I turn
on the computer in the cold morning air. The radio is playing Everlong by
Foo Fighters. A static buzz lingers from last night's Art Bell interview
about crop circles, Atlantis, the possibility that we are the offspring of an
extraterrestrial species planted here long ago.
The
computer files are all lined up in a row, orderly, sequential, a predictable
matrix. Some say the human mind is like a computer, performing operations
according to logical rules, with memory files that need to be defragmented
every morning during sleep. But the computer does not have the ability to
dream. It cannot make connections between distant memory-files the way we
can when we're dreaming. The computer will always be at a disadvantage,
due to the constraints of its logic gates. The synapse adds an extra
dimension to our processing, a dimension that breathes creativity, innovation,
intuition.
I pick up Eyes of the Dragon to read, my first Stephen King book. A supernatural start to this Thanksgiving weekend. After I finish the book, my transformation will be complete. I will become less robotic and more human.
