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Many moons ago, I was, as I am wont to do, idly musing about stuff because I had no choice but to do so.
I still have no choice.
It’s what my brain/mind does when I’m not paying attention and it springs this stuff on me all the time … and by all the time, I mean every waking second.
It took me forever to get my head around all the fuss about multitasking — I mean … you mean there are people who don’t think about ten ideas at once?
What do you mean you don’t know what you’re thinking about? How can you not? What about the bit of your mind that thinks about what you’re thinking about? Or the bit that thinks about what that bit of your mind is thinking when it’s thinking about what you’re thinking about? And the bit that thinks about that bit?
What do you mean, what am I talking about? I’m talking about your mind!
It seems that I don’t make use of my brain/mind so much as it makes use of me — I don’t think it … it thinks me
So, anyway … where was I?
Oh, yes, I was idly musing … I think.
I’m not sure because I’m wondering about how I planned to phrase this now … oh, and how best to structure it … and how there needs to be some humour in it, or it’ll be terribly dry and boring … and pompous … and, oh, dear, perhaps it is pompous … it’s almost certainly narcissistic … and … and … and … perhaps I’d better get back to the plot.
So, anyway … where was I?
Oh, yes … I was idly musing.
That’s nicely recursive actually … I wonder how I could work that in too — I’ll have to give it some thought later, when I’m not busy actually writing this, otherwise it’ll get all fractal … (or do I mean holographic?) … and confusing.
So, anyway … where was I?
Oh, yes … I was idly musing.
What the Hell was I musing about?
Oh, yes … Frankenstein’s Monster and The Terminator and Artificial Intelligence.
No, I wasn’t — I mean, yes, I was, but it was really only as a preamble to what I’m really musing about … by way of introduction.
What was I thinking about?
Oh, that’s right … Love.
Or rather, I was, but, again, only as a preamble to something more serious — not that Love isn’t serious, but it’s not what I want to talk about … or rather it’s not the main thrust of the argument or the crux of the matter, but supporting material …
… for a cast of thousands …
Hang on a minute …
Oh, yeah!
What we’re gonna do about it all — THAT was it!
Right … so … here we go … Frankenstein’s Monster and The Terminator and Artificial Intelligence and Love and what we’re gonna do about it all.
Well, that doesn’t sound too scary … now that I come to look at it, all written down like that — It’s half written itself already.
Actually, it looks pretty daunting, now I come to think about it.
Anyway … that’s enough prevarication now.
