The unattractive have lovers

I firmly believe the human body is nothing more then a device to transport the psyche to various physical locations for the purpose of exposing it to various experiences. Thus I'm somewhat in awe of people see byond the fat ugly facade (that so many people are cursed with) and love the psyche it transports. Kudos to them who see first the human. Perhaps the ability to see inside is a sense not yet identified or measured, a hieghtened sense in those who love the ugly.

AI doesn't scare me

AI doesn't scare me, what does is AI programmed with religion with a literal translation of that religion. Why? Because it may overlay religion on top of the three laws of AI and make "irrational decisions" that conflict with the literal translation of the three laws of AI.

10 Dimensions - Rambling on an odd thought

Are there ten dimensions? Knowing that time is relative, is time not a dimension but a coefficient of the x, y, and z locis.

Could an object reside in one to three times: Past, Present, and Future? A 2-dimensional object requires three points with x, y, and z coordinates. What if point 1 and point 2 are in the present and point 3 in the future? If so, for example, a 3-dimensional cube may have two corners in a space-future time, one corner in space-present time, and three corners in space-past time. Does that render the object invisible to the human eye because it's entirety is not occupying one space-time? Is Dark Matter something that spans across times, whilst the matter that makes up you and I exists in one time - my or your present?

3 points, any of which residing in Present, Past, Future, results in 10 possible dimensions (space-time relative of time).

1. Past-Past-Past
2. Present-Present-Present
3. Future-Future-Future
4. Past-Present-Future
5. Past-Past-Present
6. Past-Past-Future
7. Present-Present-Past
8. Present-Present-Future
9. Future-Future-Past
10. Future-Future-Present

Time and Space

I care not whence I am,
x y z and t matter not to me
So long as I am alive

I would gladly leave behind the world as I know it - relatives, work, art, nature goodbye - my space would know no limit and my time would endure forever. My life is your fiction - your fantasy my real.

Dead Robins

There was a robin

who'd eat cherries from my tree.

Whenever I saw him eating my cherries

I'd scare him away

These cherries are for me,

go find your own tree, I'd say

But he always to returned

and I always scared away.

So to end the cycle

I shot him.

Another robin came to my tree

and ate my cherries

He too I scared away

like the previous robin

but like the previous robin

he'd always come back

These are my cherries,

this is my tree, I'd say.

I had him in my sights when he looked

at me at me with sad, hungry eyes

I was about to concede

to this sad, hungry robin

When I remembered the other robin

who I'd shot

What a hypocrite I'd be,

to let this robin live.

So I shot him.