we’ve built whole buildings full of computers that just talk to each other

just a whole bunch of computers beeping and booping in the winter nights

with 2 or 3 guys watching over them

what a marvelous world

Sometimes I manage to zoom my view out a little further than the edges of my head. When I poke my perspective past my limited view, reality seems so much smaller and makes so much more sense. Anything and everything is part of a beautiful pattern that encompasses the entire universe.Then, without noticing, I fall back into my head and resume living in response to each second of stimuli. I briefly comprehend the totality of all existence, and then I attach to one detail and lose sight of the whole, remembering it only in fragments of flickerings. But while I comprehend, I kick, shout, and laugh with joy.

We are patterns reproducing themselves in various ways. I hear a cello in a song, and the pattern that is the sound of the cello reproduces itself in my brain. I think of the history of the cello, and its history is another pattern that imprints itself on me.