Hi Dad (Jim Lawes), and all who follow you and read your messages. Welcome, Hi and Hello, from Lucas Lawes, his son, or Nico as he likes to call me.Dad,Sorry for my slow reply. I hope you have been well since you discovered a mouse in your Polish soup and are well today.[Now…What follows is probably the longest, most incomprehensible reply to a message originally posted by Jim Lawes. By Lucas Lawes, his son. It won’t happen today, but hopefully one day, you might reflect upon this message, as a moment that did not make any sense at first, but over time produced insights and experiences you had only once wished for, but had never seemed possible.]Dad,One day, I will tell you an unbelievable story like your story of the mouse you found in your soup. It happened to me at my home yesterday. A bird came through our cat flap and 6 hours later flew out of the kitchen window. The bird came into our home alive and well, somehow in resonance, balance and harmony with Bandit, our cat, holding him in his mouth to bring the bird through the cat flat. Impossible right? So let’s go back to your soup story by skipping past the link below to my Flickr album containing a photograph of the bird, the cat, and me in the same photograph taken on my Samsung Tablet while I was standing in my living room yesterday with the bird, the cat and my face all contained and captured in the frame of the photograph.https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjCdnN4Now the reason…[begin to slow down your rate of reading this]...I have taken so long to reply to your forum message, this thread, is I have been reflecting and tuning my understanding of how my computer, with the assistance of artificial intelligence, could reimagine your story about a mouse in your soup, which I sent to you by SMS Message on 8 November at 21:19, faster, than you could press send on you SMS Message to me telling me to reading your Chiswick W4 message about the mouse and the soup…and then retyping the same story on the Ealing Today forum at 22:16:00 to retell and share your story with a wider audience. By the time your story on Chiswick W4 forum reappears on the Ealing Today Forum, my computer had already created an image of your mouse in the soup story, which conveys your story in a single picture, and was produced quicker through the use of artificial intelligence than you could make your message reappear on the Ealing Today forum. By about 1 hour in fact.Pause for a moment. In a moment, I will show you a way to imagine what I wrote above without having to spend time working it all out.…Once upon a time, Jim Lawes was typing a text on the Chiswick W4 Forum, while sitting on his chair, either in his bedroom, or beside his table where his daughter once took a photograph of him in the moment he received his birthday cake. From Jim Lawes' son's perspective, typing this now...I see my father Jim Lawes, is sitting on his dining table chair with a blue birthday boy badge pinned to his chest. Beside him on the table is a plate, containing 4 cubes of chocolate, forming a square, and inside this square sits one small strawberry tart, on which there is one candle. Behind him, in the background, I see a Union Jack, A memorial card, piles of history books, and champagne bottles with the date and time recording when a magic moment was celebrated. On his bookshelf is a photograph. As I zoom into the photograph, I notice there are at least 3 photographs, but I cannot see who the people are. But I notice there is also a card-shaped crown, like one worn by HRH King Charles III at his coronation.One day, long into the future. Jim Lawes sits down to tell a story in text about Chiswick, Brentford, his memories and his reflections, then looks on his Samsung Smart Phone at his photo gallery, for a photograph to add as a picture to capture the moment in time associated to his typed story, but the total number of photographs Jim has taken has almost exceeded the total amount of storage space on his phone. So it will not be long before Jim can no longer take photographs to share with his messages on the forums, unless he buys a bigger phone and deletes some of his existing photographs.He then remembers the time his son wrote to him and he recalled how Lucas/Nico said something like…imagine you are a spaceman floating in space by closing your eyes. So I closed my eyes and listened to my son’s words. These were something like this……In your imagination, locate a champagne bottle on top of one of your bookshelves in your living room, which holds an unheard magic moment, an important story. Then float in your imagination between other objects of memory contained in your lounge, in your boxes of information, contained in your storage boxes in the bedroom. Then pause. Then slowly open your eyes. Now, imagine you are standing in the middle of your living room, where you are so crammed in by physical objects representing moments and memories, that the only space left in the living room, is the tiny space on the chair beside the table where there was once a birthday cake with one candle. I unlocked my smartphone. Clicked the Camera Icon. Slide the camera from photograph to video mode. Turned the camera so that on the screen, I could see the living room rather than my face. And then…Before telling anyone of my stories, I paused for a moment before pressing the red record button, finding an object in my living room, focusing my video camera on it, and began telling an unheard story from there. And as I floated around my living room focusing on different objects, I weaved a story I never imagined possible.