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This piece is written during contemplations, in real time. It’s a partial record of someone writing. Verbal snapshot of language, memory and thought, recorded in time.

Writing. A question sprung out, when I wrote about “partial record of someone writing”. And the question struck, what is actually involved in action, where this living organism, which I am part of, is writing.

Now asking “who is the writer?” Implies, what there is a “who”. An entity, an image. The brain, it is capable of creating images. Images about oneself, the ego, the identity, one has about himself. But could that be a distortion.

In writing. “First of all what is this ‘writing’ “? Symbols. Like S, which we call a letter. It’s not only the shape, but also the sound attached to that shape. When we see the letter S, we immediately have the knowledge of the sound, the SSS sound (I wish I could share audio too, not just digital letters on these screens). So shape, sound, and meaning, dependent on the context.

When the brain is looking at S, it registers, not only the sound and shape, but also what it means. This brain here, writing about it, it is thinking in the context of ‘letters’, ‘alphabet’, ‘words’, a pool of knowledge which is used to engage with what one is doing. That is the context.

Meaning. If we both share the tuned in focus, that we’re talking about letters, then when I write the letter “T”, these processes are rapid and integrated, not literally simultaneous.: Registering the shape of T + Sound associated (neurologically connected) with it. Meaning (activated in that pool of context).

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Doing. The brain is always, doing something. All the time. This brain, according to its observations of itself. Doing. From the very moment of waking up. Do this, do that, move, move, move. Move not in the sense of a body moving, but in the sense of brain always being in a state of a direction. Tidy the bed, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, watch this video, listen to this music, open the computer, write, create, watch, listen, always doing something. Even rest/break becomes a something,- take a shower, meet with friends, call family, play a game, watch a movie. Always in this motion of doing something.

I see a spider. It’s sitting in the corner, all day. What I and the spider share, is that we are both, self-moving objects, which we call life. And that spider, is intelligence, a brain-body, capable of detecting danger, having certain abilities, like weaving a thing we call web, or having 5 limbs on each hand, which we call fingers. And that spider, that living thing, is sitting there, for hours, being still.

Still. To be still. Meaning, not in this state of continuous do-do-do mode, way of living.

Obviously, still, when this brain is observing, is unclear, because it is being overtaken by doing. To write this, this is a direction: to share, in the form of words. There is a motive.

Time. What is time? What isn’t time?

Can the brain stop living in loops? Not always repeating things the same way? Do I need words, to find out, whether these loops can come to a halt, and therefore, can the mind be free to explore outside of its gathered knowledge and repeated patterns? Is it just an idea, or is it a fact? It seems, I’ll have to find out, not merely think about it.