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This
blue orb floating in a void is ground for the
reiteration
of a species, whose politicians, scientists, and
technicians, corporations, philosophers and poets
have finally reached
"Headland's huge,
cairn-studded, fall / into the sea," dying
from
modernity's waste around data
points. With no
return
to the former stable reality: pacts signed, sealed, forgotten.
Climbing past where
I'd stopped before, from now on I will
seek a world in which grid
cells are updated using an internal,
or ‘reference,’ copy of motor commands. This process, called
'path integration,' has the desirable property that regardless of
the path of movement, the most striking
marks are the most
misleading, for a planet
that has no boundaries has no end.
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