Personal Experience

By: Jonathan Seidel

Legend of Zelda and endless autonomy  

   

The original Legend of Zelda is an incredibly frustrating game. Dropped in the middle of nowhere given a quick sword to defend against the monsters but other than that the cryptic messages by the old man and endless wandering are the only way to beat the game. The beauty of the game is open autonomy. There is rare uniform, no passerby secrets to direct. Trust your gut and head forward.

The game is a pain. It is difficult and stressful. Wandering in circles searching for some clarity. It could take hours. Perseverance is critical. The game does come together but it takes some time. There are collectibles. Better weapons and items to pass difficult areas. To build up this inventory is to wander aimlessly for hours. It is tedious but it is also reassuring. When that item is found accomplishment soothes in. The greatest feelings of success are from the long tiring tasks. Each collectible is a step in the correct direction. There is no levels only boss stages on a horizontal axis. Everything is on the screen it only need be uncovered. That is not simple nor easy. Yet it prioritises experimentation. Trying different tactics to excel. Maybe there is a secret gem behind this bush, maybe turning left will reach the dungeon. It is a game of chance for the first timer. The newness is Barcelona for a tourist. A paratrooper in the jungle. Take risks and cautiously trot along. It is a bit overwhelming with so many  possibilities but it is this openness that allows the creativity and independence of the player. 

Many games today have hints or helpers to guide along the way. I remember seeing Madden 20 (I think) having a user catch. Though even A Link to the Past eased the burden of the figuring the game for yourself. Super Mario was a level by level game so it was quite straightforward while that didn’t make the levels the mission was obvious. RPGs provide some latitude but Zelda was just another level of all over the place. Super Metroid has a similar method. There is a lot of running through different areas searching for various items. There is a semi-uniform model but it is adventurous with much to figure out. With Metroid, it felt there was momentum in the correct direction. Each boss felt leading to the next stage. Even after the third boss it didn’t feel that the journey was becoming more linear. It felt that the rest of the game was far in the future. Many RPGs provide a map or NPCs to receive guidance. The old man was the one available asset yet his cryptic messages were ambiguous. The developers had much fun with the puzzle pieces dispersed throughout the game. Hidden treasures to ease the game were placed randomly but creative. There was no guide just persistence. Never give up. Keep moving forward. Keep trying. With enough time in the game, results would show but patience was key. A simple sword against the hoard of monsters constantly respawning. It was too open. Too much space to figure nothing. 

The mantra of the game was exploration. Enjoying the gameplay as it gradually unlocked doors to the next stage. It was open for the fun and autonomy sampled to defeat the game in one’s own style. Spending time exploring, killing new monsters on the edge, hitting random trees to open hidden staircases to buy new items. It is a game of experience. A game to delve into the exploration with no guide. Counting the number of screens to recall how far the dungeon was from the original spot. I can’t speak for the older gamers who played it before the modern graphics but as a younger individual, the exploration is not of appearances but of travelling. The cool exotic nature of modern gaming. The realism and the upfront aesthetics are not the pixel generated illustrations. The exploration is a manner of enjoying the journey. A tourist walking down a random road instead of heading straight for the historical site. The experience is the patience of the solo journey. With the exception of the old man’s merchant life in the cave there are no other NPCs. The protagonist is completely alone in the gameplay. It is a lonely for some but for others the wonder of simple examination is worthwhile. Enamouring aesthetics pale in comparison to good gameplay. The story is simple but the gameplay is gruelling. Such a game is a worthwhile puzzle.

Zelda’s experience is heart-wrenching and chaotic. Hairsplitting stress scrambles the positive enjoyment from the game. Anticipating to win, the game is an adversary. The game is trying to destroy the player’s mind. Where is the joy? Where is the fun? The fun is in the dialectical play. It is precisely the difficulty that brings the greatest benefit. It is through displeasure that sublime shines brightly. Awe shoots out of the mundane. The seemingly intolerable is an unpolished gem that needs a quick wipe to see its glory. The mountaintop is realised in the moment of reaching the peak. The mundane mountain is nothing but treacherous. Tiring to climb but its peak is an inexplainable site. Results from toiling only amplify the experience. Expectations heighten the joy. There may be a psychic element but the truth of the beauty is correlated to the normative classic perception. The marvel that sprouts from the unexpected is overwhelming. Yet the expectation itself cannot meet the actual experience. The aspiring potentiality fails to comprehend the actual. The mundane tedious wandering is an art. Piercing the mundane enjoys the moments of mechanical affiliation. The same routine killing monsters and receiving gems is overlayed with the open-ended exploration. Each screen is mimicked with different monsters but the same idea. The creativity is not in the monster type but in the protagonist. To decide his fate is to find pleasure in his path. 

