacteria in Petri dishes are to Scientists, yet at the same time, idiotic as it may sound, all my experiences in Africa tell me that behind the screen of reality, there is another reality beyond our understanding.
This week, for no reason, more than 100.000 humans died, as has happened so many times before when Earth was hit by asteroids. It is a totally meaningless, random event. Stephen Jay Gould has written about these events.
Yet, behind the horror, there is something, not some kind of stupid vengeance, but something fundamental which a scientist would phrase in the following way:
<< did it happen, or did it happen in my brain?>>
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Good morning Glubs,
Regretfully, I cannot authorize any use of any reproduction material as this will be the basis of a further enlargement of my thesis which, if I may say so in all modesty, has totally changed the way we looked at our ancestors the Humans.
Glubs, let us once again pay our respect to the earliest representation found of a Human being, were the artist has managed by his simplicity and modesty to fully convey the beauty and agony of a dying civilization.
Glubs, kindly give me a few moments while I try to master my emotion when looking at this unique example of total Art.
So, Glubs, you were wondering why a Human matrix should have a top and a bottom, a left and a right?.
The answer, how dramatic it may sound, is that Humans were not matrixes but discreet bits of flesh packed into something called the epidermis;
If the package had not been pulled upward, it would have collapsed like a jelly.
My very clear theories, more than theories, pale-ontological facts were so difficult to accept for my University Glub colleagues, that I had to resort to a device which while dramatic, does tend to distort our understanding of the feelings of Humans.
I had a very gifted student who had a special gift for chromes, so I asked this Glub, during the night work we shared she and I, to find a way to produce some kind of artificial color to the forces that were holding up the Humans.
This is what she did under my guidance, and I must say that I find the expression most appropriate.
Another one of my Glubs, a most unpleasant one whom I found myself forced to reduce to its most simple algebraic expression after I discovered his tendency to share more than technical facts with my chrome Glub, this assistant, while utterly unpleasant which I am sure we all regret now, had an interest in recreating scenes of daily life during the Human period.
With the assistance of the most powerful parallel network, he was, while guided by me, able to reconstruct a basic 2D of daily life during the Human period;
Assistant, please show our Glubs this reconstruction:
Some technical details are still difficult to explain, such as the proper nature on the left side of the Human having a box black shape.
While the round red circle was a bit of a puzzle for quite some time, I was able to prove with success that this circle directed the flow of the spermatozoids used daily and nightly by the Humans, a very crude reproduction procedure I will admit, but a procedure that appeared to fascinate these humans.
Glubs, let us now add the chromes needed to make visible the forces that held the humans upright.
Before adding the Artificial coloring to the strings that held a human alive, let us look at how a normal daily scene would look like without these additions:
As you can see, a normal daily scene from the Human period, but totally incomprehensible for us Glubs without artifacts.
Humans had one Force that governed all their life, there total belief that they were unique and that the main objective of their life was to avoid something they called “Death” which, for lack of anything better, would have been in our civilization the crushing of a matrix and its integration in a larger matrix.
Let us show this force.
Glubs, being a very humble Professor when confronted with these mysteries, even if I am the only one who has ever managed to Glub any understanding of humans into a Glub Matrix, I felt at the beginning that I had solved the problem until I realized that this human, if held by only one force, would be unstable.
I therefore continued my studies to try and find the hidden forces, the dark forces.
I was somewhat assisted by a strange Bubble Glub who insisted that I call him Freud and who insisted that while in Bubble form he could only matrix his data if holding an horizontal smoking vegetable producing a lot of disgusting odors.
That strange Glub assistant even had the impertinence of suggesting that his work would be better performed if I would lay my matrix on a horizontal surface he insisted on calling a couch while he would be sitting behind me. Never seen anything as preposterous as this Glub! He did not even have any bulges worth mentioning while in bubble form!!!
I naturally totally rejected a proposal submitted by Freud Glub, I think a virus inherited from the parent data must have corrupted his Operating System, still, as a curiosity, I would like to show the preposterous suggestion the Freud Glub made!
Still, students, when I reduced this Freud matrix to prime numbers for recycling, at times I have had some kind of regrets, however absurd this Freud picture may look, possibly this Glub through the disorder of his Operating System was in some way nearer to understanding humans than we pure solvable matrix network Glub are.
Well, Glub, thank you for your connection and please debubble all of you and return to our Glub Matrix.
But the real world is worse than my Glub World :
Quote from New England Journal of Medecine:
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"Who's on First?" — Medical Discoveries and Scientific Priority
Howard Markel, M.D., Ph.D.
One afternoon, a brilliant medical investigator unveiled before an eager crowd of physicians a stunning series of experiments that would revolutionize how they understood the human body. Realizing that he was making medical history, the investigator repeatedly reminded his audience that he was the first to conceive of these earth-shaking ideas. Not content merely to declare his originality, the scientist went to great lengths to disparage those competitors who offered differing medical theories. Calling his intellectual rivals "lazy" and "ignorant," the scientist exclaimed that his work was "as superfluous to them as a tale told to an ass."
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