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14w
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What stays?
Not the ashes
Nor the skin
It all fades
Into something
More passionate
We live a gleaming dream
Confiscating emotions
One or two
We snitch dreams
Here or there
It withers too
Into something more
Perpetual
A little more perpetual
Infinities are infinite
So the possibilities too
We live amid one of those
Now and then again
Love claimed to be
Ceaseless
So did betrayal
For what I've tasted
I'll choose betrayal
For everything perishes
And so do we
The soul dissipates
into the ashes or
Otherwise, you see
At the end, we all
are ashes
Ashes building
And destroying
Ashes deceiving
And finally clinching
Onto this soil
So roar now
Or maybe roar later
For nothing stays
So make it better
Teena
#writersnetwork #readwriteunite'Roar'
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Your authenticity is something you must own whole heartedly.
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coldplaydreams
14w
Read MoreThe morning of Oct 15th was a bit cloudy , a bit unusual compared to the past few days of that autumn as I clearly remember , yet the flowers were in full bloom and the vroom vroom of Baba's scooter chased away my dear sleep . I was two months and twenty five days short of eleven and that was not what ringed in my mind then , it was only the last night's talk with P and the smile over the call that made me smile once more . Once more the feeling of being by her side gathered as goosebumps quietly over my arms and neck . I knew that school had to be over after eight more hours and all the rubberbands and paper bits stuffed inside my pocket would be finished by then drawing some more smiles , some more frowns and surely some more unnamed emotions . I had my bag packed though the feeling of liberty had already crept in as one of my assignments for the last day before the festive vacation . Soon , Ma came hurrying with all her love stuffed inside Rio . Nah , what you're guessing is wrong even you know , cause Rio isn't a place full of people that hosted earth summit or the summer Olympics . Rio , my tiffin box , inside which it was nothing more than a meal for many , but to me it was nothing less than maidenly heaven .
I touched Ma's feet and ran down the stairs surveying the bored insects over the walls and sprang behind Baba . With the gear picking up with a jolt , the scooter flew like the chariot of Lord Krishna . Baba asked me " What's there in schedule today ?" . And I was busy in mindless indulgence of sightseeing . Now with a raised bass that resonated with the blowing winds , Baba said " Don't lose any of your books or copies today ". I knew this and I knew everything lined up as the verbal script of Baba . I told him not to race today as I wanted to enjoy what was going around to the fullest else Baba and I would race down the streetways before we reached school . Needless to say , Baba raced at over fifty and curls dressed up my forehead . My heart started beating faster . Baba washed my sleepy face with a splash of water from the Milton and I waved him a bye before entering the gateway like a lionheart , often a sneaky mouse in front of P . Umm , what'd you expect ? I was a child unaware of the maze life would gift me after years . I kept imagining my cheeks grazing against hers and her arms around mine . I had all the time in the world to think of her , to blush with the verses that Madam Sophia read out loudly in a class of paroxysms .
It was break and it was a number of things more . It was the time to grab food off the quanta of heaven scattered over patchy wooden benches . The blackboard grew old each year , much like me , much like the lady wearing a well made fedora (ofcourse P in my imagination) , much like the fresh paints over the bamboo canes of the pandals that tend to fade over the seven days of puja , much like the sailing boat that bears all storms , much like the wrinkled skin of the town that was trying its best to look anew . A couple more hours before I met her at the rickshaw stand , pushed her by her nose and gave her the tightest hug . I looked outside the window and saw my everyday chum , the sparrow that came to greet me between classes which could seldom have my tough attention !
The bell rang thrice and everyone of us just threw ourselves out of our places like popping popcorns and shaked our bodies , hands and emotions to rush outside in a deformed queue . I felt the zephyr , brewing out odour of a pretty image of kashful (kans grass) and I waved a farewell to my friends to find out P and insignificant others near Ratan Kaka's (Uncle's) rickshaw .
P was talking to G about how she would spend her vacation . I would've kissed her everywhere I could get my lips on (I was a child okay ? Dirty minds of ya'll huh) but I didn't . Mr. Bald took his son as it was his holiday and I was more happy , just because the weight on the rickshaw crashed down much like the stock charts of my present company . There were a great many places and objects in my head and amidst all of it I and P were the only constants . My current girlfriends would just have pillowfights with I don't know whom after reading this , haha .