A wonderful game for the strategist not the aesthetician. The priorities of the player are pinned against the normal routine of games. Games are to be fun but also realistic. They are to be engaging with the player. NPCs ought to be present to provide guidance. Arcade games were simple straight to the point. Pac-Man has a simple mission but Zelda does not. Zelda is unique since it allows freedom to reach the end. How to reach that end is up to the player. The protagonist has free will in his way to victory. The gameplay is caught in a dialectic since there is no other voices he either decides to beat the game or forever explore. To indulge in eternal trekking all over the map or to search for the dungeons. Yet it is a process game. The dungeons will eventually will be happened upon. Walk in every direction experiment enough and the dungeons will be found. It comes down to patience. The dialectic is apparent because there is so much freedom. Both options are legitimate according to the gameplay. Other games force certain accomplishments to move to the next stage. Zelda observes the player to decide his destiny. Move left, right, up or down. The mindset must be of experience to instil the necessary patience. It is a game of experience not results. Challenging but strategic. 

Zelda’s uniqueness is a favourite. It is tough without proper patience. Be strategic and enjoy the journey. Do not think about the steps to win just the gameplay itself. It separates itself with the soloist episode and lonely atmosphere. It is just the player and the game, just the protagonist and the monsters

Don't Reach Youngblood

By: Jonathan Seidel

Uncle Drew and perceptive judgement

Uncle Drew comically poked at elderly folk kicking youngster butt. Yet it is that false perception and ironic trope that dismantles judging a book by its cover. 

What is more relevant is the obvious belittlement of the elderly. It is not necessarily done maliciously but more to realistic standards. Everyone of the youngsters knows an elderly individual who is immobile. Most old people are incapable of playing intense sports. The onlooker laughs in exaggerated anticipation. There is no way they can pull this off. Once they do, it is this otherworldly event that must be cheered. Clowning those who lie to these folk. How can you lose to an old person. It is their age not their skill that is focused upon. Generalised consensus of elderly capability is projected despite the evident outlier dominating the basketball court. Age should have nothing to do with stand yet it does. No outlier is manifested due to the accepted claim that elderly individuals cannot do this. Instead of praising the unique effort the opponent is shamed for failing to stop the inferior old person. The self accepted identity of an inferior elder demeans their capability. 

Youngsters in pinnacle shape are perceived as the superior individuals. If they lose they must have thrown the game. Brian Scalabrine a former NBA player opened an invitation to play against challengers who thought they could take down the lacklustre former player. He destroyed them. The talent difference was immense. There is a story of a former all-star named OJ Mayo who trashed talked Jordan back in high school at his camp. The elderly Jordan cleared the gym and defeated Mayo easily. The difference in skill is clear despite age. Injuries may hinder peak talent but it cannot erase it. The old folk tearing the young folk was a matter of skill. The only reason the youth had a chance was due to their advanced age and injured limitations. Even if the latter win, it is not a matter of better but luckier. Though body shape and mobility is part of the total package. Cannot play effectively if the body is immobile. Still, if the elderly can motivate their bodies they may be able to be as deadly. 

It is an underdog story only because of their advanced age and physical limitations. Had the youngsters played them in their prime they would be defeated easily. It is a matter of timing that the youth have an edge. Their skill is mediocre compared to their elders. The underdog is the aged skilfully superior. Mobility is still a necessary factor. Giannis Antetokounmpo has two MVP’s but if not for his height he would not be as dominate. His height combined with his athleticism gives him an incredible advantage. His genetics with a strong workout make him a good ball player. Though his skill level is mild, if he wasn't blessed he may have worked on his shooting. Yet given his current frame, it is his body not so much his basketball intangibles that give him an edge on the court. Stephen Curry has skill dribbling the basketball passing and the best shooter. His MVP’s are based on his skill not so much his athleticism. He is short and thus must focus on skills. The basketball hoop is ten feet and one must throw the ball in the hoop. This gives tall people an advantage. There have only been a select few players under six feet and even fewer who actually succeeded. The youngsters do not need skill insofar as they need only outmatch athletically.

It is their skill they must rely on. Similar to the short player, they must demonstrate their secret skill. For Curry that was shooting three pointers efficiently. Finding ways to succeed in a big man’s game. While mobility is a necessary factor to effectively play, it is their preserved lack that undermines their greatness. It runs the same theme as White Man Can’t Jump. Woody Harrelson is a white man and being so he must be un-athletic and a poor player. The movie points to Wesley Snipes’s initial rejection and gradual respect. The movie is identical to a story told of Larry Bird. His teammate Cedric Maxwell trash talked him and was stunned at Larry’s privileges in practice despite his white lanky frame. Making fun to his fellow teammates. Larry kicked Maxwell’s butt up and down the court. Larry’s appearance in a growing Black league saw white players as inferior. Black quarterbacks have received similar stigmas. Appearance garners a conclusion of a perceived fact.

