The son of a Jewish farmer from Tazewell, TN, becomes an insurance agent in Kingsport and marries the daughter of an FBI agent. They settle down in Bellevue, WA, to raise their kids. He becomes a harbour pilot and she the owner/operator of a B&B.
An Alabama minister joins the military as a chaplain and 20-plus years later "retires" to Rogersville, TN, as a Presbyterian pastor, his wife playing the organ and leading the choir.
Wiccans sacrifice chickens in the woods.
Thousands of slaughtered turkeys marinate for an annual festival meal.
Sandy and John keep their neighbours safe from tornado threats.
Parents are addicted to parenting - are all dysfunctional addictions tied to displaced parenting skills?
Will governments require finger/eye/voice prints, blood/urine/skin samples, psychological profiles and brain scans of recipients of public assistance (public schooling, welfare/social security, pork barrel earmarks, military/civilian government subcontracting, drivers/passengers using public motorways, any government-subsidised service, anyone who uses government-issued money (physical and/or electronic)) as well as those paying into (through taxes, fees, etc.) and working directly or indirectly for providers of public assistance?
In other words, what if we turned every transaction into a Dept. of Homeland Security procedural process?
For instance, to use your mobile phone for a monetary/barter exchange, your phone would be required to make at least two or three biometric verifications of your identity.
Same for credit/debit card use and computer-based purchases.
What new private-exchange markets and other side effects would occur, given the above?
How many [more] of us would incorporate ourselves to hide our personal identities?
What are a corporation's unique "biometric" characterisations?
How would we ensure agents are registering the real biometric data of people they claim to represent?
While you follow the smoke trail of those thoughts, I'm pursuing the results of an experiment where a three-dimensional person like me has communicated with non-3D entities outside of the matter-based universe in which we think we live.
Squeezing my cameo through the eye of a needle, eh!
How do I know my cameo - my agent, my representative, my shadow - accurately presents myself to others and back to me?
I don't. I believe my mirrored reflection is me because of nearly instantaneous feedback but it isn't.
Until the majority can see what the few can see, it's an illusion that visionaries have to talk about in virtual terms.
If you met your antimatter self, would you know what you saw before you annihilated yourself?
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