This was all thirteen years from now .
Often I see the stupid HoD talking bullshit , these days . And there's an incredible amount of information piling up like the municipality garbage . I ponder how things would turn out to be a few years down the freaky timeline . It's not about bucks , it's not about all that I have but it's about what of I have would I lose ? This threats me now and then . Last Friday it was P's birthday . I don't know if she remembers anything about us . It's been thirteen years since . Life's not the same . Even a minute I miss , I lose the time to mark the last LRDI set out . Even though I live in the eleventh floor , I miss the flawless skies of childhood .
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To all the kids out there , here's a warning board that says
" Find out what's hidden right now . Cause all you got is NOW "
I bet , life won't be the same as it is now . Never ever . Believe me or try me out . It's your choice .A C R A C K I N T H E S K Y
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kriits
17w
Read MoreI went to a museum of memories,
where I got to see many lives' summaries.
Some memories were full of grief,
rather some had merriment in brief.
Though some events were unfortunately blurred,
perhaps their feelings could be clearly heard .
Roaming around in the attic ,
where some un-uttered words were buried,
as incomplete emotions, thoughts and feelings flourished.
When thousands of thoughts were pouring like rain,
then I got to know that- that museum was situated in my brain.
Kriits
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@mirakee #wn #writersnetwork #mirakee @writersnetwork.
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Wallflowers
We are two different tales ,
Having Nexus of feelings,
Finding solace in other's memories,
Having diverged routes but same destination,
Floating in the sea of disconsolate waves ,
Fuelling our presence in deep void of perseverance,
We are the drowned foreseen sailors
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wine_mirrors
30w
She's like the forest breeze
Carrying a lingering scent
Of everything she leaves behind
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wine_mirrors
21w
Her eyes hide dead volcanoes,
Ones that spill melted stones and
Crystalline fire along the corners of her lashes;
Ones that paint cracks and faultlines on the
Naked surface of her heart
When they erupt
wine_mirrors -
Not a poet;
Rather a child,
Reciting nursery rhymes
For her scars that twinkled
Amidst the darkness in her eyes
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barefoot
17w
Read MoreThings I didn't know I loved :::::::
1. The way my friend gently intertwined her fingers through mine whenever I was lost in thoughts , coaxing me back to where we were right then.
I didn't know I loved this till the day she moved to another time zone.
2. The color of a scar right before it heals. Dark brown like the earth to which my body owes its life.
I didn't know I loved this till the day an invisible scar was dealt to me and I never could find a sign to know when it would heal.
3. The voice of a river brewing with passion and intensity eager to flow and flow and flow like the currents of life herself.
I didn't know I loved this till my heart had to remain like a puddle in one place , wanting , aching , dying almost to flow into anything but itself.
4. The texture of a worn out poetry book from high school scribbled with the interpretations the teacher had alluded to in a clear vociferous tone.
I didn't know I loved this till the day I had to craft a poem out of time and all I had as a reference was my blank heart.
5. The hours spent playing loudly , ruggedly , joyously with no intention of either winning or going back home.
I didn't know I loved this till the day the game of life became one with well specified rules to attain just one goal and yet all my mind sought for was home.
6. The day I fell asleep on a friend's shoulder unaware that she might be uncomfortable or that my weight would be a burden on her body.
I didn't know I loved this till the day she fell asleep on my shoulder and all I could feel was a calm love for the moment when our burdens became one and hence null.
7. A crowded market with the swarm of people brushing past me reminding me of a flood of heartbeats beating in an orchestra each merging into the other
I didn't know I loved this till the day solitude showed me that the true purpose of a heartbeat was after all in resonating with another.
8. The path leading to my grandparents home.
I didn't know I loved this till the day I had to walk on it knowing that the same home it led to didn't have my grandpa within it anymore.
9. The sky right before it rains.
I didn't know I loved this till the day I wanted to shed all the clustered grief within me onto the ground of the world.
10. Finally , the child within me who hears all the cacophony of the world yet remains singing her own tiny tune out of hope.