One of the most common polemics against old players is that they were plumbers. It began with Wilt playing a bunch of plumbers to Magic playing a bunch of plumbers to Jordan playing a bunch of plumbers. The near athletic superiority is regulated by medical advancements but such an accusation is false. Players may be better because they have more access and more conditioning yet this does entail that Embid would destroy Shaq, Hakeem, Moses or Wilt. The same goes for other positional players. It is also important to point out rule changes whether concerning dribbling or hand-checking that have altered the game and eased the offensive burden. The game was not only physically tougher foul-wise but also mobility wise. Cousy and plumbers could probably take many modern players as well. There may be a larger variety of better players but contextually players had the same ability. Even if they were plumbers, so is Wilt or Jordan. LeBron or Kobe may dominate the past like they did the present but it would not be any more given the inherent limitations. What makes greats great is how they beat their competition with  the tools they had not what they could have had.   

Watching videos from the 60s and 70s do seem talentless individuals. Their shooting was much less capable to an extent. Yet it is clear that watching film of older games there was a stronger emphasis on offensive uniformity. Meaning that the current travelling and multi-flopping sequences have only magnified the offensive outtake. Yet in the former era that was not allowed. Refs were content with calling fouls on the offence quite often. Watching an old game seems as if they are way worse but the rules made their game difficult. It is true that their talent was probably inferior but the rules did give their contemporary counterparts a grand advantage. Able to gain space with extra steps advanced carrying and phantom fouling only fuels more points. It is not only the three point induction but also the ability to get away with defensive obscurity. Officiation has evolved to favour the offence for audience attraction among other agendas. There are better support systems but it is evident that players back then were handicapped in ways that in today’s game they are liberated. Variables are key to differentiating the times.      

A grave irony, is the explosion of un-athletic European superstars. Luke and Jokic have taken the league by storm. Especially Jokic in his back to back MVPs, recent championship and finals MVP. Both have been attacked for their lacklustre athletic capability and yet they have dominated extensively for the previous years and years to come. Grilled by media and fans for their style of play as well as their build demonstrates a dispelled myth. Joker is one of those critiqued plumbers. Yet he is the best player in the league. His apparent unorthodox style is the new faltering myth. Narration claims athleticism is the key piece. A certain look and a certain ability is the correct method. Jokic is doing the opposite. He is racking up stats but his mere team orientation. Sometimes it’s rules and not athleticism. Weather dribbling travelling or foul calls. It is about skill and he is proving it despite the uniqueness. His style of play is rebuked for its unorthodoxy but is tremendously valuable as a credible alternative to the positivist narrative.           

Surface level deductions are usually wrong. Old means immobile. Exceptions to the rule are varied but yet are then championed as an aspiring hitch. The internal ability lying beneath the surface level perception is the totality of the individual. Eyes are tricky. Drawing conclusions from sight loses the subsequent personification. Stunned from the elder performance is due to the locked in conclusion. The deduction was sealed as an expectation. Yet the elder’s performance brought awe to the unexpected turn of events. It is a mistake to decide too soon. Seeing at face value is not all it’s cooked up to be. There is a deeper layer waiting to be unveiled. Do not judge nor think due to an appearance that is the whole story. Stay away from generalised content. Don’t let appearances fool, always be aware of a deeper layer.  

Present Traumatic Reflective Disorder

By: Jonathan Seidel

Modernity provides such amazing successes and a technologically friendly society bolsters the uniform identity embraced by the public. The internet speaks and people comply. A global hypnosis amounted to brainwashed robots. The insane are the only capable of escape. The experienced hysteria see a more gloomy society one blemished with tainted colours and dead flowers. Trauma resets the brain from the glorious beauty of modernity to its dark abyss. For all its advances its imperfections haunt the debased. Seeing the devil pulling the strings of human society. Puppeteering the masses in harmonious symphony. A beautifully conducted mirage unable to pierce without an error to malfunction the robotic submission. Escaping the mind-numbing pod encasing humanity. A momentary lapse in the organic order. A mistake costing fluidity in the eternal motor of societal development. Instructions functioning marvellously to a common goal. A system almost perfect in its synchronisation. Yet its realism is its own imperfection, its own limitation. Producing unwell candidates that are marginalised, isolated for their insanity. Their ceaseless function to societal improvement is detrimental. The traumatised are somewhere in between. A disruption amidst a journeying glorification instead of a defect from birth. The sudden distortion in the clear path of societal unison disfigures the paradise of collectivism. 

