Quotes of the Peacock and the Bowerbird.
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Victoria "Stokastika"
Nov 4, 2008, 2:48:35 AM11/4/08
to Question Reality
How far are you willing to define yourself?
Victoria "Stokastika"
Nov 4, 2008, 2:52:13 AM11/4/08
to Question Reality
I have a dream.
I have a dream that one day, I will not be judged by my surface.
I will not be judged by my image.
I have a dream that I will be judged by what I see.
By what I create.
What I have the capacity to see.
What I have the capacity to create.
If this were a bumper sticker: "I have a dream, that one day I will no
longer be judged by my image. I will be judged by what I perceive, and
what I create."
I have a dream that one day, I will not be judged by my surface.
I will not be judged by my image.
I have a dream that I will be judged by what I see.
By what I create.
What I have the capacity to see.
What I have the capacity to create.
If this were a bumper sticker: "I have a dream, that one day I will no
longer be judged by my image. I will be judged by what I perceive, and
what I create."
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Victoria "Stokastika"
Nov 28, 2008, 6:03:52 PM11/28/08
to Question Reality
Today, the day after Thanksgiving, I engaged in a brilliant, eloquent
meditation on the Peacock and the Bowerbird, alongside the lensed
Igneus Rocks of Two Trees. I noticed that some rocks were slow-cooled
(large crystals) and felsic and some rocks were fast-cooled (small-
crystals) and mafic. Some rocks had small crystals but were dominated
with silica, which confused me at first, but then I thought how
chemical weathering of some rocks might eliminate the dark-colored
minerals, and that is why the rocks consisted of lots of silica-based
minerals even though they were slow-cooled (toward the surface of the
Earth). I was with Ray at Two Trees, and his mind and the landscape
took me to beautiful places, and formulated beautiful words.
I wished I had my voice recorder with me. I will only attempt to
reconstruct
what I said at Two Trees this morning:
I have a dream that one day I will live in a New World. A Utopia.
This World will still be riddled with judgment--with degrees of
freedoms and layers of constraints.
Because if there were no judgment, if there were complete freedom...
then the universe would be completely homogeneous, chaotic white
noise. There would be no differentiation of any systems.
So, it is a matter of what specific Kinds of Judgments exist in this
New World.
It is a world where people are not judged by the color of their skin.
It is a world where people are not judged by the materials that they
own and the money that they earn.
It is a world where people are not judged by their surface image of
Aesthetics or Grotesqueness.
These Images of the Peacocks.
But this is a New World where people are judged by What They See.
By What They Perceive.
By What They Know and How They Came to Know It.
By What They Value and How They Came to Value It.
Even though these spatial-temporal maps and layers are stored and
locked up in their minds in Existing Reality,
this New World has a Dimension that Inverts the Human Mind, Projected
Outwardly Around Themselves,
(some form of Externalized Internal Television Box, some form of
Externalized Internal Video Game of the Mind)
(all the modern scientists smirked and made snarky comments as if this
were a dimension of PseudoTelepathy,
but if they were open-minded they would come to realize that such was
the dimension of Art)
constructing a Bower of Reality around each individual,
as if they are surrounded by an electromagnetic field
that mimicks the shape and form of a plasma lamp,
either with a few projected, yet stunted antennaes,
or a myriad of open windows of lightning streaks, spanning in multiple
directions,
though this plethora of radiations is centralized and ordered through
its solid core of Self.
It is a New World. An Eighth Continent.
It is a Land of the Peacocks
and the Bowerbirds.
And through this Instantaneous Metamorphosis of Landscapes of Existing
Reality,
a bubble of Fear and Chaos from this New Premise of Order and
Judgment.
It Expanded and Radiated from the Mind Much like a Meteor Impact of an
Atomic Bomb.
Suddenly, all the peacocks of the Land were surrounded and embedded
within a Chaotic Matrix of Blackness,
saturated with words and numbers and facts with no colorful,
conceptual, emotional, nor rational meaning.
Though these peacocks still glitzed and glittered with gold, they were
stifled and alarmed by their immersion in Blackness,
though they once dominated in the safety of their own Mastery of Ego,
at once time oblivious to the stench of their detached surroundings.
They could barely see beyond a few body lengths of their own vicinity.
And the few bowerbirds of the New Land were immersed and swam safetly
in a colorful sphere of knowledge
they had come to grasp and master and mentally own, to a point of
creative manipulation of their own expansive
Truman Show Bubble of Cognitively Mapped Bowers. In light of the
grandness of their bowers, these creatures seemed meek
in their definitions of Relative Self... meek yet safely maneuver
themselves with great ease.