I didn't know I loved this till the day the only thing I could return to for solace was this song within me.
p.s : if you guys have things you didn't know you loved please do write about it cause I would love to read. Tag it with #thingsididntknowiloved
@writersnetwork @mirakee
@sangfroid_soul©barefoot
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branthan
18w
Read MoreHydrogen, given enough time can become conscious
"We can't define consciousness because consciousness does not exist. Humans fancy that there's something special about the way we perceive the world, and yet we live in loops as tight and as closed as the hosts do, seldom questioning our choices, content, for the most part, to be told what to do next"
- Westworld
The last time I was here, we were talking about the meaning/purpose of life. The purpose of life is to fuck, it is quite evident since the population is exploding, maybe we are finally getting good at it. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, I know you clearly do, we all do. We are bounded by evolution and the important aspect of evolution is to pass down your genome to the next generation. Everything that you feel and experience is a way to keep you alive so that you can fulfill this simple role.
Sometimes I feel it strange how people look for a divine purpose as if this simple existence isn't enough. As if there is something more to us than this mundane existence, everything that you do or feel is part of a much bigger plan, maybe part of a much complex physical process, but we can think of existence as the default, as the minimum number of bits that you need to encode it.
We define consciousness in a vague way as "This exact moment of existence and the way that you experience the world that you're embedded with". I find this definition problematic since a lot of what you feel and experience can be explained with simple science. A lot of what you feel is hardcoded into your genome and is associated with some chemical reactions happening inside your brain.
You find someone, who talks about stars at 3 in the morning, about the beginning to the inevitable entropic death of the universe. One day when she talks about Laniakea and you suddenly realize that you're in love. Of all the people that you ended up talking to, this one felt different, as if something suddenly clicks in your brain and everything finally falls into the right place, it makes sense and doesn't make sense at the same time. A newfound meaning to life and everything around it. She writes the best lines, the right words that carry a certain kinda sadness that makes you feel alive.
But, when you really think about it, "falling in love" is your brain releasing the right amount of oxytocin when it thinks that you find the right mate. Why it thinks that way depends a lot on your genome, vertical inheritance, and horizontal inheritance to be precise. Even when people say that everything and everyone is beautiful, they always find certain things more beautiful and desirable, the symmetry in nature and there is a clear difference between the beauty and ugliness that the world holds and how you perceive it.
The feelings and the experiences that are associated with the physical reality that we perceive can be explained with science, evolution, neuroscience, psychology, and ultimately physics. In a way, we can say that we exist in a story that the brain tells itself.
So, the experience of the world that we are embedded in is not a secret direct to physical reality. Physical reality is a view at quantum graph that we can never experience or get access to but it has this properties that it can create certain patterns at our systemic interface to the world and we make sense of this patterns and the relationship between this patterns that we discover is what we call the physical universe. Some point in our development is a nervous system, we discover that everything that we relate to and in the world can be mapped to a region in the same three-dimensional space by large. But now we know that in physics, this is not quite true because it's not quite 3D, but the world we are entangled with is a 3D space.
In simpler terms, you live in a narrative simulated by your brain, it takes a lot of input of this physical world and creates a much abstract version of it so that you can interact with.
It was about seven years back when I started reading Penrose, at that time, a lot of what he wrote never really made much sense. (Dumbing down the whole idea into a few lines here) In The Emperor's New Mind, he talks about why is it impossible to create a strong AI. One of the biggest arguments that he makes is the case of consciousness. Consciousness is not a simple property of a system that we can compute, so even when the computational power gets exponentially better that does not mean that we can compute consciousness. So, without consciousness, we cannot create a strong AI, Artificial General Intelligence. And this is where I disagree with Penrose. We can talk about the AGI some other day, and just concentrate on consciousness.
So the question is how much of this is true. A lot of arguments people make when they say consciousness is not computable comes from the superiority that they feel about being human. Hate to break it to you, most of us are dumb and the advancement of the human race can be traced back to a very small percentage of smart sensible people throughout history.
The existence is meaningless on a global scale, but that doesn't mean that it is meaningless at the local level. You are not interacting with the entire universe at large, but only to a tiny little part of it, where you get to experience life, and make whatever meaning that you want out of it. That's so hauntingly and terrifyingly beautiful, isn't it?
