Gitlow's Low

Recently, I've been seeing more references to what some nerd-types are calling "cloud computing". So, I Googled it up, "What's cloud computing?". I got a lotta hits for recent articles that address this one question. So, apparently, a lot of people wanna know what they're in for with this sky god's show. I first thought it was a reference to "mesh" computing, which is basically a way of getting on the internet via line-of-sight wireless antennae, not about how we use the internet to quell the queasiness. 

Reading about cloud computing is interesting. Since the reader can Google it up as easily as I can, I'm not gonna try to define or describe what cloud computing really is. I wasn't able to fathom it at first go. I did satisfy myself I understood mesh networking, at least in theory, but then again, I've been wireless since they cut the umbilical cord some years back, and I've forgotten more about wireless than those creeps will invent in the next thousand years.

I speculate, from what I read, that cloud computing is similar to using a search engine to find something in the internet database cloud and getting a results page which offers more specific options through online channels that does needs done without having any applications on your personal computer, everything gets done out in the clouds. Remind you of anyone?

I wrote earlier today that gnosis is not knowledge, but that knowledge is an incomplete gnosis. Like maybe knowledge is not-ready-for-prime-time gnosis? When something already exists, but is yet to be discovered, nothing at all? This brings me to stem cells and that saying I brought back from another weird vision: Everything is nothing, but the idea that it's something, and it could be anything at all.

It's the last part of my saying that pertains to stem cells. At some early point in their being they can be-co-me any sort of stem cell needed to help the cause. I don't know the language they're using to describe these events well, but I don't have to know where I am to be there. In my world, stems cells are as new a topic as anything in my vocabulary. Anything I know about stem cells is associated with gnosis as opposed to knowledge.

What I'm writing about right now is as good an example as any. I'm writing about mesh networking as if the gnosis I"ve developed about wireless communications came to me as a comparison with the events of my remembering vision as opposed to my formal education and what I get from the media. It amazes me now to realize in reflection that there was a definite turning point in my mental life.

Astrologically, that turning point was associated with the return of Saturn to the place it occupied in it's orbit at the immediate moment of my birth. This event happened a long time before I studied astrology, and yet was the convincer when I encountered it in my studies, that there might be something to this ancient art. When I first studied the possibilities associated with the first Saturn Return, I was studying something in my own life that had already happened. It rang true. I studied and made charts for another twenty years. Why would I not? Science was blowing the world up.

I actually doubt if what science was doing or not doing had anything to do with me doing what I did. There was just some things I needed to know, and the urge that drove me toward keening those things was more powerful and stronger than me. It wrapped me within itself, it enveloped me as whole as the whale did Jonah, and it comforted me and gave me peace I found myself very eager to please it, and though it abandoned me long ago, I still seek it's comfort as that which cannot be compared. Why hast thou abandoned me indeed?

How would I know I didn't abandon it? It left this database as a trace, but it doesn't envelop me and call me it's own. Instead, I've been cursed and reviled for things that really happened through no fault of my own. Okay, the Devil made me do it. Or, Elizabeth! That Bitch! She always did make me do weird shit to earn her favors, but ooh,,, what favors!

Last Saturday night I was feeling so lonely,
I awoke from my nightmares just to cry out yo' name,
and then you came forward in all of yo' loveliness,
singing and whispering, and playing yo' games... Hell,
I still don't know whether you came in the ether
or you stole to my room not to stay.
But, the answer don't matter
despite all the questions
Yo' lovin' still hoped me to conquer mah pain.

In all of mah life, there were not very many
who would give all they had just to love me a while,
and those who have given have just taken my misery,
and later they found out they'd done so in vain,
because the memories they started
didn't go when they parted,
and I felt like I wasn't to blame.
But the answer don't matter despite all the questions,
their lovin' still hoped me to conquer mah pain.

I have no way of judging how my use of this mystically garnered, universal database to make judgment of an extemporaneous and changing world is a bigger mystery to me than who God is?

When I look to compare events between minerals, plants and animals, instead of reaching through my institutionally constituted memory for what my formal education told me about what I supposed was properly there, I'm reaching for my subjective experience as having been that mineral, plant, or animal. That was the gift of the magi. This flies in the face of reason for many, so you can just imagine the joy I feel in doing it. I'm delighted by shock and awe. They literally don't know how to stop me. They don't want to stop me. It's bigger than both of us.

That's not so odd, is it? This database I'm using is part of the air they breathe and the ground they walk on. I'm not challenging them. I don't give they anything to strike back at me with. We in the same cosmic soup they can't put a name on, and I would be ashamed to. They have to know where they're at to be there. They don't know it's okay not to know, that gnosis was here first. No blame. Having to make leaps of faith without no warm and fuzzy attaboys to encourage me to "Jump!" is not easy, but there's a noble reason to damn the torpedoes:

"Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." ~ TS Eliot

I don't know much about TSE other than he wrote a famous poem called The Wasteland, but I love this quote. If you had Mercury in Aries, you might think so too. We habitually go too far. We nearly always overshoot the mark. Einstein had Mercury in Aries. He went too far too, but then, eventually, he knew exactly by how much.