Lemmings jumping off the cliffs

Speaking of childhood is bringing up some forgotten memories.

I remember watching this in the end of a VHS of a disney movie, and I remember being contemplative, and people around me chocked and pained.

I remember that instinctual acceptance I had and could neither explain nor bother explaining or investigating.

And thinking about it now, forcing myself to put it into words and share it, I said it was a wholesome "horror" of nature, another manifestation of things beyond our understanding (for now) and proof enough we will always witness things beyond our understanding anyway.

In these times, I either remember Nausicaa or Major Kusanagi. That's the part where I am no longer taken seriously. It took time but I came to understand the open and proud disdain many have for fiction and/or animation: They don't think it holds intellectual substance.

Catalyzing ideas is not the property of one endeavor, it is the byproduct of the observer and some of the soul and woven purity the creator may leave within.

Between Nausicaa who would have accepted this phenomenon and believe in the wisdom of Nature without any proof, and Major Kusanagi who would have been reminded of the limitations of our given perceptions in the present physicality and means of acquisition and interaction we have, I find myself wondering whether I am torn between two dichotomies or able to rally them both. Perhaps together they can lead to an instinctual learning path that can perhaps unfold more understanding, and better means to understand Nature and what's around us. Perhaps if both tenets were held in a healthy balance within the mind, the observer aware of them as tenets instead of dogmas, able to listen to both and many more and respect the mental process and apply it without getting defined by it, perhaps then...

But what do I know? I'm just a fan of two drawn fictional characters

Python is barely making sense. Fanan is pooping and peeing everywhere. Coffee tastes weird. Writing yet another report for thesis.
In my head right now, there is a baby voice that is the offspring of Kylie and Lorde, the kind of voice that sings the ending credits on an insignificant existence that came to wither within a forest. Ghost in The Shell on the background, I missed Major.

3h00 am is surreal for writing. I'm starting to want to be done with this.
At least my head will be clear for my personal writing
There are other thesis reports requiring my attention though, other presentations,  but at least then I can go back and forth between the writings.

Boreal Chant Be With You

Be at peace, Origa.

Overspecialize

 Ghost In The Shall on rewatch.

Because we need a guy like you.
Number one you're an honest cop
number two you've never stepped out of the line
number three you're a family man
and except for the slight brain augmentation, your body is almost completely human
if we all reacted the same way we'd be predictible and there's always one more way to view a situation
what's true for the group is also true for the individual
it's simple: overspecialize and you're breeding weakness. It's a slow death

This stare

It says it all.

Ghost in the Shell 2.0 on rewatch

Reproducing and dying

Puppet Master: I refer to myself as an intelligent life form because I am sentient and I am able to recognize my own existence, but in my present state I am still incomplete. I lack the most basic processes inherent in all living organisms: reproducing and dying.

Major Motoko Kusanagi: But you can copy yourself.

Puppet Master: A copy is just an identical image. There is the possibility that a single virus could destroy an entire set of systems and copies do not give rise to variety and originality. Life perpetuates itself through diversity and this includes the ability to sacrifice itself when necessary. Cells repeat the process of degeneration and regeneration until one day they die, obliterating an entire set of memory and information. Only genes remain. Why continually repeat this cycle? Simply to survive by avoiding the weaknesses of an unchanging system.

Cyborg Fever

Of all the cyborgs I know, I relate to major Kusanagi the most.

The constant look for the humanity within one's self.
The constant investigation in one's own discipline and psyche.
The quick decisions and the going on with consequences.

There was a time I wished I had a powerful cyborg body. If such time was to be repeated and such wish was to be granted, I wouldn't regret having Kusanagi's body as much as the next cyborg.

But then again, in a universe where I can get to be a ghost in the shell, why not a tecknohuman, an EVA or biomechanic form of existence of my own demise.

I need to go to sleep.

We don't have the technology...

I'm sorry sir but we can't fully restore your memories: the virtual experiences programmed within your ghost will have second effects and we don't have the technology yet to solve such matters.

Ghost In The Shell on rewatch.

Overspecialization...

The Chant of a Cyborg Making

When I’m a bit down with the overwhelming work I have to perform before handing over my report, I launch the opening sequence of one of my favorite Japanese animations, Ghost In The Shell, and suck the music with all my mind while catching every step of the mechanical process.

I think I find it genuinely capturing a vision of technology that I cherish: the traditional chant of life given to the making of a cyborg, the mechanical sounds finding their way through the high-pitched voices of the music, the wires marrying the tradition, robots waltzing with trees.

In general, it inspires me enough to actually go back to work and be more accurate and consistent with my theoretical calculations of bolts endurance, welding efficiency and FEM data.