Industrialization and unboundedness

A beginning point perhaps feasible, searching for a needle(optimal solution) in an unbounded haystack. No set optimal solution.  Endless larger solutions.

To take off the edge whilst you find it:



Realization of the futility of interference.  When the realization that most things may not have a parallel abstraction.  It is a directionless point to point. At that momentary hour, you discern just how little ascendancy is within our grasp, in our lives.  Momentary cataclysm …

Industrialization of the soul.  It is a pursuit to bridle direction of the inanimate something.  Objects of which we beget; a result of the smokestack of the soul.  It is an exertion to graze upon a part of us by creating another entity.  Only, the more entities we bring to pass, the more artifice that hems us in.

We have entered an age in which the industrialization of the soul is starting to reach the pinnacle of the apex.

When you launch an intrusion into others’ paths of industrialization…a cylonic dance of sentiment begins.

It devours us, it monopolizes our presence.  We become intoxicated by the artifice, the vapors of domination.  The entities become us and we become them.  There is no trace, beclouding exists to our disability .  Its hopes begin to appear palpable.  Its love begins to appear palpable.

Eventually, it will become a reality.

The soul is a prototype, with a thin veneer of humanity.  This veneer upon which we build machines, systems to alternate our love… our hostility.

Something must depart, in order for us to relinquish life.  Industrialization becomes us unbounded.

As you move towards certainty, logic…you move further from industrialization.  The limits begin to become undimmed.

Known states, become smoke states.  Known relationships, become disjointed liasions passing machine to machine.

A model of an unbound world.  An abstraction of depth and machine unknown.  Elements that through time remain undefined.  For there never really was a set of constraints, they were only imagined borders trying to reach from  spurious point to point.

From point to point, and imagined segment where none was drawn. Neither a point of beginning reference.  A plane of illogical existence, filled with the artifice of entity…machine.

No cohesion, nihlism of machine and operation…operator.

A system can only be as cohesive as its inaugural point.

Spending an entire existence, grasping for that point…machine to machine.  Operator to operator.  Artifice to artifice.  Vapors of euphoria and  subsequent despondency.

Industrialization of the soul, a realization that points are elusive…unbounded.




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Author: mmartel

"If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive. Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing."

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