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purified form

Today I will annotate my work through a method I will try to develop of mystical skepticism. Is it possible to doubt outside the rational and empirical structures of science? What unity or connection is there between this method and the universe, as a horizon of possibility?

A rhythm exists and I wonder why. There is music and there are voices, and my fingers press the keys and the colours of the screen flicker and morph. There appears to be a life or energy flowing somewhere between these things and I am curious about it.

The screen shimmers between different symbols, letters, images. The colours are symbolic. White means the ground, although sometimes it switches to white symbols on a dark ground. They are full of meaning and relationship. I press two buttons to the left of the keyboard and the screen answers with a flicker.

I count out loud to 40. It symbolises both the number of pages to be made and the enormity of the task. It represents a period in the desert, long but with an end in sight. What is the relationship of the desert to the stars? If the screen can flicker from a dark to a light ground, is it possible for the sky to also switch from day to night?

I have taken three of the forty steps.

I have taken seven of the forty steps.

⊞ is a series of movements and reconfigurations. It is a creative act and one of elision. I use the keyboard to communicate my will to the machine with commands such as "Ctrl + C" and "Ctrl + V". I firstly inform the computer that I wish to control it. Each letter has a deep and layered meaning. CVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCVCV. "Alt + Tab" asks the screen to flicker. The computer must match my multithreading. It must be prepared to follow my changing demands in our shared focus. FAVCV. F is to seek, but it is optimistically labelled to find. It I enter the incorrect combination of symbols ("samle") the incantation is useless and I will not dfind what I seek. I try again "sample" and the computer gives me what I desire. Why does the machine demand perfection? Why does it value perfection in me, what is it trying to teach me? Why wont it leave me alone?

I have taken eleven of the forty steps. I will rest.

design only generates longing

Daniel Van Der Velder, Research and Destroy.

All these questions take so much time.