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The Right to be forgotten did not apply to me  The open free web did not apply to me The employability of computer science graduates did not apply to me Fear and destruction  applied to me.  When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;                                                         W.B Yeats 

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s In deepest consequence.                                                 Banquo. Act 1 Scene 3. Macbeth Stripped of  privacy. Stripped of  anonymity.  Led into their pre-meditated trap A stabbed identity Forced to hear their words.. of  Language. Logic. Truth. Do you need any financial help? What about your employment ? What about the future? What about our children?  They need their parents to provide  The best in life for them. Scholarships to Oxbridge Because we can! We want you to get away from us!  Away from our perfect destiny  Forced to hear her words  Their Privacy. Protection. Power  Privileged and unrivaled  of the most elite importance.  Th...

A private life. A public life. The unfinished Greek tragedy; hubris nemesis catharsis Enter stage left: The Believers, The Fools, The Hypocrites, The Sycophants Enter stage right: His Majesty, the King. The Protector, to royal fanfare. The celebrated performance speech of His Majesty, the annual address to banish the naysayers. "I am delighted and most proud to protect and defend our great realm. This sceptred isle. To protect you all, all my most dearest and loyal flock" An audience member arose, weak and timidly she spoke. Her voice trembled with fear. "Every person's unrivalled privacy protected ? For My most private Data exchanged had been deleted (as believed and trusted), but instead it was taken (purposely), encrypted (allegedly), stored (without my consent) and discovered (to my total detriment) and shared by and with others. All without my control or my consent. and then My Identity, of once great self worth, and dignity, revealed, given a...

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. ”  ―  Rabindranath Tagore ,  Stray Birds "They will watch you like a hawk"  I had warned, in a vain attempt to protect my Privacy, but would be ignored. My privacy was nothing. My identity was nothing. Cast out to devour. To crucify. Here where no Jesus hears and saves the wretched or puts things right. No deliverance from  salvation. No righteous path  to enlightenment. Only the  savage  desecration of the free mind dominates. The violated inner sanctum of human privacy.  Stripped of  privacy.  Anonymity laid  naked  for all to see. An Identity stabbed.  Here the perpetual cycle of openness of  raw hypocrisy and cold  fear holds dominion now. Proud Honorary fellowships to the great architects of our demise and the cruel consequences to suffer alone. "They want to help you" cries the voice. The tortured False words will ring out...

"Those aren't your memories. They're somebody else's" Blade Runner. 1982. The father held his young son's hand tightly, very tightly, as the train approached the opposite platform at Aldermaston station. Together they watched as the train finally ground to a halt. The father picked up his son, smiled at him and  motioned to him to wave at the passengers on the train opposite. The son, half perplexed, waved at the strangers on the train.  No one waved back. The father and son looked up and down all carriages of the train for a few minutes, waving, hoping.  No one waved back.  The son stopped waving. The father spotted a stranger in the last carriage. The stranger was waving. The father  pointed animatedly to the stranger. Motioning his son to look. His son looked up at the stranger. He did not know the stranger who had  waved back and smiled at him. He outstretched his small hand waved and smiled at the stranger.   The train pulled slowly away fr...

" Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice"  - Steve Jobs   I did not speak to the lady in the adjacent seat to me on the plane to Portugal, but she would have a profound affect on me.  She had quietly moved into the seat.  With effortless elegance and poise she had moved. It was as if she had almost floated into her seat.  Here she sat, next to me. Her hands neatly folded in her lap.  She closed her eyes.  If Calm and Serenity had a human face, it was here, beside me; captivating and holding  a moment in time. Around her was noise. Within her was silence.  How I longed to hear that silence too.  Like  an old lost friend I once knew so well is silence.  Silence lying deep deep in the realms underneath shrouded  in that inner peace, I once held within.  The silence I fear to enter now, for the outstretched hand with a  knife of Trust, which cuts and cuts my silence. ...

“The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.”   ―  Stephen Hawking Hold on tight to your Reality.  Dark Matter is all around you. Anti matter and matter - laughable! A flicker. I recall the image of a student stood there on a stage. I recall the moment I arose to applaud him. To applaud him for his courage. To applaud him for his audacity. To applaud him for non conformity. To applaud him for not accepting Reality. Monday 5.50 am I looked up at the dark sky. I had never seen so black, black a sky before. A majestic Royal canvas of priceless diamonds on a blanket of deepest Jet.   The crescent moon and  constellations gleamed so bright; piercing and stabbing my eyes to look away. Yet amidst the beauty laid out before me, I felt so afraid. I realised  I had a long way to go yet. Along way within. Discovery and exploration. I had asked for Nothing. Wanted Nothing. Yet fell so far and shattered so deep...