With such manifestations of the New World transformed a Reverse
Hierarchization and Pecking Order of Reality.
And all those individuals who thought they had Wealth and Power no
longer held any Status.
And all those individuals who were of great Fame emerged as Weak
Puppets to the System of the Dark.
And all those individuals who were thought to be of Great Wisdom were
no longer Looked Up to for Advice.
And hence, most of the New Land was Dark with specked with small,
struggling specks of Shiny Gold.
But what came to the perception of all individuals were those very few
who had molded grand, colorful bowers.
And it was strange to find that the endangered species of bowerbirds
took form of the minds and morphologies of children.
They had the capacity to play games and build mountains and castles
with matters so serious?
Like the seeminly dire condition of humans on Planet Earth?
It is still unknown how these strange children had come to acquire
their impressive bowers, except to find the trend
that their lives had been riddled with torture and pain and loss...
and just to survive their loss, they had to rebuild a world inside
themselves
that did not necessarily exist outside.
How peculiar.
And all those who were of Power and Fame and Wisdome collapsed in
meekness due to their struggles with Entanglement with the Arenas of
Blackness. In Desperation, they dropped their futile efforts of time-
wasting Negotion, and looked to these Bowerbird Children, in search of
a Vision. They desperately needed to Escape Darkness, to find an
alternative medium of perceptual cognition. For once, they
acknowledged they wanted--no, NEEDED to See.
And the New Land started to re-sort its conglomeration of atoms, of
molecules, of rocks, of life forms...
And such is the New Land of the Peacocks and the Bowerbirds.
Hector told Vic one time about a fictitious bird in Argentina that
build a structured, functional house for its family, observed by a
famous Argentinian folk singer.
Somehow, Vic will have to embed her other rough draft notes. How a
Bowerbird was Born from a State of Peacockedness. How the Bowerbird
was drowning in a world of Peacocks. How her perception of reality of
other bowerbirds and peacocks depended upon her self realization and
growth from experience ("You will only perceive unless you are ready
to perceive"). And finally in the end, after all these fascinating
Adventures of the Bowerbirds and the Re-Order of the World, the first
bowerbird described goes through a Tragic Figurative Death and becomes
Frozen after the Betrayal of a Bowerbird who gave her the Illusion of
Being a Bowerbird when in the end he was a Peacock.
The Matrix (the Movie) Explores the Notion of the Peacock and the
Bowerbird. Entering software programs into people's minds, and going
into an alternate Reality.
meditation on the Peacock and the Bowerbird, alongside the lensed
Igneus Rocks of Two Trees. I noticed that some rocks were slow-cooled
(large crystals) and felsic and some rocks were fast-cooled (small-
crystals) and mafic. Some rocks had small crystals but were dominated
with silica, which confused me at first, but then I thought how
chemical weathering of some rocks might eliminate the dark-colored
minerals, and that is why the rocks consisted of lots of silica-based
minerals even though they were slow-cooled (toward the surface of the
Earth). I was with Ray at Two Trees, and his mind and the landscape
took me to beautiful places, and formulated beautiful words.
I wished I had my voice recorder with me. I will only attempt to
reconstruct
what I said at Two Trees this morning:
I have a dream that one day I will live in a New World. A Utopia.
This World will still be riddled with judgment--with degrees of
freedoms and layers of constraints.
Because if there were no judgment, if there were complete freedom...
then the universe would be completely homogeneous, chaotic white
noise. There would be no differentiation of any systems.
So, it is a matter of what specific Kinds of Judgments exist in this
New World.
It is a world where people are not judged by the color of their skin.
It is a world where people are not judged by the materials that they
own and the money that they earn.
It is a world where people are not judged by their surface image of
Aesthetics or Grotesqueness.
These Images of the Peacocks.
But this is a New World where people are judged by What They See.
By What They Perceive.
By What They Know and How They Came to Know It.
By What They Value and How They Came to Value It.
Even though these spatial-temporal maps and layers are stored and
locked up in their minds in Existing Reality,
this New World has a Dimension that Inverts the Human Mind, Projected
Outwardly Around Themselves,
(some form of Externalized Internal Television Box, some form of
Externalized Internal Video Game of the Mind)
(all the modern scientists smirked and made snarky comments as if this
were a dimension of PseudoTelepathy,
but if they were open-minded they would come to realize that such was
the dimension of Art)
constructing a Bower of Reality around each individual,
as if they are surrounded by an electromagnetic field
that mimicks the shape and form of a plasma lamp,
either with a few projected, yet stunted antennaes,
or a myriad of open windows of lightning streaks, spanning in multiple
directions,
though this plethora of radiations is centralized and ordered through
its solid core of Self.