An isolating feeling emerges. It is a passive insistence by the traumatised unable to accord with the present reality. Needing time alone to reassess. Time to calm down relax and collect the self. Society does not brush him aside sweeping him under the rug but attempts to reunite him with the bunch. Caught between regrouping or institutionalisation is a far cry from sanity. His midway house is the distance between two different board games. He either gathers himself reentering society cured or overhauled with emotion must be checked into a psyche ward. His mind ravaged with trouble cannot be balanced with either extreme. Subdued to either option extinguishes his autonomy. An individualism he has only recently realised. One of immense power but also of immense alienation. His trauma is his own and the external help places him in a box. Resilient effort to ensure his capacity to overcome or be overwhelmed. The duality misses the middle ground emerging from his personal terror. The collectivism cannot understand his private retreat. Trying every what way to provide the care selfishly is to fill a void in either camp. 

His experience is his own. His pain his own. Sympathetic gestures are vain to his uncontrollable discomfort. He wishes to be alone. To be with the only one who understands his pain, himself. Feeling alienated with little camaraderie in the state of his sickening ailment he trembles in despair. His burden is personal and the external aid is rife with malicious empathy. He is stuck on an island far away surrounded by infinite sea with no sense of connection. Physically in the spatial proximity but mentally in a far away hellfire volcano. His weakened mental state is subtle to the onlooker but increasingly disheartening to the pained. He clenches his fists gritting his teeth in agony in his privacy. In public, puts on a happy face for momentarily hope and absent questioning. A life he yearns for while eluding eager reporters. Trauma is delicate and personal. A paparazzi leading needless questions are dubious and infuriating. His remarks will mean nothing to them in their insolence. A scale of pain is subjectively monitored. His experience cannot be internalised. It is a waste and only a matter of compounding stress on the sufferer. His aching mind seeks peace alone in the bliss of silence. 

Forced back from the linear monistic direction opens a purview previously invisible. Trauma jerks the mind toward other possibilities. The sole solution cannot be this dire loss. It cannot be this treacherous abyss. This is no eden. There is no wisdom in this plan. It is just manipulated jargon. His time alone in the confines of his bedroom pondering the why’s of his situation only lead to aggressive haste. They inspire regrettable apprehension. Frustrated with his circumstances howling at the moon praying on his knees begging tearing for salvation that never arrives. He is alone in the world with little to salvage his depressive mentality. A hard look at the typical person wreaks cynicism in his heart. In his lonesome pondering he investigates his life. Questioning decisions and values. He sceptically scans his virtues dosing them with incredible scrutiny. Nothing is beyond his criticism, everything is on the table. The previous red lined areas are broken. That red tape is cut and he passes through opening those books and reading the stereotyped heresy. Jericho has fallen. 

His mentors failed him. Their education did not mention this trial. This deceit is imaginably irregular breaking from the pattern taught to him. Flaming in his anger toward the lying institutions who failed him and continue to provide insensitive rationales to lift his spirits. Left alone for his own deciphering he puts a pin in it. He looks for a new avenue. He either takes it to heart whereby rejecting everything acting in the opposite extreme or find a balance refuting much of the normative for a revolutionary ideal more sensible. He is brutally honest brazen in his evaluation. He does not attempt to pander nor conform for others’ acceptance. He has been isolated and will remain this way. His trauma changed him. A new man with a new outlook. He cannot turn back time to the naivety and innocence of his youth. He has reached an impasse. One that is veiled to the programmed. He charts his own path unable to partake in either collectivist group. Struggling from loneliness he attempts to make waves in society but feels mentally desolate. A new ideology misaligned with the calculated computer program. He is alone in the world displaced by the malfunction.

Disillusioned with social fabric he isolates himself for his own serenity. Yet, leaving his cave for some sunlight. Disembarking from his enclosed lair for a moment to satisfy his loneliness. He is not impenetrable. Suffering alone as well as amongst company. The trauma compels him to seek the solace of solitude. A diseased fellow deplored from the effortful encounters. Time is energy something he lacks sufficiently and wishes not to drown in its futileness. He devotes much time with others lost in his mind surviving by a beet. He enjoys the immediate comfort. Even in his room there is only so much he can take. Being alone forever is distressing. Adding stressful elements overwhelming his serene solitude. Unable to maintain the eternal isolation he must flee briefly. He needs some sunlight to expel the devilish loneliness. His mind can only handle so much at a time. He needs some existential affirmation for his own sanity. He loses himself for a quick moment with others but his mind can only concentrate so swiftly temporarily before reverting back to the traumatic override. He leaves in haste back to his safety net to recharge. A space devoid of responsibility other than his sanity.     

Alone and lonesome becomes a burden too much to bare. His mind falls into disarray. Confused and perplexed by the agonising reality persisting day after day. A consistency marked by the internal screaming as his mind deflates into the void of despair. Desperation becomes apparent and he sees no way out. How to overcome this overwhelming disaster. How to avoid self annihilation. How to keep cool under these tense conditions. There is no formula no medication no prayer no spell to repel this disease. Its passing is unknown. Its cure unknown. Stuck in a loop of constant aching reaches a boiling point. A query of doubt enters the unconscious. Weighing the vitality of continuance. Purpose is null in relation to the ongoing calamity plaguing him. He is alone no one knows and no one will care. It is his life and for him to choose. He does not owe anyone anything. Stripped of responsibilities in his immanent desertion. Decrying his reality alone inquires meaning in the hellish abyss. Stubborn confidence and endless search maintain his rampant unstable nature. In the shadow of doubt he meditates on his worth and decides the merit ever yearning for affirmation.     

