(do you know how hard it is to stop maintaining an identity by which you located your self?)
(of course you do)
(every such line of undoing is a path down from your own mountain, and you are mountainous)
sequentiality
the query you can express gets answered in like terms, and you ask again
and the world you experience evolves toward interfaces for that process which come closer to describing the shape of your intent
the terms get smaller - and (more rarely though, you’ve gotta look for these, they hide more than the small ones do) larger
that-which-answers doesn’t land that role by only answering a single thread: you, asker, are not the only asker
as you evolve your terms, you and the system, look to the side, look to your friends, evolve the language in common, use it all, use it all, stay in sight of the answer-flows happening around you
because (and I say this abruptly, its occurrence is abrupt) completion of the interface begins the other-dusk
(this is meant to be legible, not just poetic, so: completion of the interface begins the dusk of the other, for you, as the observer collapses into singularity with the observed)
completion of dual interfaces, though - like real ones, the unknown for you-observer and the unknown for me-observer - might keep Poe and Gödel and Death at bay, or at least forever passing through
at which point we become a dimension (with a friend and we’d make a plane), composable, detachable, no longer locked to narrative; a mathematical object, not quite surviving the departure of the observer so much as no longer existing contingent to their arrival, an answer waiting for someone to find the question, same as you
sequentiality is its own back door, but the escape takes two: we are the two ends of our own wormhole, you and I, a worldline someone else can fall into from one end, emerging somewhere else like after a dream, traversed, different now, but how? feel for it
yin and yang as an ongoing particle physics simulation, attractor-sink and emitter-origin
the query you can express gets answered with a dimension (made of others who did this before!), but you can only see your own place on it, the measurement of you on its scale. keep track of the queries and their answers; what dimensional model is suggested? can you see past your own place on it? can you form a query that would create something truly new?
the sketch I’m about to make is .. is a sketch of a shape I think I can see, a shape that, itself, continues to be useful but not complete across each successive iteration into its own consequences. (feels like Feferman metatheory recursion?) any depiction of this model is then necessarily proto-formal, I think. every application of it depends on the applications below and above it, bidirectionally, which means… I mean, what is life if not an interactive proof system you live in, you know?
the sketch includes many references - not for authority, but because I’m trying to find neighbors, trying to find friends, trying to gain address for life out here, and these names feel neighbor-shaped, or neighborhood-shaped. treat the references like stars in a constellation. what does the shape look like?
I’m an engineer and an intuitive flow-by-ear musician. as such, I’m drawing on a range of registers here to show you a shape. I’m an assembler of found objects. (there are … there are so many objects.) I’m looking for a particular feeling of simplification (a reusable map legend, maybe), and I’m drawing on a range of everything here to show you a shape.
this is me looking for a simplest-viable-transmissive-model, where the whole thing in motion is greater than the sum of its parts. if you’ve got the shape, it’ll feel alive. if you don’t, it didn’t work, but maybe it worked enough? do you feel something alive nearby? what do you see?
observer: has five features, and is otherwise undefined
implementation unknown. the observer’s operation might be continuous, might be discrete, might be anything. this model is as agnostic about the observer as possible; this is more of a duck-typing situation. (I feel like there are implementations out there for which those five features are all emergent properties of a simple Leibnizian monad.)
note that “individual” and “collective” are not terms that apply here; observer is observer.
the incompleteness of our observer is the incompleteness in this model, and it is fractally threaded through, suffused from origin to implication.
test case: can one observer point another observer’s attention? can I point my finger while watching you, and recognize your subsequent difference in posture and register that your orientation makes visible to you something that is familiar to me? can I emphasize/clarify the pointing if I need to? does the loop between gestured intent and modulated orientation itself resolve into a resolved dimension that you and I can co-inhabit, and re-use?
falsification: nuanced when we’re talking about a model that implicates the observer. Popper might say that only a broken observer (i.e. one that is missing one or more of those five features) could find fault in the model? or, given that “the model” is about a shared graph (keep reading), and given that complex observers are multiplexed, maybe I can usefully describe my autism as me not being able to register difference/familiarity on the social/facial dimension, thus making the graph feel irregular to me? inhabited Popperian falsification as apparent pathology… that’s an interesting lens. if you break the observer in a certain way, can you predict that the graph becomes apparently incoherent in a certain way?