It is a New World. An Eighth Continent.
It is a Land of the Peacocks
and the Bowerbirds.
And through this Instantaneous Metamorphosis of Landscapes of Existing
Reality,
a bubble of Fear and Chaos from this New Premise of Order and
Judgment.
It Expanded and Radiated from the Mind Much like a Meteor Impact of an
Atomic Bomb.
Suddenly, all the peacocks of the Land were surrounded and embedded
within a Chaotic Matrix of Blackness,
saturated with words and numbers and facts with no colorful,
conceptual, emotional, nor rational meaning.
Though these peacocks still glitzed and glittered with gold, they were
stifled and alarmed by their immersion in Blackness,
though they once dominated in the safety of their own Mastery of Ego,
at once time oblivious to the stench of their detached surroundings.
They could barely see beyond a few body lengths of their own vicinity.
And the few bowerbirds of the New Land were immersed and swam safetly
in a colorful sphere of knowledge
they had come to grasp and master and mentally own, to a point of
creative manipulation of their own expansive
Truman Show Bubble of Cognitively Mapped Bowers. In light of the
grandness of their bowers, these creatures seemed meek
in their definitions of Relative Self... meek yet safely maneuver
themselves with great ease.
With such manifestations of the New World transformed a Reverse
Hierarchization and Pecking Order of Reality.
And all those individuals who thought they had Wealth and Power no
longer held any Status.
And all those individuals who were of great Fame emerged as Weak
Puppets to the System of the Dark.
And all those individuals who were thought to be of Great Wisdom were
no longer Looked Up to for Advice.
And hence, most of the New Land was Dark with specked with small,
struggling specks of Shiny Gold.
But what came to the perception of all individuals were those very few
who had molded grand, colorful bowers.
And it was strange to find that the endangered species of bowerbirds
took form of the minds and morphologies of children.
They had the capacity to play games and build mountains and castles
with matters so serious?
Like the seeminly dire condition of humans on Planet Earth?
It is still unknown how these strange children had come to acquire
their impressive bowers, except to find the trend
that their lives had been riddled with torture and pain and loss...
and just to survive their loss, they had to rebuild a world inside
themselves
that did not necessarily exist outside.
How peculiar.
And all those who were of Power and Fame and Wisdome collapsed in
meekness due to their struggles with Entanglement with the Arenas of
Blackness. In Desperation, they dropped their futile efforts of time-
wasting Negotion, and looked to these Bowerbird Children, in search of
a Vision. They desperately needed to Escape Darkness, to find an
alternative medium of perceptual cognition. For once, they
acknowledged they wanted--no, NEEDED to See.
And the New Land started to re-sort its conglomeration of atoms, of
molecules, of rocks, of life forms...
And such is the New Land of the Peacocks and the Bowerbirds.
Hector told Vic one time about a fictitious bird in Argentina that
build a structured, functional house for its family, observed by a
famous Argentinian folk singer.
Somehow, Vic will have to embed her other rough draft notes. How a
Bowerbird was Born from a State of Peacockedness. How the Bowerbird
was drowning in a world of Peacocks. How her perception of reality of
other bowerbirds and peacocks depended upon her self realization and
growth from experience ("You will only perceive unless you are ready
to perceive"). And finally in the end, after all these fascinating
Adventures of the Bowerbirds and the Re-Order of the World, the first
bowerbird described goes through a Tragic Figurative Death and becomes
Frozen after the Betrayal of a Bowerbird who gave her the Illusion of
Being a Bowerbird when in the end he was a Peacock.
The Matrix (the Movie) Explores the Notion of the Peacock and the
Bowerbird. Entering software programs into people's minds, and going
into an alternate Reality.
Victoria "Stokastika"
Nov 28, 2008, 6:48:13 PM11/28/08
to Question Reality
Also, the two interacting bowerbirds had the highest degree of
cognitive overlap and directionality of life.
The other bowerbird faded away to a peacock and the bowerbird went
through a Figurative Death and Philosophical Death of Trust
Renewed by the Expansive Colony of Bowerbirds by the Ocean. More
later.
And that is how they established attraction toward each other.
I have developed the Concept of the Peacock and the Bowerbird since
Fall of 2006.