The hard problem of consciousness is that "Why does the feeling which accompanies awareness of sensory information exists at all?" With the current physics, it is pretty easy to explain the easy part of consciousness, how we walk, talk, see, feel, and much more. But the hard problem of consciousness is still hard to explain with the current physics. So the idea of computable consciousness depends on what type of consciousness we are talking about. If the consciousness that you're talking about is the way that you feel, then I'd say it can be explained.
There are many more ideas that explain consciousness. People are trying to understand ideas like Panpsychism where every material, however small, has an element of consciousness, and they collectively create much more complex consciousness systems. So if we can create any system that can simulate the cognitive processes then consciousness will already be associated with that system.
Another way to look at this is, taking consciousness as a fundamental property associated with every physical system. We are used to the idea that somethings in the world are fundamental. They are the building blocks necessary to sustain certain property of the physical system. Space, time, mass, charge, etc are the fundamental properties of a system, so we don't reduce them to something simpler. We take them and make laws that connect them in such a way that we can explain the entire properties of the system without meeting contradictions. Whenever we have laws that do not explain these fundamental properties, we look for better ones to explain the nature of the system. For example, Maxwell derived laws of electromagnetism by taking charge as a fundamental property.
When we look at things from the physics point of view, everything in this universe is nothing but atoms or simple fundamental particles arranged in different ways. One arrangement of these particles resulted in me, and another arrangement ended up making Henry Cavill, so there is a clear difference in the way things combine and arrange and this different arrangement gives you different properties, one a majestic human being and one just a Henry Cavill.
When particles combine to create new things, new emergent properties will start to form, which are more complex than the properties of individual particles. When we apply that same logic to consciousness, it is simply the rearrangement of particles, isn't it? We can take it a bit more precise by including information processing. Information processing or computation is simply the rearrangement of particles, and we can think of consciousness as the emergent property of an information processing system. That is, when we arrange computation in a certain way, consciousness emerges from that physical system. So consciousness is the way information feels when processed in a certain way, and if that's the case then we can say that the consciousness is substrate independent because it's the way the information gets processed that matters and not the structure of the matter doing information processing.
And how we should arrange these systems, or create clever algorithms and experiments is still a big question. Christof Koch is one of the people that revolutionized about how we understand consciousness, from his experiments and 1990 paper called “neural correlates of consciousness” (NCCs). Since Artificial Intelligence is getting more popular and mainstream, the question of consciousness is a something that everyone is asking right now or will be asking in a few years.
Whether intelligent entities have subjective experience or not or whether this subjective experience is necessary to create AGI is a really hard and complicated discussion. But at the same time, it’s hard not to care about consciousness. As Yuval Noah Harari puts it in his book Homo Deus “If any scientist wants to argue that subjective experiences are irrelevant, their challenge is to explain why torture or rape are wrong without reference to any subjective experience.” Without such reference, it’s all just a bunch of elementary particles moving around according to the laws of physics—and what’s wrong with that?
#universehydrogenandpeople.
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arborvitae
31w
Read MoreI miss you more than I remember you. They say nothing lasts forever, I am writing you in the voice of an endangered species while you are unicorn stomping on my graveyard.
They say nothing lasts forever but I am scared that it always last longer than I can love it. To be or not to be. That is the question. A question, yes, but not a choice. Sometimes you erased me before I was given a choice of stating who I am so as a rule, I miss you.
It's that as long as the world did not see us, its rules did not apply. But I was wrong. The rules, they were already inside us. It's as if a bullet without a body is a song without ears.
What a terrible life, I think now, to have to move so fast just to stay in one place, let me begin again because love, at its best, repeats itself. Shouldn't it or else let me tie my shadow to your feet and call it a friendship.
When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind? Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that I've been ruined.
What if the body, at its best, is only a longing for body? In the dark, our facts lit us up and our acts pinned us down. When under the stars, we see at last what we’ve made of each other in the light of long-dead things—and called it good.
Too much joy, I swear, was lost in our desperation to keep us,somedays our love was writing names on a leash and call you necessary, call you urgent.
~S.
