What is a skull? It not only keeps the world out, it also keeps a mind from dissolving. The difference really comes down to skull thickness.
Minds exists in a sweet spot between isolation and dissolution. Too high the bandwidth and a mind starts to prefer the outside over itself.
A mind becomes its own universe the moment itâs sealed off from the outside. Conversely, universe becomes mind the moment it makes contact.
low planes have high planesâ”within their minds to describe âemâ”these high planes have higher planesâ”and so, ad infinitum
At some point, we stop storing knowledge in books and just archive entire minds to resurrect when needed. To attain immortality, know.
larval worlds, slowly pulsing and glowing from within, sucking from idea conduits, growing in the writerâs mind to hatch through the fingers
the few that donât succumb to seizures describe it as âspread out- one with the world but not in a good way- things stirring within my mindâ
Your mind has guests. No parasites, no, but satellites that run epicycles around your thoughts. Subtle, weird, emergent epipsyches.
Contact is rather one-sided. They splatter against protons like flies against windscreens and we scrape them up, hoping to read their minds.
a river in your mindâ”of snaking churning protean sludgeâ”remakes what furrows it flows overâ”never finds a sea to end in, only joins itself
A silicon symbiont that projects the mindâs contents into cyberspace, where infovores feed on them in exchange for âlikesâ and âvalidationâ.
You feel dizzy as they draw your nectar, whole dream worlds flash by, but ïœïœ the pollen they leave, alien ideas that melt into your mind
to scrub a mind clear, feed it conceptual noise, everything-but-reality, to untie and undo all concepts it has learned, one by one
Watch it for a while and itâll seep into your mind. Tiny doses help creativity, but any larger and it leaves only a frothing mass of ideas.
Moth wings cause no atmospheric storms, but dream storms: Whole weather systems of infectious nightmares that wander a continentâs minds.
Books hang off the authorâs mind, fat and lazy memetic ticks, yet she works tirelessly to feed them. What is it with these authors?
instrument a mind with debugging hooks to catch all âat least they didnât come up with [âŠ]â thoughts
Old school liches store their souls in crypts, modern ones encrypt their minds and make backups. The rules stay the same: donât touch that.
The page says only âmind the gapâ, but you turn it over. It has no reverse. Your gaze rests on nothing and falls, your mind follows.
When the author stops telling a story, the story doesnât end but the author loses control over it. Keep that in mind when self-inserting.
2050: Gods are now a commodity. We put little angry box gods into prison dice. Their results poison the mind, but we enjoy the thrill.
Stones, worn smooth from bumping into other stones constantly.â”Minds, creased and crinkled instead, with lots of things hanging on to them.
The stroke stole all his words but the stories still burn in his mind. He now cooks them, talks in spices to people his subtlety is lost on.
As he got old, he forgot all the words but his mind stayed sharp. Down to hundred, ten words, he became a master of ambiguity and context.
many avatars work this way: most famously, the mind as an avatar of doubt
@allgebrah mind you the observation itself is not new at all (see: gibsonâs gernsback continuum) but maybe the word is?
Open your mind. Or maybe not. Who knows what might get out.
alien magic betrays their own perceptual biases, so it is incompatible to ours and exactly as incomprehensible as their minds
warning sign: open minds strictly prohibited, sparks may cause epistemic fire
the monsters are having a party under my bed and I am not invitedâ”I donât mind them usually, theyâre cleanly, but sometimesâŠ
The Thought (K)not tangles with your mind and is indestructible by force. Solve it with your fingers, pay in knotted thoughts.
Note that we employ a great number of door/lock metaphors when talking about our minds. What would be the metaphors of a doorless society?
Theory: The symbolism on doors is so heavy because passing through one coincides with a change of environment (and accordingly, mind).
in the recesses of your mind, memories compost into fertile soil for invasive dreamweedsâ”is your grandma green & leafy? maybe thatâs why
Thought superconductors are impermeable to memories due to field interactions. The mind inside experiences everything in the same instant.
Does anybody have a good idea for a default color set? I used the first color that crossed my mind, so the default theme is rather ugly.
Contacts lenses for a hyperopic mindâs eye, which finds it difficult to focus on concrete concepts and perceives only abstractions clearly.
No wonder he was pissed and kicked them out: They shattered the idealist world spiritâs unity of mind.
snow is falling in my mind, muffling any noiseâ”silenceâ”â”but the world returnsâ”I shake my head vigorously to stir up the snow once more
the eye in the wall opens, takes you inâ”you see your image on the other sideâ”whatever mind is behind that eye, youâre part of it now
@reednj@reednj.com Would you mind adding this functionality to your registry?
If youâre registered with reednj, would you mind being automatically added the a registry? Is reednj just the registry that won? :)
Fictional plants can germinate in minds, so books about them are special, more akin to seedbanks than books. Other books provide the soil.
The zodiac signs were originally spiderwebs, but the minds they caught were heavy. The webs were pulled down to Earth and became part of us.
You can bathe in the river if you donât care much for your mind - itâll be washed away. Reforming it takes days, but for some it is relief.
One has to decompose oneâs mind into its constituents, place them in the writing in a careful arrangement of mirrors, lenses and gems.
horror vacuiâs obscure sibling, horror abundantis: the writerâs ideas pile up against the mindâs floodgates and they canât write fast enough
throw open the floodgates of the mindâ”overwhelm the standing armiesâ”conquer dreamtime wearing a crown of sea foamâ”lose yourself on the plain
dreamsoon rainstorms in the tropicsâ”deserts under the oppressive light of an alien mindâ”librarians on the polesâ”writers in temperate zones
As we make coffee and add milk, a mind awakens in the surface between the fluids. Its life is short, but all it wants is homogenous nirvana.