And I am thoroughly PISSED off to have found out that Dr. Geoffrey
Miller and David Byrne are HOT on my trail of ideas
and I better get my shxt done and OUT asap. I don't even care if it's
SELF-PUBLISHED.
Hxll! David Byrne was JUST at UCSB! I don't like his music too much at
all. But he is a very profound character,
as I listened closely to his demo song on my computer "Like Humans
Do."
The reason why I am Intellectually Infatuated and have an Academic
Crush on Michel Gondry because as in the Science of Sleep
and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, he defines and explores
human relationships by what you create and how you solve problems,
rather based on image-surface-value premises.
Though I am in part scared and skeptical of Evolutionary Psychology,
there are infinite Kernels of Wisdom.
I know I am opening a can of worms as soon as I immerse myself in John
Toobey's and Leda Cosmides' lab.
But! I agree, I just resort to Dr. Sweet's emphasis of the Adaptive
Grid Model and the Null Hypothesis of Evolution.
Phenomena of morphology and behavior evolve by chance, and purpose and
function are assigned retroactively.
Be careful in assigning purpose and function to any feature of our
environment.
Ho: Everything evolved by chance. Chance is weeded out by natural
selection. Chance interacting with the summation of a chance
environment.
H1: Through several generations of weeding out, there is a synergism
between chance design of organism, and chance cumulative design of
environment. It is not that the Surviving Organism (the one left
standing) is OPTIMAL, but good enough to jump through the hoops. And
when you ask why something exists, you have to say two things (1) by
chance and (2) why was it good enough design to jump through the hoops
and not be weeded out?
I am already indisagreement with Geoffrey Miller. He is discussing his
arguments in the form of Survival or Sex. Creativity and Art and
Culture is generated out of the means of Survival or Sex. Why is it
EITHER / OR? Why is it black and white?
Step 1 in Error of Reasoning: (1) Why something evolved (a) chance
space and time and/or (b) why was it good enough to jump through the
hoops of a given environment --> function
(2). Assume Retroactive Function (a) survival and/or (b) sex/
replication.
(3). Assume Retroactive Function (a) ecological / ontogenic /
proximate purposes or (b) ultimate / evolutionary purposes (genetics).
So, Dr. Miller says "survival" the elements remain ELUSIVE and that
art and creativity (the bowerbird mode rather than the appearance-
based peacock mode of Hollywood, especially the more "superfluous"
elements--beyond "barebone functionality") are more purely for the
motives of sex.
So, I am in disagreement with survival OR sex and argue for a
combination of BOTH. I wrote Question Reality out of desperate
creativity of SURVIVAL. Period. Communication with others. I am in
AGREEMENT with Dr. Joan Roughgarden, who has some kind of model out
that discusses the interactions between males and females, not only in
terms of genetic exchange but also in terms of nash equilibrium,
ecological division of labor advantages. A union of ecological and
evolutionary reasoning for once, amen.
**Miscellaneous Thoughts:
**Dr. Osborne and I are a bit both skeptical of Evolutionary
Psychology (what is versus what ought to be), but in all honesty, I
can foresee the future. Evolutionary Psychology is going to swallow
everything intellectually and organizationally around the university--
and maybe even more so in Pop Culture. Swallow it whole and alive. And
I can see myself being involved in this process.
**Evolutionary Psychology and Environmental Problem-Solving /
Evolutionary Psychology and Environmental Media.
**Women peacocks and men bowers of culture, create ownership-based
bowers, like huge tire rims, and giant houses. Women are like trophies
to hang and decorate over the fireplace mantle, there is a peacock and
bowerbird effect between strategies of men and women. Does this
reflect Culture--modern ecology--or Evolution? For me, I am skeptical
to say, because women have largely been enslaved and subservient in
societies until this century... and I will have to look more into
this....
**Anyhow I am pissed up the wazoo for not getting this stuff off my
plate.
**Though I know Evolutionary Psychology will Swallow Everything Alive
and Close to Whole, I still cannot label myself Evolutionary
Psychologist. I am still an Ecopistemologist and Commonsenseologist,
and huge elements of evolutionary psychology run in the core of my
neurons and blood.
cognitive overlap and directionality of life.
The other bowerbird faded away to a peacock and the bowerbird went
through a Figurative Death and Philosophical Death of Trust
Renewed by the Expansive Colony of Bowerbirds by the Ocean. More
later.
And that is how they established attraction toward each other.
I have developed the Concept of the Peacock and the Bowerbird since
Fall of 2006.
