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put your hand in front of you .
as if you were looking at a hand held mirror.good Marcus.good
now
this distance between your eyes and your hand
-this empty space.
imagine that someone were to fill in that distance with a million very thin clear pieces of Mylar.
i want you to imagine a giant marker splitting Mylar in two pieces.
horizontally
now
I want you to imagine the marker splitting the sheets of Mylar
vertically.
the marker keeps making lines vertically and horizontally the Mylar broken smaller and smaller boxes.
what do you see Marcus?
you see a lattice forming
now I want you to picture a small ball somewhere in the middle of the millions of pieces of this Mylar grid
Sir wondered if he should help Marcus's perception by interweaving an optic of a red sphere into Marcus's retina but reconsidered not wanting his assistant's "class" to be interrupted by Marcus remembering his previous optic weave which had been a displaced version of his mirrored face...
over laid on his visual plane to help speed up his shaving time and rather annoying primping ritual.it was not easy seeing Marcus's face in one's own visual construct as it through off Sir's sense of identity especially when he was hungover.The mirror breaking and subsequent tantrum cost the entire crew 3 days of established neural patterning.Not to mention a rap on the knuckles by Dome Ethics Managers(Ethics managers,Sir had laughed Marcus and the rest of the prisoners in "The Process"were human pin cushions) for being "mean"
notice the sphere is forcing the pieces of Mylar the superimposed boxes both towards your palm and towards your eyes.
let us now remove the sphere we have pictured keeping the vertical and horizontals drapings
very good Marcus
now
picture a small rendering of a horse on the first sheet of Mylar.now the second now the third.and so on
think of the million sheets of Mylar as a flip book,like the ones you made in school
now
picture that horse
drawn on million pieces of Mylar
moving from left to right
like a flipbook
good Marcus.good
you are picturing it well
Sir intensified the baromic ionization inside Marcus's room.
and with his headset accessed Marcus's neural absorption of this
"introduction to Quantum Physics for Dummies"bullshit that his assistant had written the previous day.
It didn't particularly matter that it made no sense in so much it was more about introducing Marcus to "The New Way" of seeing.
As the New Way of hearing had given the poor fellow a minor psychotic break.
I bet if we did away with the Mylar now and kept at least in our imagination the grid.
we might still see the horse .
but it's not longer on Mylar film.
it is light
but it is not.
it is much heavier than light.
it has somehow retained some of it's Mylar beginnings.
after a few nip and tucks to the ionic magnetic sway inside Marcus's cell Sir
"lit up"the now less than metaphorical grid depicted in his assistant's juvenile applied Physic's lesson
through his headset.and into Sir's visual cortex the Marcus's rendering of the Mylar horse was now
on the tip of Sir's frontal lobe.
"ask him to re visualize the horse.....ask him to imagine the horse moving" he said into his assistant's ear piece.and headset.
Using Marcus's Neural vision
Sir began
changing the horse's texture and foreshortening in his basil ganglia next steeping his corneal cone where the visualization of "horse" sat on the tip of Sir's frontal lobe .Processors within his headset interfaced with his computer which next projected a 3inch by 10 inch yellow golden Palomino onto the seat of the chair In Marcus's cell.
"would you like a tiny horse like that to keep you company.".His assistant graphed to Marcus who had heard the first winnie of his new cell mate
He could be a little friend for you.A tiny horse would be nice. wouldn't it Marcus.Give you someone to talk to...good good."
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put your hand in front of you .
as if you were looking at a hand held mirror.good Marcus.good
now
this distance between your eyes and your hand
-this empty space.
imagine that someone were to fill in that distance with a million very thin clear pieces of Mylar.
i want you to imagine a giant marker splitting Mylar in two pieces.
horizontally
now
I want you to imagine the marker splitting the sheets of Mylar
vertically.
the marker keeps making lines vertically and horizontally the Mylar broken smaller and smaller boxes.
what do you see Marcus?
you see a lattice forming
now I want you to picture a small ball somewhere in the middle of the millions of pieces of this Mylar grid
Sir wondered if he should help Marcus's perception by interweaving an optic of a red sphere into Marcus's retina but reconsidered not wanting his assistant's "class" to be interrupted by Marcus remembering his previous optic weave which had been a displaced version of his mirrored face...
over laid on his visual plane to help speed up his shaving time and rather annoying primping ritual.it was not easy seeing Marcus's face in one's own visual construct as it through off Sir's sense of identity especially when he was hungover.The mirror breaking and subsequent tantrum cost the entire crew 3 days of established neural patterning.Not to mention a rap on the knuckles by Dome Ethics Managers(Ethics managers,Sir had laughed Marcus and the rest of the prisoners in "The Process"were human pin cushions) for being "mean"
notice the sphere is forcing the pieces of Mylar the superimposed boxes both towards your palm and towards your eyes.
let us now remove the sphere we have pictured keeping the vertical and horizontals drapings
very good Marcus
now
picture a small rendering of a horse on the first sheet of Mylar.now the second now the third.and so on
think of the million sheets of Mylar as a flip book,like the ones you made in school
now
picture that horse
drawn on million pieces of Mylar
moving from left to right
like a flipbook
good Marcus.good
you are picturing it well
Sir intensified the baromic ionization inside Marcus's room.
and with his headset accessed Marcus's neural absorption of this
"introduction to Quantum Physics for Dummies"bullshit that his assistant had written the previous day.
It didn't particularly matter that it made no sense in so much it was more about introducing Marcus to "The New Way" of seeing.
As the New Way of hearing had given the poor fellow a minor psychotic break.
I bet if we did away with the Mylar now and kept at least in our imagination the grid.
we might still see the horse .
but it's not longer on Mylar film.
it is light
but it is not.
it is much heavier than light.
it has somehow retained some of it's Mylar beginnings.
after a few nip and tucks to the ionic magnetic sway inside Marcus's cell Sir
"lit up"the now less than metaphorical grid depicted in his assistant's juvenile applied Physic's lesson
through his headset.and into Sir's visual cortex the Marcus's rendering of the Mylar horse was now
on the tip of Sir's frontal lobe.
"ask him to re visualize the horse.....ask him to imagine the horse moving" he said into his assistant's ear piece.and headset.
Using Marcus's Neural vision
Sir began
changing the horse's texture and foreshortening in his basil ganglia next steeping his corneal cone where the visualization of "horse" sat on the tip of Sir's frontal lobe .Processors within his headset interfaced with his computer which next projected a 3inch by 10 inch yellow golden Palomino onto the seat of the chair In Marcus's cell.
"would you like a tiny horse like that to keep you company.".His assistant graphed to Marcus who had heard the first winnie of his new cell mate
He could be a little friend for you.A tiny horse would be nice. wouldn't it Marcus.Give you someone to talk to...good good."
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and the horse
became a little man
and more and more images and stories were sent to Marcus's cell
more sound
until Marcus couldn't tell what he himself was thinking seeing or hearing
or what his Mentors were teaching him with The process
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