dear prudence

the thing about writing and this new information technology gimmick the geeks are calling artificial intelligence is that the reader cannot be fooled. that's why i could write about anyone and it could be about everyone else. the computer can't understand dick. intelligence is not for machinery, biomimicry, genome modeling, future building. 

the reader can't be duped. yes the words are bold and persuasive. but every reader will go to sleep and dream the lie into logic in order to wake up to the far more serious matter of loving. the binary of like/no-like and all the psychedelic infantilization of human art it attempts to create, it's unicorn worlds of avatar, the pathos of deception can never imprint the smell of warm bread, cold window and death approaching as much as the written word can in the eyes of the reader.

i could write about everyone and it could be about just one person, the computer can't understand who is real and what is robot. yet, that one person by virtue of real time space, genetic code, common places, shared experience of thrills and deceptions with the ancestors that live through their eyes, knows it's him or her that i'm alluding to. and yes, i'll end my sentences in prepositions, grammar nazis. 

before a child learns to read, they already know everything. they know they are from God. they know they will grow up to be a mom or a dad, they suspect the world is stupid but they know that fixing it should be easy, and they struggle with the language that tries to persuade them otherwise until they start to read. 

reading comprehension and mastery of writing confirms between peers that you know that i know. in essence every human alive is accomplice to every other human alive. because we've mastered language and discourse to include individuation. cyborgs cannot individuate, they are inventions of our imagination connected by literature, not code and reverse engineering.

if individuated humans were machines, a study of their natal chart, the astronomy of where the planets, the moon and the sun were, when they were born on this planet, will indicate with great precision and clarity what kind of chaos and purpose each unique human brings to our shared experience. and the binary of sex is the only difference, the sacred difference that makes for more readers. 

but machines have no mother. and i claim no paternity with the phone you read this from.  i just live here.