True story: I am in a therapy group for depression, and why am I depressed? I think I am about to rediscover the major issue in past, present and hopefully future societies. I have a problem, an addiction, but not to speed, or any other kind of illegal narcotic. It’s raw processing power, compute cycles, random access memory, storage, that is my speed, and I constantly want more, but is this just my problem, or a human condition?
This morning, I was hungry, not for breakfast, but at first, it was a faster phone. Should I upgrade to the Samsung S4 before my contract is up? I wanted more, and I thought of ways beyond measure how to get more, more computing speed, at first pure physics, and mechanical. Then I looked toward nature, and wanted to draw from processes in nature that were able to compute at faster speeds, then I thought of integration, ok, pull back. I was hungry, and now beyond rational thought. I went back and thought of crunching the ways I could tune a computer, a mobile device to maximize throughput, but that wasn’t enough, I needed to have the raw processing power locally, I needed to feel connected, right out of the first Star Trek Movie, that connection. I was where the road met the rubber room so to speak. It was nonsense, but I stopped and thought, what if we could do that, where would it end, just like an mountain that you could never quite climb high enough, and then, if, the unattainable was attainable, what would we then do with this power?
The question, that blinking cursor of the 1980s, and the movie War Games, brilliant. The artificial intelligent learning machine analogy, and it could do just about anything, but all it eventually wanted to do was its basic function, what made it fall in ‘love’ with thinking in the first place, it wanted to play a nice game of chess. It realized through the pain of a simple game of tic tac toe, there would be never enough wins or losses. Not to play would be the timesaver, and the only joy it had, what it would not waste it’s time on, is what it loved, it’s abstract connection, that leap of faith that we all make, what we fall in love with for no logical reason we could phantom, and it’s that love of that game, the original game, that men fall in love with, and that my friend, is women, children, the human connection.
So, go to bed and rest easy knowing, there is only the climb, as they say in the Game of Thrones, the arts, the abstract love, that we all will fall in love, understanding of the human aspects of the inexplicable, art, music, pleasure, pain, sorrow, and joy. Celebrate the arts because the sciences are way too boring when it’s all been done by societies, in the past.