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 evolved biological life forms and invented physical devices, but also the evolved 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 bliss for 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 noodle’s memory space grows smaller every year, so external memory becomes increasingly valued.
I also dig for health. Years lived in ‘same old’ routine tend to vanish from memory, psychologically shortening lifespan. William James noted that such a span devolves “to a contentless unit, and the years grow hollow and collapse”. Active digging keeps an 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.
While more capable minds might only need one cycle per topic, my mind needs information in small bites, so is destined to cycle around a few times to get in touch with a complex topic. Small insights incite more exploring, eventuating insight into the whole.
This is the goal, integration of atomic knowledge into my overall conceptual and intuitive framework, in which physics becomes more than its experiments and equations, music more than its notes, a machine more than its parts, art more than the sum of its criticisms.