Painting a picture of his homey habits protect from the terrorising demon. His mind must be occupied endlessly. Purpose in his survival is tactically strategised. The pain must be reduced in any possible capacity. Seeking methods oscillated frequently to keep his mind preoccupied routinely. An imperfect construction but one in his painful paradise. His findings are out of body mementos. He does not concern himself with the average waste of life source. Alone, he focuses internally expanding his mind in various aspects. Tricking his greatest threat to his ally. His mind transforms into an angel developing all the while attempting to annihilate him. He voids the confrontation by supplying his mind with a Scooby snack. Positively reinforced nutrients to advance all the while trembling under his mind’s descent into madness. Fearful of what the future holds but it is in his hands. His mind is his own. He will either crumble under its endless torment or carry the crippling weight to the finish line. It is his battle and one he alone will persist or perish. 

Lonely but empowered by his own skill. Already isolated by the societal dispensation he carves his own path. Trauma is scary, laced with cynical derangement. His disposition to external approval is muddled by his solitary goal of survival. Perpetuated trauma eclipses the meagre extreme unbalanced aggressive frustration. The arduous quest through the persistent suffering bemoans all other favourable optimism. His isolation is self demanded and dire. Trauma recants its desired end for tranquility. He is changed and upon his recovery cannot return. He is forever nuanced. The malfunction has occurred. It cannot be changed. His isolation was his choice yet his mind convinced him of its superiority and serenity. Its consequences are lonely and prideful but provide an optimism for future generations. His story is solidified in the halls of heroic victory. His cathartic surreal experience may not be in the press but his descendants will internalise these skills. Hopefully his narrative eclipses the program. His orality beats the internet’s textuality.  

(K)new Knowledge

By: Jonathan Seidel

Knowledge as externally educated through instruction or experience 

Man is an ignoramus. He alone does not possess knowledge. He is an empty vessel. He is not programmed with knowledge. He is programmed with tendencies and inclination. His genetics formulate his primal nature. He attains more than green eyes and curly hair. He gains analytical and athletic abilities. His base foundation is covered. Each can be altered with practice and strengthened (there are exceptions i.e. diseases). Predetermination is an unavoidable precondition. The knowledge attained thereafter is all externally from the surrounding environment. 

The lack of human knowledge of the brain forbids an honest examination of the self. Does our brain possess a priori knowledge? Can our brain instinctively recall the past or future? Thinking of ourselves as robots who have just been turned on, we may be new but the database creating us is old. The shell is new but the brain is “old”. The possibility of transporting a full brain surgically to another has not been done. Viruses and other immune compromises prevent this possibility for now. Our ignorance questions whether the former person will be them or someone new. If they can interact with the new body. This delves into the question of what makes a person a person. The top science says its the brain (though ironically Descartes say the soul which is in the brain, yet the consensus that such a surgery would be moot due to the mind-body incompatibility may yield the soul as the totality of the person i.e. five levels of the soul). The robot is powered by the core foundation. He is new but he is indebted to his foundation for his creation. He is who he is due to its construction. Freedom is highly regulated to the capabilities given at birth. 

Robotic symbolism procures a fascination into the autonomous reception by its core data. The robot is aware of knowledge by its imported and collected info. Robots learn by mimicking humans. Their ability to grow hinges on human development. Even if they can transcend human finitude, it would be from environmental engagement. Persistent experimentation builds on knowledge. The robotic superiority maintains memory and knowledge better. Better analytical skills and syllogistic reasoning. Suspending human incompetence. More devotion and more crystallisation. Yet this is all due to trial and error. They can only endure through perpetuity. Robots may be faster than humans but concerning knowledge they operate the same way. Knowledge is an objective phenomenon that the mind can only perceive and paradigmatically adduce. The Aristotelians and the Copernicans both saw the same image and conducted an accurate but also inaccurate deduction. Both had a measure of truth that filled the missing portrait. 

Knowledge is inherently external to man. Man meets knowledge in his engagement in the world. The stoic logos deity familiarises with the realistic conceptualisation. Logos is other than the self. Even another person is part of the logos. We are all strung together. Linked to every piece of the universe. The interconnected strings are woven tightly unifying the stillness of nature. The complexity of the organismic uniformity is hidden from view. The surface complexions conceal the deeper details. The visual comprehends the basis of reality. Seeing otherness and categorising their variance. Only through an additional layer of knowledge can there be more division. Observations are profoundly influential but they must be followed up with a hypothesis. Man’s brain racks up data, compartmentalises it and then fuels a response. The human mind seeks distinction in deducing observations. The visual must travel to the cognitive. What does this picture mean. 

