have you ever been to the ghost market, to hire a ghost to haunt that apartment you owned, so as to get the tenant to leave ?

 What is the shape of the universe 

We dont know cos we havent seen the edges/^÷ boundaries where it ends 

If the universe ends at some point,has a boundary,  what lies beyond?

We cant know ,if we did, then the boundary would push further just beyond that

Then the boundary of the universe is also the boundary of our knowledge?

No, not the limit of our knowledge , but the limit of our comprehension... otherwise the boundary woild show up while we are in deep sleep, or at the back of our head.

Does space disappesr when we sleep ? No we sleep in space. If it were to disappear, we wouldnt wake. What if it did and we woke but are living a dream ?  A fragment of consciousness and memories without a matter component ?

Who would know the difference ? Can consciousness move a physical object ? Can it press a switch ?

It cannot, but it can imagine a switch, and imagine it pressed... 

But it would know that it is doing the pressing and percieving the pressing

What if it split itself just before the pressing, that it didnt know it did the pressing ?

 intent-driven vs (negative)-look-back driven

performance factor/ not authoring own story as we go

we need one daily scott adams essay

 There is no shortage of wealth in this world - of leisure, of dignity, affection ... what this world lacks is a wealth of credit, and in the sisyphean endeavour to even out the distribution of this, real wealths have been destroyed, not looted, destroyed. 

I have a tendency to shut off completely, and go along with whatever is in vogue in the current micro-society ( meaning bunch of two-three people I am around)

as a result, I have no continuing efforts or results, on the ground. In my mind - yes, but not on the ground.

I also have developed the ability to not complete any task set before me. I blame this squarely on this phase of life not being built on bedrock, but off of other people's roofs or walls. The hesitancy to commit given the lack of bedrock or sky, has run for decades now, and half-assery is now detectable in my blood cells, under a microscope.

This gives me considerable unease, which can be masked by eating, reading blogs, doing THAT one thing to keep the nearest boss happy, while slow-death-ing the soul work.

 sometimes , you meet life 

you blink

then it's twenty-five years later

in other news

the beanstalk attempted to bake bread again

the beanstalk added a lot of dutch cocoa powder

the beanstalk forgot to add sugar

the bread came out amazingly well

in shape, texture, and sponginess

looks chocolatey, 

tastes like a naan

"If you think this is your country, your government, your people, then you've completely misunderstood the nature of the beast. Remember Hobbes ... are you a person or an cell in a leviathan ?"

The agent looked steadily at Jeepley. The record of traces and sightings lay on the table between them, with its worn cover facing up.

 it's not a line

but a cloud

to cross

one side ends in stone

ether waits on the other

side

Jeepley goes around

 Jeepley got off the boat and tested his legs on terra firma, glad that they held, then quickly walked to dock office. It was deserted,  as was the road outside - no taxis or buses. The faded timetable in the office  said the minibus was expected at 4 and he had an hour to kill by then. He sat down on the single bench, and looked out over the water. The plan was still going as per schedule.

The minibus dropped him off at a section of the road which looked exactly the same as any other, while the driver gave him instructions  . Walking through two wooded plots, which he was sure was someone's estate- he was trespassing no less, he turned left at the heap of coloured rocks, and climbed up the slope to the cottage. It came into view after a turn in the road. It was a pretty road, with large trees on either side, and the sky was blue,   that he forgot all of the City  as he huffed up the path,   with  an eye on the loose stones.

The key was under the mat. He let himself in. He met the other guests at tea time. A pair of glasses read a book,  immobile except to occasionally turn a page . A grey sweater smoked a cigarette on a chair in the garden.A squirrel ran up a tree, being late for its tea perhaps.

 The housekeeper manifested in the kitchen at sunset, and began to cook. At the dinner table, Jeepley looked around to see if a Queegeeg would show, chuckling mentally.  

The ship was expected to cross the town in a day or two. Lots would happen then. Until then there was dinner and a walk.