Actually, the great Dune film did get made. Its name is Star Wars. In early drafts, this story of a desert planet, an evil emperor, and a boy with a galactic destiny also included warring noble houses and a princess guarding a shipment of something called “aura spice”. All manner of borrowings from Dune litter the Star Wars universe, from the Bene Gesserit-like mental powers of the Jedi to the mining and “moisture farming” on Tattooine. Herbert knew he’d been ripped off, and thought he saw the ideas of other SF writers in Lucas’s money-spinning franchise. He and a number of colleagues formed a joke organisation called the We’re Too Big to Sue George Lucas Society.
You don’t have to finish something to get it off your mind. What you do need to do is:
(1) clarify what the final successful outcome is,
(2) decide the very next action required to move toward that outcome, and
(3) put reminders of the outcome and next action in a system you trust.
Until you do those things, your mind still has that job of deciding and remembering and reminding. “In a system you trust” is important–if you know you won’t look at your reminders when you could actually use them, your head will still keep that job.
So what the heck, let us speculate: what will the emergent effects of the existence of dannies be? How much “space” will be available to the consciousness(es)? And by “space” we really mean “bandwidth.” What is the bandwidth of consciousness? And how do you define–and secure–telepathic protocols?
In humans, consciousness falters and fades away if the round-trip signal lag between neurons exceeds 400 milliseconds. For reference, light can travel all the way around the planet in 133 milliseconds, and Google considers a server “slow” if its response time exceeds 200 milliseconds. Even on today’s Internet, 400 ms is not a particularly high bar. Just saying.
The Thinking Center in its right functioning brings openness and the quality of “allowing.” Basically, the mind becomes quiet and allows whatever impressions are occurring to take place. When the mind becomes quiet, we do not to try to fend off the impressions of the moment by filling up our awareness with inner chatter or imaginary pictures. Whatever is here is here, and we feel secure and supported within that context.
The Feeling Center “tastes” experience, enabling us to be fully engaged with the experience. It is in the heart Center that the quality of the moment is experienced. We connect with our experiences through whatever degree of openness and sensitivity we are able to allow in our hearts. If our heart is not included, we are not touched by the quality of the experiences that we are having. The Feeling Center is also the part of us that loves the truth. By including the heart, we love the truth of whatever is happening and will not be satisfied with less.
The function of the Instinctive Center is to ground presence. Without Presence, we might allow our impressions with an open mind and experience them deeply through our hearts, but we will become identified with them. We will become lost in them. By remaining grounded in our bodies, we are conscious of the fact that there is a being who is having the experience. Then we are fully here, occupying the moment and feeling our aliveness; we welcome our experience and fully participate in it. At the same time our minds are open, spacious, and receptive to the perceptions that are taking place, inner or outer.
In this essay, I want to offer a competing narrative to the popular but woefully misnamed “sharing economy”… I’m going to call it a Servitude Bubble. For the simple reason that it is largely based on creating armies of servants. You can call them whatever buzzwords you like — “tech-enabled always-on super-hustling freelance personal brand capitalists”. But the truth is simpler. The stuff of the Servitude Bubble makes a small number of people something like neofeudal masters, lords with a corncucopia of on-demand just-in-time luxury services at their fingertips. But only by making a very large number of people glorified neo-servants…butlers, maids, chauffeurs, waiters, etcetera.
Game of Thrones is precisely the sort of adolescent mock-up of real drama that American audiences can tolerate. Gosh, it’s sort of just like Shakespeare, except I can understand it and there are more breasts.
It’s extraordinary how certain and passionate everyone is about their nutritional beliefs—mainstream or alternative—despite the lack of any basis for them. Religion and politics are the only other domains that commonly inspire such delusional commitment.
Every human culture gives elaborate meanings to food—to hunting, gathering, growing, harvesting, processing, cooking, sharing, and eating it. Every culture has elaborate ideologies of what you should and should not do with food—most of which seem insane to anyone from a different culture.
This is my attic blog. It's an archive of old blog entries and posts on various blogs and blog-like things. When I close a project down, it goes here. This may move, the links aren't permanent, but if you're interested in reading stuff I've written over the years – go nuts!
CAUTION: it's about as well sorted as you'd expect an attic to be.