There is no deliberation.
We have no time to think but instead we are thought.
In the time before writing and speech there was action serving necessity.
In the time of speech there emerges a separation–a becoming of distinction. There are stories and explanations and instructions. Stories told in one place must physically travel for there to be a concatenation of “being” that illustrates likeness. But this “communication” must have been rare to be sure.
In the time of writing there is a deepening of human self. There is the self as written symbol. I exist in my physical form, in my ephemeral and ghostly utterance (here now and yet gone unless captured by another mind), and now I exist in a symbol. My self as written.
But still, it is rarely shared or “communicated.”
Printing turns the world and the self upside down for those that read and write and can gather to hear someone read the written word. The selves are let loose upon us. They are not ours but they sound the same.
But in all of this, time moves slowly and we deliberate upon the form the self takes.
In some sense, the digital throws us back upon the mind that “opens” and receives the “field” of options in which we are to be actors.
Except the only action is reception and so is not properly of/from us.
And instead we become the field as it is presented.
And we do not deliberate upon it as it washes over and into us.
Our great god overfloweth and the gift is great and awesome.
And we are only unworthy.
We are no longer those beings who grew into the written mind.
We are primitive again by necessity; by our relation to the signal (ever and newly baptized in this river).
We must grasp at a glance: kill or be killed; flee or fight; friend or foe; pain or pleasure. Now now now now.
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