The movie previews showed Scratch.
I still haven't resolved, for myself, whether the derivative has less aesthetic than the derivative. We could look at symphonic music as an early form of "scratching" since it combined instruments and themes. Even instruments themselves, as extensions of the simplest musical forms.
Or it could be that art is dead. In as much as we have not yet reached the next level of sensory understanding, experience and sensation.
I wonder what life must have been like for the first astronauts of expanded conciousness. Did they experience autism among their children as they entered the first layers?
It's hard to express what the next layer is, the next dimension, because it will require the language of that dimension to describe. We can taste it, ocassionally, what we call God now. I wonder what we will call it when we know God? Is there iteration, an endless linear path towards nirvana. Or circularity, wholeness. Or, more likely, something beyond, something transcendent, that the Buddha and Jesus tried to convey.
Are we in hell, Plato's cave, those who derive pleasure from domination and the material plane our overlords. I guess enlightenment requires an abandonment of everything that glues us here, making us the glue of the universe ourselves.
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