Possibly it is not that our human experience is derived from mechanical 
fundamentals, it is merely customized, and it is customized because 
experience can be understood as customization itself. Every moment that we 
live in and live through is tailor-made for “us”, not just as individuals, 
but as also as the living history of all that has gone before us. “We” are 
an influx of proprietary relativism against a backdrop of the same, but 
twisted 180 degrees so that it is a representation of its opposite.

If private sense is the experienced ratio of all that is directly 
historical to the self against all that is indirectly historical, then its 
opposite would be a sense of public generality and fundamentalism in which 
privacy is granulated and diagonalized into oblivion. We call this 
diagonalization entropy, where all that has form and function begins to 
break down and decay before our eyes, while its continuous replenishment 
leads and follows behind our backs. The idea of emulation is to escape 
entropy by building a conscious machine from generic digits. It is to build 
the driver of a car from the car’s exhaust.

As our consciousness does its job of tuning us in to a personalized and 
familiar experience, the unseen effect is that we are tuned out to the 
unfamiliar by perceptual approximation. That which is unique is elided and 
generalized. When we look casually at a thousand oranges, we can’t tell 
them apart. Each one is, from an absolute perspective, a unique and 
unrepeatable event in the universe, but because we cannot identify with a 
fruit tree’s experience, it becomes just ‘an orange’ to us. Behind the 
absolute uniqueness of every experience is uniqueness itself – an 
impossible improbability which teases itself into a kind of self-hypnosis 
of pantomimed multiplicity and repetition.

That which is initiated manually as custom intent is reverberated back to 
us in countless extensions, each conspiring with the other to effect a 
consensus in the image of futility. The universe’s mute response, “the 
silence of God” is, surprisingly, evidence of our own prominent exception 
to the rule of indifference. Our struggle against entropy, as individuals 
and as living ecosystems dating back to the Pre-Cambrian is in stark 
contrast to the representation of all that is public. That we can tell the 
difference is the difference. That we can sense and make sense is not just 
a miracle, it is the miracle which makes the appearance of ordinary 
possible. It is through that appearance that we can forget the past, while 
still remembering it, and build new worlds without risk of repeating 
ourselves exactly.

The trick is to rig the reflection so that it hides the absolute truth, so 
that the miraculous appears ordinary and generic and the proprietary 
appears as an unexplainable fluke.

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