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[sparksol]

I keep coming to realizations I'm fairly certain I've realized before. Could be déjà vu, could be a poor memory, or other things.

This particular one goes like this:

I don't have a life, as most people I deal with understand it or care.
I have several lives. About half of them are online, and the rest on various other fictional worlds; each of which is only tangentially related to this one because of the connecting point of Me in the local meatspace.

None of this particularly bothers me.

I don't care about this life, except insofar as it allows me to continue the other ones I have. This will bother some people...or it would, if I let it be generally known. I'll let them know if they ask, but I won't be broadcasting the information (other than here, anyway) to everyone around me.

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[jacel]

It was just like some ancient electricity-powered computer; it didn't matter how fast, error-free, and tireless it was, it didn't matter how great a labour-saving boon it was, it didn't matter what it could do our how many different ways it could amaze; if you pulled its plug out, or just hit the Off button, all it became was a lump of matter; all its programs became just settings, dead instructions, and all its computations vanished as quickly as they'd moved.

It was, also, like the dependency of the human-basic brain on the human-basic body; no matter how intelligent, perceptive and gifted you were, no matter how entirely you lived for the ascetic rewards of the intellect and eschewed the material world and the ignobility of the flesh, if you heart just gave out...

That was the Dependency Principle; that you could never forget where your Off switches were located, even if it was somewhere tiresome.

Iain M Banks, 'Excession'. A book I heartily recommend to everyone.

[sparksol.livejournal.com]

That is indeed part of the realization.