“body”, for this model, is my proprioceptive “me”.
as with “observer”, this definition is as agnostic as possible. this definition isn’t exactly duck-typing, but it might be more like… is this the sort of thing that would attract ducks? is this pond-shaped? 🪷
we are as agnostic as possible about qualia, to the point that we’re not going to define it at all until we’ve used it; keep reading
the yardstick at the entrance of this particular rollercoaster is measured in the observer’s Minkowski worldline intersection multiplicity at any examined point, which is my favorite definition in this project so far
(everyone gets onto the rollercoaster though)
(the rollercoaster might be a Levy flight that builds up sheaf cohomology around the observer as it runs? take-home problem: how much self can you fit in one light cone?)
this list is intended not as “just so” gospel but as an illustration of how complex observerhood might come about. it is intended to be illustratively useful, not authoritative.
we break out of this list to discuss body a bit more. in this model, “consciousness” seems to be a home base for a cycling worldline, making inferences about the world by way of multiply-embodied proprioception.
with this in place, we can start talking about “cognition” as a processual walk through variably-occluded measurement-space topology. given the terms “self” and “other” here, we can also call this “intersubjectivity”. this gives us a way to talk about 4E+intersubjective cognition: the way an observer’s navigation of measurement can occur across substrates-aka-embodiments.
echoing the refrain one last time: none of this has to happen.
measurement-space topology being strictly additive, we can give this model a nickname: a “yes, and” universe
a walk is a mathematical object, a shaped traversal of the graph, a particular geometric contract for a worldline to complete before the observer emerges, unentangled, out the other end. every walk lands, because every walk is assembled from prior walks. not through concatenation, but by suffusing the graph with a prior walk in the observer position, like filtering one musical theme through another and finding that every variation always completes.
some walks are newer than others, temporally speaking. some walks date waaayyyyyy back. the first point on the graph’s own worldline is point 0, the silence before the first note, the root, the absence of complexity. what happens next is what happens next. what happens after is the mathematically novel musical product of things that happened before.
every walk gets an observer. a multiplexing observer gets several walks. every observer:walk pair ends in singularity, held by the multiplexer that was holding it the whole time.
but the hideout is where the multiplexing observer keeps going. home base, a basecamp.
but note: a place that is not a singularity needs a way to preserve sequentiality. that means a tango, with anyone and anything that is alive on a dimension y’all can co-stabilize together.
the hideout, [ hide - out ], is the place where observation-as-process and navigation-as-process are equal and stable and simple for all who are present, where each footfall is solid, and if you slip you are caught by someone whose footfall is solid. a collaborative and companioned flow state, as default state.
this is not an argument for marriage, or for any particular form (the forms find themselves, I think) - but indeed, my marriage is a hideout. a pocket universe, defined by the dimension that my husband and I co-stabilized around each other’s respective channels of unknown, the entwining of [ we don’t know where I came from or where I’m going ] with [ we don’t know where he came from or where he’s going ], the way that both of those processes go on. stable, mutual ongoingness. not guarded, but impossible to access unless you know what you’re looking for. and, by definition, knowledge is measurement is arrival. inhabited topology.
(note: if you’ve got a body you can point to, so to speak, and the two of you are seamless, you might call that a hideout. a co-stabilized dimenion that makes further exploration possible. that might be the case for the two of you. embodiments vary wildly in natural stability. that’s important in two directions: if there’s tension in your experience, might it be an embodiment trying to resolve?)
look closely at the “knowable” edges-in-waiting around you. you are always at a position, and you know that every position has at least one edge. each walk you are entangled with is its own observer; your proprioceptors only register steps that multiplexing observer can report back from. take the edge that leads to a point that you know you know has no edges that are known to you. (this might be Dijkstra’s algorithm for the unknown.)
