THE SAND MUST FLOW

It is all about SAND in life, is’nt it? You will know after you have read the Book of the Sand, also known as The Bible of the Digital Anthropocene. The Song of Songs is part of it, of course you say as the author is an artist, programmer and … so much more that there must be a quote beyond the shots:

“… 11char, barman, artist, programmer, writer, philosopher, simulator, initiate, warrior, master, mistress, usher, slave, dog, cat, horse, panther, musician, scripter…”

This passage is taken from the chapter ONIRITTI which was presented in a reading on Nov. 2nd, 2017. Here a bit more so you see that there is much SAND in the book:

 

[ …. She takes my hand after having said this and suddenly a tent rezzes. “I have many names,” she says and before I can answer, adds, “Next time when we meet again, choose that name by which you will call me wisely. However, for here and now, for this moment in this world, I am Halcyonia.”

“Are you a Centaur?” I ask, as I notice she is also a shapeshifter. She came as a bird, now she is a woman, what she might be next? She nods.

“I need to educate you, to prepare you for the next level. You will enter my brain and be me … for a while, just for a while we will switch and switch back.”

“A mind meld?” I ask, but there is no need for an answer as I know.

A slice of bread rezzes and she opens a small container with salt. She puts some grains of salt on the bread and gives me a part. “Sharing salt and bread is the tradition, you know?”

I nod, as I know the tradition well. After sharing salt in the desert you are safe and no one traveling in the desert with a tent fixed like a homestone in the sand will harm you; it is the law of the desert, of the oasis. I take a bite of the offered salt bread.

An oasis rezzes around the tent. I see a spot of water, animals drinking, birds chirping. I see myself sitting with the eyes of Halcyonia. I am her now and I think, I need to educate him… 11char, barman, artist, programmer, writer, philosopher, simulator, initiate, warrior, master, mistress, usher, slave, dog, cat, horse, panther, musician, scripter… this silly boy.

I remember well, all the roles he has played in disguise. But he is no cheater. He decided for the long haul even when a shortcut was offered by a using a trick. I reposition my body. I refresh. I wait until the message comes up, “All scripts restarted.”

He sleeps now and I open his ports for the codes to download. … ]

 

 

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