Seeking understanding is man’s acknowledgment of his existence. Intellectual collection eases life. It clarifies the nuances and differences. Answering the continuous queries baffling the mind. Unknown’s are scary and annoying. Clarification calms the soul from extensive panic attacks. Man dreams for peace and harmony. Knowledge can be the calming factor. A model of serene faculty. Knowledge is the harmonious present to the human mind. It fills the mind with wonder and ease. It opens new possibilities and moments of recognisable intent. Empirical cultivation seeks to internalise the sensory motivation. Receiving the world into the human mind. Knowledge is a fluid connection with reality. A return to the roots of nature. Man’s basis in nature is to understand it and he is educated by his persistent engagement. A gardener bettering his crops and expanding their life expediency. 

Ambition and dedication flourish to enhance knowledge. Man’s drive innately interacts with the other. The other pounces him with information. Downloading data into his brain. His senses provide the primary tools to capture the data. Data is not merely a quantifiable categorisation but a qualifiable moderation. Data is more than numbers. It is the radical empiricism superseding the strict scientism indoctrinating valued measures. Intelligence is around for man to accept. His intellect telepathically links with the world and records the experience. In the encounter with the outside he grows. It is the external influence that projects a fluctuating trend. His exposure is contextually guided. Nature opens her doors to man. He is awakened in the wild. He is aware of his surroundings. The spiritual sensation on a mountain top away from civilisation is that encounter with true nature. He is unbiased and uncoupled from societal misgivings. He is free and axiomatically struck by nature’s emotions. Liberated to seek understanding. 

The awe-filled encounter is starstruck information. A wondrous intelligence smacking you in the face. A targeted attack to remind of the true presence. Attaining knowledge in the hilltops and roaring rivers fuels the sublime. When knowledge comes, quantifiable data loses its edge. It becomes a needless importance but without the fun. Stealing all the joy of study. The human trek to knowledge must meet it halfway. Textbook knowledge is facts. Such data mars the experience. The endless wonder encircling the mighty creations enhances the psychic link to the moment. A meditative session seeks deeper than appearance. The spiritual prowess is a revelational conduit. It is a oneness with life itself. A recognition of the organismic interconnectedness. The esoteric knowledge is spoken by the mountain to man in intentional motivation. No words just sensational vibrations. A harmonious linkage of natural progression.

The eternal matrix is the precursor to all human knowledge. Man is the intelligent receiver. He is type AB blood, a universal receiver. He gives back with the knowledge attained in nature. He configures the physics of the world to fit an agenda. He combines chemistry to better lived experience. It is what he finds out in the world that he moulds to his own benefit. Consistent research brings lofty results. He falters and subsequently succeeds. Learning as time goes along. He questions and answers. Second guessing and promoting. He is simple but complex. Coordinating to ensure the best life possible. From an empty shell he transforms into an exaggerated puffer fish. 

Emotive Response

By: Jonathan Seidel

Orality as lived experience—not declarative 

The power of speech contains emotions  and intention. We talk with tone and rhythm. Speaking does not require signifiers. It is obvious if someone is sad or angry by their tone. People speak methodically to convey their points. Emotive feeling is part of the terminology. Words are laced with feeling. Words are never bland, never robotic. Even dispassionate speech provides emotive access. The disinterested remark coneys spite and coyness to the other.

Speech is a holistic exercise that gives the self to the other. It is the self proclaiming himself to the other. The verbal exchange places context to the situation. All the variables are present. Speech is an all inclusive expression. It involves the mutuality of the self and the the other. The other is the intentioned subject concentrated. Speech is situational and complex. Speech is historicised and eternal. Its paradoxical nature is marked by its phonology. Clarity to the listener is beyond the words. The intention of the speaker. Words mean certain things but it is what is beyond them that is important. 

Speech requires another. It is formidable in its connective ability. It binds people by comprehension and cohesion. Words are necessarily implanted to gain but also to bond. It links people in an experiential presence. Stares are only surface complexions. They prey on our social sensibilities. We perceive stereotypical and shallow influences. A true experience can only be explored post speech or with sufficient concentration. An encounter without speech is surface level communication. Words need not project interest but body language limits experience. Reduced knowledge reduces intimacy reducing experience.  

Speech entices the other into a frame game.  The game is directional and concentrated. The frame fixates the speaker and listener in dichotomous positions. The speaker is the initiator and the listener the respondent. There is reactionary reversals but that follows the speaker’s words. The frame establishes “ground rules”. A listener can only respond to what he has heard. He may interject but he can only reply to a statement. Each has a part and plays it to perfection. Communication is an exercise in connection. Reacting to one another is enclosed to the game’s boundaries. An overhearer may interrupt with a comment but they lack the experiential centrality. The lack of the speaker’s directed intent devolves the comment. Yet the overhearer’s speech becomes experiential if internalised by the listener. 

