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2Jan/090

Protosynthesis

Tech­no­log­i­cal Term (v — pro-TO-sin-tha-sis)
The inte­gra­tion of pre­sen­ta­tion and oper­a­tion as a means of deliv­er­ing bet­ter func­tion­al­ity.

Design­ers make nifty but­tons and pic­tures that look great, but are hard to use.
Coders make pro­grams that require the user to remem­ber obscure facts about the sys­tem.
Hard­ware man­u­fac­tur­ers design equip­ment that have no uni­ver­sal stan­dards.
Good tech­nol­ogy uses the arrange­ment (design) of pro­gram ele­ments (code) and phys­i­cal parts (hard­ware) to extend the user’s abil­ity with the least amount of stress on the user.

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2Jan/090

Helvetica

You design
  your lines to
catch my mind and
  trap my eye
inside your
Hel­vetica holds my ideas
when it is
  not there
you are empty.

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1Jan/090

I write, therefore I am

I write, or per­haps you read to prove my per­son. But more rightly, I write to prove my belief in you. With­out speak­ing out of our own minds, we can­not agree to the exis­tence of each other — and with­out that agree­ment, what is there but soli­tude?
Soli­tude, in fact is the only thing that can exist within us, save belief. In belief we find that we call out to that which we do not know, but hold to be evi­dent. In belief we hold out­side of our­selves those facts that mat­ter to our own exis­tence as we see it, and in fact instill in those things we believe, our own selves.
Yet, the error in our­selves can be, but not always is, to believe that what we hold out­side our­selves is in some way cre­ated or man­i­fest by us rather than beheld and appre­hended around us.
As you behold those things inter­nally that are at the same time exter­nal to your­self, and that you do con­sider the Truth — remem­ber that these things, made real out­side of your own mor­tal­ity, must stand of their own accord and be capa­ble of instruct­ing and chang­ing you — not merely to sit idol­a­trously idle and be fed by our own will that they exist. Each thing that is not man­i­fest in your mind from your own will must, in its essence, stand apart from you and teach you accord­ing to its own nature.
To appre­hend that which is around you, in which you can place belief, and rec­og­nize that those things are beyond your own will to cre­ate, and out­side of your own mind to shape through belief, is to appre­hend a Truth that stands apart from you and wills to affect you.
The things around you that receive your belief are not to be swayed by what you choose for them, but in fact will sway you more greatly — and in that, we find the nature of our own error — that by believ­ing in the unsway­ing nature of Truth, we in some way sur­ren­der the power of our own selves, and per­haps through that con­flict, enter into our own mor­tal­ity. But I assure you, that the only con­nec­tion we have to the infi­nite is through these very same chan­nels of belief; chan­nels that will allow us to sub­ju­gate our own will to that which we believe is immor­tally eter­nal.
Since, in our own nature, we know that of our own accord we can­not be immor­tal, or at least in right rea­son accept the mes­sage of those around us that tend to con­firm our on mor­tal­ity — we must seek to rec­og­nize that, if immor­tal­ity exists — it exists beyond us, beyond our per­son, beyond our eter­nal.
As a Chris­t­ian, I deliver to you, into your inter­nal mind, the promise told to me — that through belief, the Truly Eter­nal Body of Christ is avail­able to all who seek it — that beyond our capac­ity to under­stand or over­come our own mor­tal­ity — there is some­thing which can be believed upon, but does not rely upon our belief for exis­tence. This immor­tal Truth is made by way of Faith — and that Faith is the belief in that which we do not see, and the hope for things to come.
“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is tem­po­rary, but what is unseen is eter­nal.“
(2Corinthians 4:18 NIV)
In short, if you read my words, you believe that I am, but my words to you are from me to you, not made man­i­fest by your capac­ity to believe in me. If so much the way from mor­tal man, how much more from God Himself?

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