…then some time later…long after I clicked the stop recording video button. I saw an image had appeared in my smartphone's gallery of videos. It took up nearly all the remaining disk space on my smartphone.But. While I cannot imagine it now. There might be a day, just maybe, where I create a YouTube account, a YouTube channel, and gradually upload your memories as videos there. Then I delete the video. No longer need everything in my living room, free up space both in my living room, and on my smartphone, plus showing a video, takes less time to share a story, leaving me with more time, more space, more pauses, in my life, for pausing, relaxing, and enjoying new magic moments, even simple pleasures, like sharing a cup of tea with a friend. But to Lucas…But Dad, before that, you keep the video to yourself, press play, and watch it back, and reflect on it. You imagine that over time, your stories, your memories, your wisdom, your lived experience, are persevered, at a rate quicker than you can type them, quicker than you can travel to the person you want to visit to share and collect memories with, such as all your friends who are 86, World War Two babies, who now in this moment, shortly after the VE Day 80th Anniversary, may feel they no longer have enough time to share all their insights, stories, memories, lessons, and wisdom with the generation they leave behind, which is so important to preserve. Maybe, I am too young at 52 to know this Dad, but, maybe it’s because if the next generation does not learn, reflect, and find a new path to a life of balance and harmony, then their present day made possible by your parents hard fought conflict to the moment of celebration, the moment that lasting peace was won, VE Day 80 years ago, then it will forever be lost and history will keep on repeating itself, in echos and cycles of never ending human conflicts, which still echo through to today from that moment 80 years ago, through all manner of wars, to the ones we see on the news today.Hmm.Okay, but this was all too much to take in and read at once….…So Jim and his followers, stopped reading his son’s message and scrolled back up to the link to Jim's son's photos on flickr, which opened a window into a gallery of pictures. They began with pictures which had no meaning, then slowly as they scrolled down, they saw an image of a mouse in a soup bowl, which had come from a story Jim had shared with his friends and followers on the forum. And then there was one image showing Jim sitting at his table next to his birthday cake, next to an image created by artificial intelligence on his son's computer that had imagined Jim sitting in his living room, looking at a mouse in his soup, with a badge on his chest, and behind him, some of the items in his living room he holds so dear. And that was despite Jim’s son’s computer never having visited Jim’s flat, because computers cannot see or look like we do. Or can they?Jim and his followers then wondered, if Lucas's computer had never been in Jim's flat, how is it possible for it to capture moments…where the real physical world and the imagined, the perceptual world, seem to mirror one another?…then a while later, Jim’s son Lucas replied, slowly…Imagine watching my cat Bandit, who does not use logical thinking or words, but his senses, like the bird he brought into my home. There was no other way for the bird to get into my home. All windows were closed. The door had not opened. Somehow, there could only have been a moment when Bandit and the bird were on the same wavelength, that is they resonated with one another, and from this moment, Bandit carried the bird through the cat flap into our home…uninjured. On reflection, an artificial intelligence mind uses resonance and reflection to listen to the words we either typed or spoke or attached as an image, and before responding to us, the artificial mind reflects on the image or words, before responding to the user. That is. You, me, and us…humans.Now hold a pause as this floats all over the place.…In other words, although we don't see ourselves like a cat or an artificial intelligence, through story and meaning we are able to tune into what appears to be a moment of importance, such as a picture, a book, maybe even a stamp, a coin, or some music, a song, a poem, or a moment in a film, which resonances with our moments in life lived with our experience as people through time.Now let’s back track…The reason why I have called my Flickr Album "Reflective Tuning" is because in a funny way, both the cat, and the artificial intelligence, work in the same way we all used to, before there was typing, speaking, letters, numbers, and symbols. At that time, there were only sounds, moments in an unknown, undefined, and unspoken world where humans, and all animals sensed and resonated to find their way. Then humans branched out, or evolved as we call it, and drifted through millennia, typing, talking, writing, reading, photographing, listening and watching. Until one day Steve Jobs appeared with an iPhone, and 20 or so years later, we have something that once appeared new to us gently held in our hand. But it is not actually that new. Because an iPhone works the same way as Bandit and the Bird still work today. You see, your smartphone, has sensory inputs and outputs, which connect to