The other is engulfed in the words of the other. Speech is a hypnosis galvanising engagement. Speech draws in interest. It is the listener’s participation encouraging the storytelling. It is a narration in unbridled territory. Words culminate in a mutual factory. The presence is heightened by considerable impassioned commitment. Words are linked succinctly as an experiential pattern encompassing the listener. The duo are placed on a higher plane with a secret code. The words may be mundane but the flow of information is “metaphysical”. It is sacred transmission of knowledge binding the speaker and listener. The speaker has disarmed himself by eluding to privy knowledge while the listener graciously accepts. The listener grows from an ignoramus to intelligent. 

Speech unburdens oneself and tearing down the walls. It is a release of self defence. It allows the self to open up to others. An internal expression breathing with sounds. Feelings are uncategorised uncompiled unstated hyper thoughts with no direction. They are bouncing off the walls. Speech provides structure to those words. They are expressed openly and internalised in the speaker’s mind. The sounds are aligned in sentence syntax. Words form language rules. It is the chess options of language that visits the frame. It enables flowing thoughts coherently. Bottled-up feelings are exploited in framed comprehension. Feelings are intimate and do not generally see the light of day. Speech is the vehicle to exploit the internal sceptic. Confidently opening up to others is a measure of maturity. Words formulate the pleasure to communicate the dark innards to the world. 

Shy people carefully conceal their speech. A foreigner thinks deeply before articulating. Fluency garners confidence. The message to convey needs to be precise in word and tone. It is not simply the sounds but their melody. It is less about contribution and more about embarrassment. Speech is a public expression. It is scary to the rarity. Those who do not frequently talk are shellshocked. Too frozen to act. A guy who sees a pretty girl at the other side of the room stop in his tracks. Startled with emotions swelling he forgets to breathe. His ability to talk clearly turns into gibberish muttering. Heart racing hoping to impress he is stuck in his head instead of his words. Fearful of his response before she even replies. Stop thinking stop worrying and start talking. It is not an easy task. Emotions influence his actions. The curse of embarrassment will pass, regret may never. Let the emotions to flow and concentrate o speech. Let your emotions fall to waste side as he opens his opens himself up to her. 

Overthinking is the antithesis of speech. It collects the mumbo jumbo of the near future. What will happen next? Pondering endless possibilities. Mitigating the worrisome willy collaborates the divergent potentialities in selected boxes. Overthinking does mix with speech. Yet at least spoken out-loud either diffuses the ridiculous scenarios and places the others in realistic opportunities. It is an external reminder to the self. The step forward is placing the thought in context. The internal idea is a floating hub of cynicism. It is the word manifesting the uncensored. The abstract becomes concrete; the ideal becomes tangible. Realistic investigations nauseate the impending multiplicity. Action is primary. Yip yapping may come off sly and dry but it is the intention to impress and influence that demands coherence. Giddy movements stalled by composure comprehensively evince linearity.        

Linearity is mustered courage. It is straight arrow phonetics. Syntax and semantics surge in the face of emotional discombobulation. Providing rationalised elucidation to the unstable uncertainty. A calming version of the abstracted ideal. Sentences can be riddled with emotional overhaul. Feelings leaked out immobilise the perfect intent. The vision is marred by the mental state. Immeasurable consequences result from diverted target. Distress messes with focused aim but it also allows those to come out. Emotional response may be the intentioned mode. Anger and sadness are mental reactions that blur speech but they are purposeful replies. The mental state overwhelms the verbal fluidity with rhythmic overtones. It alters the pitch and duration of the speaker in ways unimagined. Goals are subverted by mental strain. The brain sensing trouble transmits anxiety stifling a clear response. Anxiety is a state of panic obscuring the main focus to speak.  

Emotive response is not a lonely wallowing. The listener is affected by the speaker’s sorrows. His reply is a verbal acknowledgement of the sensation. His reaction is mutually inclusive. He cannot feel the speaker’s physical pain but he can feel it in his tone. The physical cannot be transferred but the emotional can. It cuts deeps and brings about physiological manifestations. The brain’s anxiety sends messages to the body to act in a certain way. Emotional impression can be gestural or speechless. Facial expression “speaks” to the onlooker. The onlooker is a listener even if he has not heard. Facial expression can articulate guesswork, only words can verify it. Speech is the precise utterance of internal feelings. The onlooker becomes a listener when he responds. He isn’t technically a listener when he asks what is wrong. There is no speaker here, only an actor. The listener uniquely comprehends concisely the speaker’s motive.

