A great complex of evolved and invented machinery enriches our rocky planet, presenting an endless space to explore. By machinery is meant not only our evolving biological life forms and invented physical devices, but also the evolving metaphysical constructs imagined by human brains, including mathematics and art. I explore by writing, hoping to unearth artifacts of cognition. Welcome to my dig.
I dig for insight, a state of awareness that is the bliss of the analytical mind. On a less pretentious note (deep insight having escaped me as yet), aging necessitates writing stuff down, the practical imperative. Inevitably, the old noddle‘s memory space grows smaller every year, making external memory increasingly valued.
I also dig for health. William James noted that years of ‘same old’ routine devolve “to a contentless unit, as the years grow hollow and collapse”. Active digging by the curious mind keeps the aging brain stimulated while installing landmarks, memory cues to resist the hollowing of years.
The locus of explored topics is reflected in my dig’s menu hierarchy. My topics are visited cyclically or whenever, integrating things learned. It keeps me freshly interested, iterating in such circles, enhancing cognition through repetition and emendation.
More capable minds might only need one cycle per topic. My mind is destined to cycle a few times to get in touch with a complex topic. Small insights incite more exploring, eventuating insight into the whole. I borrow heavily from others, gaining an ever greater sense of the glorious achievements of mankind.
The endgame of this quest for meaning will be a philosophical gestalt, a conceptual/experiential framework derived from one’s intuition, emotion, and piecemeal knowledge of world and self, whereby machines become more than the sum of their parts; art transcends the sum of its criticisms; musical notes and math equations represent appealing abstract audio/visual spaces.