"There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity."  -    Rabindranath Tagore Why? I asked. The voices did not answer. I looked along the street and upwards. Above the rooflines. Into the depths of the noise. It was there that I found it and felt it. The stillness “Logic is the art of non-contradictory identification. A contradiction cannot exist. No concept man forms is valid unless he integrates it without contradiction into the total sum of his knowledge. To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one’s thinking; to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one’s mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality”  ―  Ayn Rand ,  Atlas Shrugged

“When the image is new, the world is new.”   ―  Gaston Bachelard ,  The Poetics of Space The digital image lasts forever, the oil painting will  not last forever. Millions and millions of pixels coming together to create their story. What is their story? It matters not, for the numbers will tell you. Integrity and Trust measured by numbers. Sorrow and Pain  measured by numbers. Accolades and awards measured by numbers and association. Memories are  worthless, hurtful, painful complex numbers.  Cast out and thrown to the masses,  alongside lost Names and Identities to devour, gossip  and feast upon. Nothing private,  nothing sacrosanct remaining.   Trust ensnared, cut, opened up and bled to benefit the rules of Logic and Reason.  Take, take it all,  all the zest you can steal,  laugh away   and  pass on to the condescended.  Remember to Reduce to the lowest form,  debase of  value or any nu...

“Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.” ― Ayn Rand,  The Fountainhead Numbers Matter. They rule lives. They influence and direct everything from economies,  governments,  to oiling the wheels of humanity. Man creates numbers. Man controls numbers. Man disposes of numbers. Man achieves his aims. Man achieves his goals. Programmed with ambition to succeed and achieve. To be trusted and righteous. Here there is no place for words. Words are empty. They are without logic and without form. They are redundant, meaningless and pathetic! Nothing ever good was achieved with words. A world of 1s and 0s only exists now. This is what is required. This is how it will be. Numbers not Words: Numbers sustain. Numbers give life. Numbers give ambition. Nothing lies in between. “A nothing will serve just as well as a something about which nothing could be said.” ―  Ludwig Wittgenstein ,  Philosophical Investigations

"I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on th'other" - Macbeth ,  Shakespeare     Living. I think I am. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes a little. But I am not dead. Of that matter I am certain. But most of the time I think I am wobbling.Yes that's what I am doing. Foundations rocked, Fears ruling night and day. Be proud  voila! The Wobble. Sometime the wobbles are wide, there is no way out, no help afforded and sometimes the wobbles are minute. An unseen oscillation with all of Planet Earth. A profound vibration when in time, motion and tune. The beautiful resonating moment. But either way good and bad, I wobble. Yes that's what I am doing, wobbling. I know not for how long or when. It matters not, least to the makers of the wobble. The unseen consequences of no one's Matter to care,  But protection of the mind sought in the controlled state, where injustice, perpetuated images ...

" We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard" - JF Kennedy President of America   I did not want to go there. But the new bus route home would take me there. Back there. Back through the streets I had once known so well. The gardens I had once run past in the darkness of the early mornings or the sunrises I had once been so privileged to witness. Back there. "I can drop you off at the top of the road" said the Bus driver.  He was a kind man. I could tell he was.  Perhaps he sensed my deep fear. "Thank you so much. It's such a hot day. Too hot for walking" I replied back  Too hot for running. I would never run again. I walked quickly. The sun beating down on my head of long black hair which absorbed  the incinerating heat of the day. I passed the place where I had once Fallen. Fallen into their trap. They had ...

"Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything"  - Plato  That was my question to the man sat next to me. We had sat for a while enjoying each others company.  "Why does Music move us?" Strangely I did not expect an answer, despite this mans deep intellect. There would be no answer. I would later learn to expect no answers, no answers at all. On entering the Great Parlour of Wightwick Manor, would you too have have stopped suddenly in your tracks on hearing the sound of the grand piano playing ? Would you too have felt your whole body and limbs fall away, relax and feel yourself being cocooned within the safe warmth of the drifting  musical notes? Would you too have felt in your mind's eye, falling to your knees,  as if in prayer to kneel at the altar of the melodic soft cadence building to a crescendo to take you to a higher plane? Would you too have felt your inner soul vibrate, reson...

“There is nothing more powerful and nothing more dangerously beautiful than a free mind.”  ―  Bryant McGill ,  Voice of Reason I was sad to learn that John Nash the Economist and Mathematician had died in a car crash over the weekend.  The event brought back the same feeling I had in Jan 1986 and Feb 2003, when the Space shuttles Columbia and Challenger exploded. The sadness at the loss of life due to accidents. I don't know why, but it is a kind of helpless sadness. Perhaps its because these people gave so much for the advancement of our knowledge and understanding.  John Nash was the inspiration behind many films, in particular A Beautiful Mind  I have become familiar with Nash's brilliant work on Game Theory lately  " the study of  mathematical models  of conflict and cooperation between intelligent rational decision-makers." Decision making through science and psychology. Clever theories put into practice in many of th...

"Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all”  ―  William Shakespeare You trust me, I trust you. But tomorrow,  you will lead me With outstretched hand To those I have feared. Entrap, Force me, purposely To hear words. Their words! That will mortify, crucify and destroy All planned to perfection. Words that will forever reverberate They want to help you Privacy, Protection, Paranoia "Do you need any financial help?" "What about your career?" "What about the future?" "He is the love of my life!" Language. Logic. Truth. Brutal Actions  Pre-meditated, by choice which forever traumatize and torture. Oh Blessed are the Powerful Invincible are the Proud Fearless are the Privileged. For they shall never know The true identity of Fear The screams of the dead souls. Lord graciously Protect me. From the false guardians of our Privacy "Stab the body and it heals, but injure ...