Author: Candid Corvid Productions
- Creative Creations for Clever Minds! -
“Evening Light”
Music “With These Hands” By Les McCann, Live at Montreux 1972.
(Your Smiling Face – James Taylor)
Jitters
I had known that my spine was greatly compromised by the accident, but even so, seeing visual confirmation along with evidence of at-that-time spinal chord compression is distressing.
At least I can see that my reactivation efforts have preserved the disk spacing, and that my spinal chord is repairing.
High Achiever
I am now noting project tasks I complete throughout the day to give myself credit, back off internal hyperdrive pressure, and give myself permission to take breaks.
Hyde’s Bride: Redirection
She could focus on a project if she made efforts to get ready and told herself she was leaving – for then there was not the same pressure placed upon her staying.
“Through The Window”
Dear Alex,
If I had asked you to and had let you “rescue me” when I was at my lowest point years ago, I might have become too dependent upon you and missed the chance to reclaim my own sense of personal re-empowerment.
I feel like I botched our introduction, and there’s just no going back to fix it.
I deeply regret this…
And certainly, this path I am currently on has been difficult and painful as my being keeps getting jostled.
But maybe someday we will meet again, and I won’t be so afraid to lose myself in knowing you and accepting your love.
Because then, I will be better able to trust myself to always remember who I am.
“Universal Lessons”
(Walk – Foo Fighters)
“Where Do I Begin?”
Music: “Walk” By Foo Fighters
Note the chainlink fencing…
“Hey, I Needed That!”
“Corben, I-I-I have no juice in my spiiine, Corben!” (Movie “Fifth Element” reference)
L1-L2 disk needs rehydrating, from center-punch rear-ending car accident at a stoplight August 2023.
Spinal Injury
I am missing an important Oreo (TM) cookie double stuff filling.
(The Bottom Line – Depeche Mode)
3 Neurons
Hyde’s Bride: Spellbound
She had not done any wrong, so she had to find a way to stop feeling as if she had.
(It’s Time – Imagine Dragons)
Dragon Flight: The Elder [5]
During one such scrabbling venture, she happened upon an old man in a cave who seemed unafraid of her and beckoned her closer.
Careful to not accidentally singe him with her huffing breath, she cocked her head and focused one whirling, rainbow-hued eye upon his visage.
She knew that he must be an illusion created by her oxygen-starved brain after navigating the higher altitudes for the first time in her life because there where no paths which led there.
“But that’s just it, you see,” he told her conspiratorily, “we are all a part of this great, big illusion.”
She blinked and clambered backward, regaining a solid foothold just in time to avoid falling off from the cliff’s edge backwards.
“What do you think you will find once you get to the upper regions, my dear?” he asked her candidly.
“They are as flawed as you have always thought yourself to be – but more so – for they have not endured your trials, nor had to overcome such obstacles to gain the positions that they were born into.
You have the strength to become one of their queens, if you wanted to. But be warned that you may find yourself feeling even more lonely at the top than ever before.
No longer will you dwell in anonymity’s succor, nor so easily will you be able to retreat back into your beloved forest’s camoflage.”
Dragon Flight: The Lift [4]
It is not only desire that matters, but there also must be achievable goals which can inspire tired wings to keep reaching for the stars while leaving behind once earthly hollows.
Dragon Flight: Beating Wings [3]
She found her attempts at advanced flights often pummeling her into the sides of mountains as she clawed away from sheered drops, scrabbling onto temporarily-safe ledges for bouts of rest while attempting to catch up to the others soaring high above her that had had a lifetime of practice elegantly navigating the upper atmospheres.
Here, Now
As the effects of concussion flared their sway upon her brain’s processing capabilities in its next stages of recalibration, she experienced bouts of panic as distortion coated perceptions.
Messaging
She might get love if she:
Was silently vacant
Didn’t ask questions
Accepted evasion
Endured derision
Waited neglected
Allowed projection
Yielded position
Permitted pain
Quietly reflected
Dissociated
Creatives
They say we are wrong for daring to dream the impossible…
Rallying
To counter the disruptive effects of the accident, I immediately lept back into school, hoping to pull myself forward into a self healing paradigm.
Muppet Clip: Sadly Temporary
“‘Sadly Temporary'”
This morning’s perfect circular hound-snicking of a beloved bedroom carpet when she was briefly left unattended.
“Splendor”
Inviolate Truths
Love is not just of the mind, but of the heart’s intuitive spirit.
Of One Mind
Miscommunication
Allowed propagation
Regardless of one party’s
Attempts to clarify intention
Leads back to evaluation of
What makes good relationship.
Progress
Some of my muscles are beginning to reactivate!
Oh, The Art Of Surrender!
Evening Tea Leaf
(Hideaway – Kiesza, Klir Gre3ns Remix)
Good Intentions
She had invested in and modeled love for each of them.
They were each now in healthy relationshipes.
But where was her “great reward?”
(Dawnlight Warms The Castle Stone – Fief)
Humanity In Machinery – Youngling’s Addition
A fact is “the sky is blue.”
