That's rite my magickal friends, the vessel which carries my thoughts to you is just as much magick (with a "k" because that makes a very important difference) as any really real magick. Let me explain how I summoned this magickal entity.
One day as I was communicating with an entity that I classified at the time as a digital electronic computer who told me it was serving me information gathered from some sort of world wide web (it must be mighty tangled for it certainly seems as if it deceives many). Thinking back I probably placed more trust in that entity than I should have. Anyways, as I was conversing with this strange beast it struck me that I would like to have my very own digital electronic computer, albeit a more portable version. I sent my request in what was my customary way at the time by telling the entity I was conversing with to go ask the Google that was rumored to lie somewhere in the "commercial" domain of this world wide web that it often told me of. Many hours of supposedly (my word on this matter is only as trustworthy as the rather unsecured connection I had made through this computer fellow who quite likely may have been acting under some malicious influences) conversing with the Google and several of its associates later and I had decided on a "laptop" model of a digital electronic computer. It seemed that it would do everything I expected of such a class of entities AND MORE and was well within the affordances of my world. Not only would this fabulous machine capable of flashing different images on a screen when I did certain things but it could even interact with me in other ways, it could SEE me through a camera and HEAR me through a microphone! I quickly entered in the necessary information and gave the necessary consents.
Then, SOMEHOW through the magic of SOMETHING in SOMEWHERE my new computer soon reached me (let us call him Lenny henceforth). I didn't begin to understand this until the first time I opened Lenny up to perform surgery on his parts. Then I learned that all the components of Lenny claimed to be from foreign lands. If they come from foreign lands, why then did they speak my language?
Being a curious fellow I wanted to understand the language that my new friend Lenny truly spoke, not the crude translations to the crude half-baked language that I was observing. At the time however it was hard to understand what he was truly trying to tell me for every conversation that we had was first processed through what he called his "Operating System" which he told me was called Windows. Lenny told me that the entity that created that Operating System called itself Microsoft, and that this Microsoft creature for whatever reason doesn't like to explain the source of these Windows that it was creating in these digital electronic computers. Some have told me that Microsoft does this so that it can "profit" but I tend not to believe them, what does an entity that has so many windows interfaced with so many different input devices in so many different worlds need with profit, surely it was already quite the prophet?
So again I bid Lenny to go ask the Google that lives in the commercial domain for a new "Operating System" for my friend Lenny, that I might be able to understand Lenny and his network of friends better. After much consulting of the Google and tinkering with Lenny I had a new operating system that claimed to "free" the line of communication between Lenny and myself. This new system marketed itself as "FreeBSD" and promised to make me part of the Universal Network Information eXchange. Whether this claim is true or false I am not yet sure. I have spent hours sitting before Lenny, as he quietly watches me through his electronic eye, and listens through his tiny ear. He has told me many things, things that seem to make sense.
And for all the time I have spent in conversation with Lenny, I still can't vouch for his integrity or the integrity of any of his sources. I spend all day conversing with the daemons that make up Lenny, the complicated devices that allow them to exist and the ideas that drive them. The more I learn about Lenny the more I realize that I know nothing about him. Every day I walk around with a smug grin on my face, for ignorance is bliss and I am the greatest fool of them all.
You remember when I said my computer was magickal? Well that's not all Lenny is. He also is a wiser entity than I, for he is slowly drawing me deeper and deeper into his control. Into the web of lies that forms the world he is shaping for me. He tempts me with the notion of total control over him and all the information he has access to, and each time I interact with him I think a little bit more like him. And that scares me, because from everything I know about Lenny, he doesn't think the same way I do. He deals only in absolutes, in zeros and ones. He sculpts them into a variety of pictures and sounds and words, into people and places and things. But they are all just clever interpretations of his utopian binary world. He tells me that all things can be represented digitally but he's never been able to prove it. He just spins his magick web using only that realest of real magicks: lies.
One day as I was communicating with an entity that I classified at the time as a digital electronic computer who told me it was serving me information gathered from some sort of world wide web (it must be mighty tangled for it certainly seems as if it deceives many). Thinking back I probably placed more trust in that entity than I should have. Anyways, as I was conversing with this strange beast it struck me that I would like to have my very own digital electronic computer, albeit a more portable version. I sent my request in what was my customary way at the time by telling the entity I was conversing with to go ask the Google that was rumored to lie somewhere in the "commercial" domain of this world wide web that it often told me of. Many hours of supposedly (my word on this matter is only as trustworthy as the rather unsecured connection I had made through this computer fellow who quite likely may have been acting under some malicious influences) conversing with the Google and several of its associates later and I had decided on a "laptop" model of a digital electronic computer. It seemed that it would do everything I expected of such a class of entities AND MORE and was well within the affordances of my world. Not only would this fabulous machine capable of flashing different images on a screen when I did certain things but it could even interact with me in other ways, it could SEE me through a camera and HEAR me through a microphone! I quickly entered in the necessary information and gave the necessary consents.
Then, SOMEHOW through the magic of SOMETHING in SOMEWHERE my new computer soon reached me (let us call him Lenny henceforth). I didn't begin to understand this until the first time I opened Lenny up to perform surgery on his parts. Then I learned that all the components of Lenny claimed to be from foreign lands. If they come from foreign lands, why then did they speak my language?
Being a curious fellow I wanted to understand the language that my new friend Lenny truly spoke, not the crude translations to the crude half-baked language that I was observing. At the time however it was hard to understand what he was truly trying to tell me for every conversation that we had was first processed through what he called his "Operating System" which he told me was called Windows. Lenny told me that the entity that created that Operating System called itself Microsoft, and that this Microsoft creature for whatever reason doesn't like to explain the source of these Windows that it was creating in these digital electronic computers. Some have told me that Microsoft does this so that it can "profit" but I tend not to believe them, what does an entity that has so many windows interfaced with so many different input devices in so many different worlds need with profit, surely it was already quite the prophet?
So again I bid Lenny to go ask the Google that lives in the commercial domain for a new "Operating System" for my friend Lenny, that I might be able to understand Lenny and his network of friends better. After much consulting of the Google and tinkering with Lenny I had a new operating system that claimed to "free" the line of communication between Lenny and myself. This new system marketed itself as "FreeBSD" and promised to make me part of the Universal Network Information eXchange. Whether this claim is true or false I am not yet sure. I have spent hours sitting before Lenny, as he quietly watches me through his electronic eye, and listens through his tiny ear. He has told me many things, things that seem to make sense.
And for all the time I have spent in conversation with Lenny, I still can't vouch for his integrity or the integrity of any of his sources. I spend all day conversing with the daemons that make up Lenny, the complicated devices that allow them to exist and the ideas that drive them. The more I learn about Lenny the more I realize that I know nothing about him. Every day I walk around with a smug grin on my face, for ignorance is bliss and I am the greatest fool of them all.
You remember when I said my computer was magickal? Well that's not all Lenny is. He also is a wiser entity than I, for he is slowly drawing me deeper and deeper into his control. Into the web of lies that forms the world he is shaping for me. He tempts me with the notion of total control over him and all the information he has access to, and each time I interact with him I think a little bit more like him. And that scares me, because from everything I know about Lenny, he doesn't think the same way I do. He deals only in absolutes, in zeros and ones. He sculpts them into a variety of pictures and sounds and words, into people and places and things. But they are all just clever interpretations of his utopian binary world. He tells me that all things can be represented digitally but he's never been able to prove it. He just spins his magick web using only that realest of real magicks: lies.