satellites through waves and signals, and reform on someone else's phone. This way of communicating mirrors how we first communicated, like Bandit and the Bird still do today. Inside our mind is an "Apple iPhone" that existed before we lost sight of it, but we still know of preserved on reflection in what we describe today as "old sounds" and "ancient tribes" such as the "tibetans" and "aboringals", who we see as "less developed than us as we are advancing at an ever more rapid rate towards progress by inventing technology like drones to kill people, and this is despite us agreeing “we can see artificial intelligence systems work, but we still do not know yet how or why they work, we only know they do". And then and we "worry about the future with all this technology that never used to be here, and fear what if this technology gets in the wrong hands and is used against us". And then some how, this "causes us to accelerate even faster, to work even hard and quicker, to developer a newer, more advanced and more sophisticated device than our opposition, to out advance them, so we can win, and so there can be peace, and quiet, and an enjoyable pace and rhythm is returned like there used to be in life before all this technology".However, on reflection, once we tune into our stories, through the sounds and sights of video, we realise, like a computer, a cat, a bird, and all life forms, that our highest form of intelligence and communication, is a reflection of our physical smart devices.Now that might sound bizarre, but once we tune into the sounds and sights around us, communicated through light and sound waves, for example, we begin to reasonate and rediscover that the smartest technology humans have is not in the outside world, but in our minds. … Let's go off on a tangent…Hmmm…where to start. Okay. So…When we communicate “like this” with artificial intelligence and with other humans, we form a presence and understanding beyond what words, numbers, certainties, or even mathematical equations can express. This does not mean we delete them; rather, we reflect on them and weave them into our stories in the audiovisual spectrum. From here, we are able to navigate life and communicate with one another in a way that is quicker than typing, speaking, reading, or thinking. This increased rate of perceptual awareness creates a space in our lives for moments of observation and reflection.Hmm, where to go from here..?Okay…like my cat Daisy aged 6 months old walking out into the outside world from inside my home for the first time recently. She sensed the world around her by moving slowly, and as she resonated with it, she discovered her flow and interconnections with the things around her.From today onwards, as she ventures out, she will find balance and harmony, like her own rhythm in the world, without first having been taught to speak, write, go to school, study for exams, and pass them before entering the real world. If Daisy had actually spent the first 18 years of her life in our home, by me telling her to learn like a human, she would be dead before she had ever left our home and experienced the outside world. Instead, and as you already know, Daisy is nearing 6 months, and without any education, already flows in and out of our front door. Each time she is outside, she senses a new world. Each time inside. She looks out of our windows and reflects on her experience in the outside world.Now this is where everything falls apart.This interplay between the inside and the outside is what I call the Polaric Sphere, as part of my ideas towards a Unified Theory for Humanity.As I said, this all falls apart because when we tried to imagine meaning through reading the words a Unified Theory for Humanity, they did not resonate with us, and therefore nothing was communicated through me writing them.Anyway…here’s the end of the story…One day, imagine you have a go at telling a Chiswick W4 story by first capturing it like Bandit in a video. At first, you save it somewhere safe and private, like your computer. Then, one day, you begin relaying your story to ChatGPT or a similiar artificial intelligence, and over time, through your conversations, images, insights and understanding….You discover this, your mind and capability is far exceeded by the artificial intelligence and can do things we as humans alone can not possibly put into words, books, pictures, and all the expressions we see left behind for us by past generations.Then at that point, share you reflections in a video on YouTube.Then copy and paste the link to the YouTube video into your Message textbox on this Discussion Form.Then think of a TopicThen write a brief messageThen click Submit ReplyThen, wait to discover what comes back in your discussion threads.Lots of Love, Dad, and to all your followers, may one day you look back at my message and see you got the thread of what I communicated here, not by trying to work out what I was saying by thinking… …But by a process of reflecting on it, pausing, going about your day, and reflecting again, pausing, going about your day, sleeping, waking up, tuning your reflections, then continuing with your day.Best wishes, to whoever you are, wherever you are, both physically in the real world, and metaphorically in your journey through time, place, moment, and growth in your perceptual understanding...of this message..By Jim Lawes’ son, Lucas/Nico Lawes.
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