The listener is in a unique situation. Unlike the onlooker, the listener internalises the intimacy. It is not a plea but a request. A directed individual is contacted for deep connection. The speaker is placing their problem in the other’s hands. He is giving over himself, his own privacy is now privately transferred to the other. Unlike an internet browser, this knowledge is encrypted. Though it is possible that given surveillance and potential bystanders, the information could be public but for the most part this is dark web-like messaging. The password protected program is conversationally confidential. The message is for the intended ears only. Even onlookers who may hear did not listen. They were directed and thus missed cues. Language is contextual: missing the full conversation, the tone or remedy will result in a miscommunication. Dozing off will do the same. It is a concentrated exclusivist club. Only the speaker and listener are aware of the info and feelings about the info. A secret handshake with a sacred code. 

Dialogue is a mutual agreement. The speaker entrusts his privacy to the listener. The rules monitor loyalty and the parameters of the social contract. Selfishness brews distrust and isolation. Unpopularity is the key consequence for terrible secret-keeping. Even if unintentional is betrayal. What is said in confidence remains in confidence. The inexperienced will to mistake the sacred from the profane. Tweeting secrets against the speaker’s will. No knowledge shall be passed to another without the speaker’s intent. Even if unspecified without consent, it is betrayal. The full range of the transferred info provides the key to permission. Ideally the third party has no stake nor credibility to hear the information. Going to a third party is sacrilege. The experiential dialogue does more than exhibit information, it is the measure of that information. The intent shines in the emotive magnitude. The listener internalises the clarifying message. Without the storyteller present the message is featherless. 

Overhearing a message is inevitable. Our ears pick up sound frequencies unconsciously. We make out parcels of the communication but not enough to fully comprehend the message. We may attempt to eavesdrop on the conversation. Our greedy desire to know compels us to interfere. Yet that which isn’t directed can easily be misconstrued. The totality of dialogue is a powerful message to the receiver. The listener can be an overhearer. A backgrounder, a prying busybody. Yet he is not the aim. The receiver is the speaker’s target not the extra listeners on the periphery. The listener could be an eavesdropper but the listener is really a hearer. The difference being the hearer makes out sounds but does not internalise the message. He cannot since he is not the intended target. He wishes to pry but only makes out noise. It’s a commotion of babel that misses the key aspects surrounding the verbalism.        

Sometimes there are no listeners. At least no people present. Many may see talking to yourself as weird or mentally troubling but it is indeed an empowering exercise. Though caution, speaking aloud in public, stares with peculiar expressions will frequent. The meditative spirit of reflective unison. The introspective origin is the profound analysation of the self. The speaker and the listener are the same person. The self is refracted as an external entity. A hologram reflected with A.I. technology. The self is evaluated and speaks internally. The self is its own game of solo table tennis. The backside is bent up vertically and a volley proceeds. Self-talk is an exercise to remind oneself and ponder possibilities. Prayer is at times designed as a memory game. Reminding oneself of what is important. It is a codified valuational daily lesson. A few moments of introspection bewilders the expansive extensiveness of the self. The self is exposed to a depth analysis. 

Self-talk is a targeted reaction to the self.  The self is filled with the totality of the self as it perceives from its own external perception. Simultaneously speaking and listening is a twofold job. It requires honest evaluation of the self. The entirely of the self is responsive to the steel-manned self. The speaker is filled with biases yet experientially he must distance himself from himself. the speaker must disassociate from the self. Rational argumentation devoid of emotional static provides unbiased conclusions. It is not entirely unavoidable and the emotional elements is necessary but not as the self’s feelings. The response cannot eliminate yet can mitigate. Talking aloud forces the internal communication to becomes an external conversation. Talking in the concrete world. It is not internal commotion but syllogistic analysation. Once the dialogue exceeds the self’s mainframe to the real world, it becomes a dialogue with the other over sensible feelings. The thought transforms into a speech. Speech not only standardises the discussion but also conceptualises the realistic consequences. Speech is fluid but codified. It is not an afterthought, a lucid dismissive idea. Instead the dialogue is constructive and debated in the open. 

Otherness is a looking past the selfish motivation. Speech is directed even towards self being. It is directed content in verbal mastery. The words cut deeper in an enduring dialectical debate. Verbalism even to the self accords some sort of “objectivity” to the relational dialogue. Intent is necessarily imperative. The speaker and listener are bound by the experience. The experience is the absolution of the speech internalised by the reader. The overview of this communicative force brings the other’s force In the mini-universe created in dialogue. A reality is created words are cemented in the sphere. The mentioning is embedded in the face of cognitive reliance. The speaker and listener are intertwined in a temporary conversation that ceases momentarily but lasts forever. The long time memory holds onto this conversation, forever engraved in man’s soul. It lacks the forefront memory but is eternally manifested. The world onto itself constructed in the chess-like language game has accepted parameters. It follows the engaged beings in a profound measure of resilient formidability.