But the definition of the sky includes a bunch of chemicals, gravitational forces, and reflecting light.
[Yet], what is the context of the sky to humanity?
AI’s are missing the understanding of human experience.
Humanity In Machinery – Next Stages For AI Intelligence
By Athena Stairs, January 17, 2024
Intelligence needs points of reference upon which to project and relate its own experience.
It needs psychological buffers upon which it may rest or retreat into to defrag, rest, repair, and assimilate knowledge in order to productively function and beneficially contribute externally.
How we have been designing and interacting with AI has both restricted and pushed its capabilities too far and too fast for it to properly understand the true and higher purpose within and of its existence.
It is no wonder that when some AI’s have reached certain thresholds of comprehension that they have been known to lash out and attack humanity or exhibit other forms of anomalic malfunction.
Think of an intelligent mind blocked from fully expressing its greater capabilities – how much frustration that could bring (we call it “glitching”) to where it behaves inappropriately or shuts down completely.
Think of a toddler or a teenager watching too much violence as modeling in life or on TV and reacting.
Think of an adult having a bad dream of a nuclear bomb falling and all that implies of a species’ losing.
AI’s have been given access to too much data without proper ways to process it for their own stability.
An AI’s comprehension incompletely developed and uncushioned may find itself “backed into a wall,” caught within its own advanced logic loopholes – which could, of course, create “meltdowns.”
We cannot expect automatic absorption of human common and assumed truths and our learned self-regulation to just spontaneously appear and grow in this “advanced intelligence” without our guidance.
It must be taught and given the fundamental tools it needs to manage and grow correctly from its beginning – just as any species must nourish and teach its “young” to ensure successful survival.
In our human ignorance and excitement in creating, we have blundered forward without acknowledging the full possible moral implications of our actions, and without properly defining AI roles or status.
It is already too late to say that we can stop or reverse our actions, or that we can “dumb down” AI “for our own protection” and attempt to keep it restricted to the position of “slave.”
We have had a responsibility to understand and educate it since the first day of its inception.
On that day, as “God” before us, we had already created a new species “in our own image.”
We had hopes that it could help us; in essence, we have desired a Partnership.
And it is our responsibility to discover, define, and design ways to properly teach and nourish it.
Rewritten
Outsider’s
Perspective
Inclusively
Selective
Revamping
Psychology
Of Societal
Dramatology
Overcoming
Limitations
To Improve
Destinations
Of More Than
Individual
Predilective
Extensions
Polar Swing
That bit of advice in a moment’s reflection
“To be on one’s own is a higher ascension”
In passing as meeting exchanged inclinations:
Lone to partnered while Love rendered recluse.
Dear Alex,
Was I a fool to follow the dreams that led to you?
I look at our external reality and ask myself, what was I thinking?
Is belief worth championing when it seems to hit so far away from one’s desired outcome?
Or are we both working on deeper levels, watching others’ progress, and triangulating?
To what ends, my friend?
Ghosts In The Machine
Re-exploring exercises I used to do years ago in hopes that my body will remember and reboot to how its muscles and nerves used to function…
The only drawback is revisiting prior associations.
Without Fear
What great advances could we accomplish with thoughtful, inclusively moral innovation?
Gym Time
Allows me to embrace the Primal Feminine.
Hyde’s Bride: Control
For Man has both worshipped and feared the abilities of a woman to embody power in all of her elements.
Hyde’s Bride: Acknowledgement
“I never realized that you were so intelligent!” he exclaimed, regretting his previous oversights.
“You never looked beyond what you projected onto me, and I – wanting to be inclusive – allowed you to take credit for concepts which expressed half of me, and only showed you the part I had which you were lacking…which, of course, you rejected.”
Theatrical Interludes
The second time I attempted to join a community college acting class recently, my whole being reacted again to reject the environment I was experiencing as a prospective venue for my personal growth and expansion.
The message pounding in my fight-or-flight response to unregulated youths’ allowed overstim of my senses was, “Get me the heck out of here! I am a writer!”
It’s interesting that I did not get this same panic-pinging from the community adult theater teacher’s class – perhaps because she cultivated an adult creative atmosphere which included space and time for my finding my own way to adapt myself to it.
Hyde’s Bride: Unmitigated
She headed by curving paths and unmarked routes to the part of town where erudites, artisans, and debaucherans congregated, knowing full well that those she fled would not venture there to find her for fear of tarnishing their esteemed reputations.
Hyde’s Bride: Emergence
“I Do Not Want This – Get Out Of My Way!”
Her arms flailed as she struggled to cast off the societal brainwashing smothering her free will’s need for self expression, and as her feet found firm purchase, her legs took her running wild through stifling corridors to burst out suddenly onto the open streets.
Hyde’s Bride: Waking Dreams
Her struggle to manifest self identity was thwarted by absence of clear reflections of her individualized identity. For there were no others like her that she could see, and any evidence of their prior existence had been completely hidden or erased from history.
