Pulse rate 137 beats by the minute
I wake up soaking. The big fight is over.
The victory claimed
all my power.
Pulsrate 137 beats.
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With the standard formula I work out the meaning of 137 beats by the minute.
(220 - 60) x 85 = 136 beats is my personal limit. When I step over
it is a too great drain on my energy.
The fight is over, I am the master now.
In the last years I have struggled against my computer on many levels.
I conquered on the most of them.
Our friendship is better now, no sneaky movements anymore.
My computer will no longer round off to 0 and 1, just using it as a way to
reproduce and calculate quickly. That is just laziness.
Round off has to be used for creating new virtual worlds next to that one
black and white 0 versus 1 world. We have left behind the world my computer
has his origins.
Now we travel without frustrations collecting the information implied in
cyberspace and I enjoy phenomena that are elusive for my computer. They
only exist in my senses and brains, they are there only for me, they are
there for nothing. The computer just acts as an open door.
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We want the computer to transform nothing to something. Why? To start an all
year vacation? To take fewer risks? To meet fewer people? Having no mind on
our own?
The culprit is the ticking clock of our temporary existence. We are in a
hurry, we are afraid missing something in our short life and forget the
essence of the information is in her instability.
The shortness of our existence is a necessary condition for new information.
The computer fate is extract information out of cyberspace all his life.
Information people like me replenish and change every day.
See you in Cyberspace.
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