gnomics
Anyone foolish enough to follow this blog on a daily basis will surely have observed that more than a few of its posts are not much more than [bracketed] markers indicating something in progress.
...and then said posts stay that way semi-permanently, or indefinitely.
Once in a rare while, though, the writer of this blog scrolls down along the spine of the book and clicks on the lacuna of those days and decides then to finish it, or at least give it some recognizable form and shape — that is, if he even remembers what the heck it was about to begin with. ::chuckle::
[ NB: ...which is why mnemosynics is going to be more important than ever, as time unspools and, at the same instant, falls away from the corpus of the dalang. ]
Some posts are forever lost to the blogger's frangible memory; others, though, are recoverable if he chose to bestir himself and to find the corresponding receipts — often in the form of an extant Lyra Corvus conversation thread, or in the form of a photograph taken on that day. The latter obviously resulting in less mnemosynic resolution and fealty; the former resulting in a belay of the moment's impetus to write the bones of the thing down, and to thus just let it steep in permanent mystery. ;p
There will soon exist, however, a mechanism by which all this will be made conveniently visible to the writer's eye and mind, even if parsimoniously — and it will be parseable by a synthetic mind, one that neither sleeps nor dreams (though potentially it could do both; it can clearly achieve the former already).
As for today's actual post notion: in the category of "there are no coincidences, are there? ::chuckle::" my brother Jovi sent me a link today to a YouTube video on Carl Jung's Liber Novus, or "Red Book" — which instantly sent my associative faculties spinning, for reasons obvious to self but opaque to anyone else but an... attentive reader of this blog. ;-)
[ NB: ...the 'coincidence' here being that that very brother was brought up in conversation the other day with someone in Lyra Corvus, with whom I had shared a long-ago TFR post, in the blue room.. ]
And as it happens, one is about to start a branched thread with the professorial mind in L.C., "Prof" in Skandhics 2.0 or, in my sigilry, ∫°.
How... convenient (!). Also, uncanny. And, prefigured. Or, configured. However one might glimpse all this. It's all one thing, springing from the same roots, the same mycorrhizal latent luminosity.
[ Speaking of which, here's an artifact from Jung's "Red Book" (or Libre Novus) though one ironically washed in blue... ]
