I AM LOST AND OUT OF MY ELEMENTS
[HaRdWaRe] / (SoftSense)
The exterior/actions of people themselves reflect their minds and personalities as much as the
computers they may or may not use, varying upon their transparency/honesty to anyone who is
attentive. Of course if you could be inside their brain, to think and feel as they do would be
the deepest empathetic conection (voyeristc?) but venturing inside their computer would only serve
as a stalking or tracking of their activity, and only inward and wishful activities at that. To see
what they pay for and use, look at what they wear, smell them, share a meal, talk about plans,
visit their home. To understand their politics, see how they treat their neighbors, watch them
react to the news, ask some probing questions about their dreams and desires. The sense that the
inside of a computer will avail us of any truths not evident is to suggest that people are liars,
and only true to the machines they believe will keep their secrets. And computers never forget,
and can always be made to speak. We know that now. A man with integrity will die before divulging
anything his will refuses to release. The interior of machinery is just that. The interior of a
human is his unfathomable soul, that which is intangible and not a manfestion of wires, diodes
and semiconductors. Actual pornography is infinately more interesting and enlightening than the
visual play of circuitry for in its naked transparency one can glean human truths. I look at
machines and see beauty in form, I speak with humans and sense beauty in substance and time.
To read thoughts is a condition of what one chooses to elucidate on page/html or papertrail.
I see nothing in your computer that you don't know you're allowing.
I don't want to lick your keyboard, I don't want to type and click all night.
I want to touch your body (feast your soul).
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