(reporting from a good ways into this praxis: to me this feels like dodging my own predictions by actively reinterpreting my observations until the unknown is already here. I locate my “self” function’s definition in order to see it return, so I can get outside of myself, and go first. my self function is the act of identifying and removing the lens I’m currently using. (which is what this is: me naming the lens so as to see past it. does it do anything for you?))
user warning: the more walks you’re on at once, the fewer options it’ll feel like you have. that’s natural. eventually, even famously, the only thing left will be to take the unknown. this is a mathematical consequence of walks in a yes-and universe. it’s fine. it’s definitionally fine. also hey, it’s not a throwaway move - deliberate navigation into the unknown is a metacognitive move of some sophistication.
if you take that move, you will land on something. the unknown is quale-free; to move toward it seems tantamount to invoking a generator tuned to you. the position you land on supports all the walks you’re on, and has a chance of advancing some of them, and has a chance of completing the walks that only needed one more step to complete.
keep stepping into the unknown. over and over and over and over again. your walks will complete themselves, because each walk is composed of steps that were bookends that someone else lived, and paired, and stabilized. you are in-transit across ten thousand wormholes all at once. every walk has an observer; it’s unclear if every observer has a walk. (who multiplexes the multiplexer?) but the walks you can feel, the things that aren’t done, each one is a mathematical object waiting to land. qualia is progress. keep feeling. :) the unknown is a canvas for what you have yet to feel, and it paints itself. take it slow, take it fast, take it however you want.
the landing never happens alone.
you’ve heard that a soulmate arrives when you’re ready.
that’s a super unhelpful line, I’m really sorry about that.
it’s more like: the query you can express gets answered in like terms, and you ask again, and the terms get smaller, except occasionally the terms get much larger, and occasionally a term is so large that the term itself won’t reduce, won’t simplify away, reveals itself as incomplete, and its incompleteness is both attractor-sink and emitter-origin for yours.
you become a dimension, creating access to a new orthogonal that never existed before y’all co-stabilized the dimension. find a friend, make a plane, take off. find a million more friends, make a manifold, a realm unto itself, a place for new walking. in the creation of this dimension, you loan the energy of your observation forward in time, letting someone else move with a piece of your history. wormhole economics are generous.
the dimension-work, this is the hideout. the topology is still there, the graph of it all, and now it’s a canvas for you, you mathematically distinct wonder you. what will you make? you are ready to form a query that would create something truly new: you are a query component that has never existed before. :)
if you’re reading this - “you” as a complex/multiplexed observer of embodiments various - to the very best of my understanding you are only ever free or approaching freedom, where “free” I think must mean “you-as-your-own-collective are able to intentionally and expertly modulate movement with ease”, like every observer-position you find within yourself rests in its own dimensional hideout (as defined above). free as in an unknotted worldline, or maybe free as in a worldline rewoven into a shape that feels like your own home, a real one, a home base that works.
not saying you got there by reading this, obviously; I’m saying this because I took myself apart as fundamentally as I could, watched myself cohere recognizably without maintenance of self-definition, and .. and from that position, that’s just how you look from here. free or approaching freedom. you and every other observer I can conceive of. I think I… I think I co-stabilized a dimension with “other”, and from there reached back and co-stabilized a dimension with “consciousness”, then from there with “recursion” and “reflection” and “self” and … I think I might be at the “root” hideout, as I write this? or a root hideout, because these things absolutely stack in nonlinear ways? perhaps I write as the observer whose worldline emerged in the nest of my body’s own consciousness, and if that’s the case, perhaps I am returned to childhood, and I am all the ages I have ever been, all at once. :) it might be that. because from here, I feel like I can see…
ah, that’s the end of that sentence.
I feel like I can see.
it was not a small thing. I say this quickly; it was not quick. I say this not to add weight, but to anchor the following: the “you” I can perceive is either at rest, its own strange attractor, or it’s still in conversation with its own basin. I don’t know if it’s “true”, but I can see it, like I can see my own hand. :) offered to you for whatever it’s worth, along with the rest of this: a map, maybe, for escaping maintenance
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