And I am thoroughly PISSED off to have found out that Dr. Geoffrey
Miller and David Byrne are HOT on my trail of ideas
and I better get my shxt done and OUT asap. I don't even care if it's
SELF-PUBLISHED.
Hxll! David Byrne was JUST at UCSB! I don't like his music too much at
all. But he is a very profound character,
as I listened closely to his demo song on my computer "Like Humans
Do."
The reason why I am Intellectually Infatuated and have an Academic
Crush on Michel Gondry because as in the Science of Sleep
and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, he defines and explores
human relationships by what you create and how you solve problems,
rather based on image-surface-value premises.
Though I am in part scared and skeptical of Evolutionary Psychology,
there are infinite Kernels of Wisdom.
I know I am opening a can of worms as soon as I immerse myself in John
Toobey's and Leda Cosmides' lab.
But! I agree, I just resort to Dr. Sweet's emphasis of the Adaptive
Grid Model and the Null Hypothesis of Evolution.
Phenomena of morphology and behavior evolve by chance, and purpose and
function are assigned retroactively.
Be careful in assigning purpose and function to any feature of our
environment.
Ho: Everything evolved by chance. Chance is weeded out by natural
selection. Chance interacting with the summation of a chance
environment.
H1: Through several generations of weeding out, there is a synergism
between chance design of organism, and chance cumulative design of
environment. It is not that the Surviving Organism (the one left
standing) is OPTIMAL, but good enough to jump through the hoops. And
when you ask why something exists, you have to say two things (1) by
chance and (2) why was it good enough design to jump through the hoops
and not be weeded out?
I am already indisagreement with Geoffrey Miller. He is discussing his
arguments in the form of Survival or Sex. Creativity and Art and
Culture is generated out of the means of Survival or Sex. Why is it
EITHER / OR? Why is it black and white?
Step 1 in Error of Reasoning: (1) Why something evolved (a) chance
space and time and/or (b) why was it good enough to jump through the
hoops of a given environment --> function
(2). Assume Retroactive Function (a) survival and/or (b) sex/
replication.
(3). Assume Retroactive Function (a) ecological / ontogenic /
proximate purposes or (b) ultimate / evolutionary purposes (genetics).
So, Dr. Miller says "survival" the elements remain ELUSIVE and that
art and creativity (the bowerbird mode rather than the appearance-
based peacock mode of Hollywood, especially the more "superfluous"
elements--beyond "barebone functionality") are more purely for the
motives of sex.
So, I am in disagreement with survival OR sex and argue for a
combination of BOTH. I wrote Question Reality out of desperate
creativity of SURVIVAL. Period. Communication with others. I am in
AGREEMENT with Dr. Joan Roughgarden, who has some kind of model out
that discusses the interactions between males and females, not only in
terms of genetic exchange but also in terms of nash equilibrium,
ecological division of labor advantages. A union of ecological and
evolutionary reasoning for once, amen.
**Miscellaneous Thoughts:
**Dr. Osborne and I are a bit both skeptical of Evolutionary
Psychology (what is versus what ought to be), but in all honesty, I
can foresee the future. Evolutionary Psychology is going to swallow
everything intellectually and organizationally around the university--
and maybe even more so in Pop Culture. Swallow it whole and alive. And
I can see myself being involved in this process.
**Evolutionary Psychology and Environmental Problem-Solving /
Evolutionary Psychology and Environmental Media.
**Women peacocks and men bowers of culture, create ownership-based
bowers, like huge tire rims, and giant houses. Women are like trophies
to hang and decorate over the fireplace mantle, there is a peacock and
bowerbird effect between strategies of men and women. Does this
reflect Culture--modern ecology--or Evolution? For me, I am skeptical
to say, because women have largely been enslaved and subservient in
societies until this century... and I will have to look more into
this....
**Anyhow I am pissed up the wazoo for not getting this stuff off my
plate.
**Though I know Evolutionary Psychology will Swallow Everything Alive
and Close to Whole, I still cannot label myself Evolutionary
Psychologist. I am still an Ecopistemologist and Commonsenseologist,
and huge elements of evolutionary psychology run in the core of my
neurons and blood.
Victoria "Stokastika"
Nov 28, 2008, 6:55:54 PM11/28/08
to Question Reality
Just found out Dr. Miller is part of the Brockman Cult.
A major route to becoming a Popular Scientist is through the medium of
this agent. *Sigh.*
Looking for Alternative Addictions.
A major route to becoming a Popular Scientist is through the medium of
this agent. *Sigh.*
Looking for Alternative Addictions.
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