To be creative, you have to think differently, we have a tendency to be labelled strange, crazy, and even insane.
The Disordered Mind by Erik R. Kandel.

To be creative, you have to think differently, we have a tendency to be labelled strange, crazy, and even insane.
The Disordered Mind by Erik R. Kandel.
For those of us who catch the bug early, science fiction plays a pivotal role in who we become as grown-up citizens. It is a teacher and a moral compass. It shapes lifelong pursuits.
-M Saadia
Systems, however complex, gradually become easier to understand the more questions you ask of them. All the secrets are there waiting to be uncovered.
Last week, in preparation for the Six Nations match of England v Wales, the BBC put out a video of Elijah Wood reading To Others Than You by Dylan Thomas. I believe it is only available from the UK, but you can still try.
This is the title of the 1967 poem by Richard Brautigan and of course that is the name of the great three-part documentary by Adam Curtis. If you haven’t watched it, please do yourself a favour and take a look.
I’d like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
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El señor feudal era un hombre alto, delgado y anguloso, de modales refinados. Los recién casados lo miraron azorados, con un pavor no exento de respeto.
“Vengo a reclamar mis derechos – dijo el señor suavemente -. La primera noche me pertenece”. Los aldeanos no se atrevieron a replicar. El blanco caballo sin jinetes que se encontraba junto al barón piafó. El soldado que lo sujetaba de las riendas le acarició el percuezo para calmarlo.
El señor feudal sonrió. “Vas a venir conmigo al castillo, pichoncito – dijo -: verás que te va a gustar”. Acto seguido obligó a su corcel a dar la media vuelta y se alejó en dirección al fuerte señorial, no sin antes haber hecho una seña a sus guadias.
Los soldados sujetaron al novio y lo montaron en el caballo blanco. La novia se quedó llorando en la aldea.
Manuel R. Campos Castro