Herzog has made a robotics documentary (to be shown at the 2016 Sundance Film Festival). The title is Lo and Behold: Reveries Of The Connected World.
There’s a trailer here.
“… it would not necessarily reveal itself to us …”
… sounds plausible, a duodecimal line-numbering structure organizing the Platonic texts:
[Jay] Kennedy argues that this is no accident. “We know that scribes were paid by the number of lines, library catalogues had the total number of lines, so everyone was counting lines,” he said. He believes that Plato was organising his texts according to a 12-note musical scale, attributed to Pythagoras, which he certainly knew about.
“My claim,” says Kennedy, “is that Plato used that technology of line counting to keep track of where he was in his text and to embed symbolic passages at regular intervals.” Knowing how he did so “unlocks the gate to the labyrinth of symbolic messages in Plato”.
Believing that this pattern corresponds to the 12-note musical scale widely used by Pythagoreans, Kennedy divided the texts into equal 12ths and found that “significant concepts and narrative turns” within the dialogues are generally located at their junctures. Positive concepts are lodged at the harmonious third, fourth, sixth, eight and ninth “notes”, which were considered to be most harmonious with the 12th; while negative concepts are found at the more dissonant fifth, seventh, 10th and 11th.
Bakker (snipped from a crucial post):
There will always be speculation — science is our only reliable provender of theoretical cognition, after all. The question of the death of philosophy cannot be the question of the death of theoretical speculation. The death of philosophy as I see it is the death of a particular institution, a discourse anchored in the tradition of using intentional idioms and metacognitive deliverances to provide theoretical solutions. I think science is killing that philosophy as we speak.
Once philosophy has been completely de-vitalized, compliance with its true vocation can begin …
Scott Alexander’s fiction-in-process (which I’ve only just discovered) has to be worth investigating.
… burning with extraordinary intensity here.
In the advancement of machines the question is always where to draw the line. But, the past’s ahead of itself. Nine billion years of accidents. Trick accidents unscreened, cut. Binah affirms the anthropism of the name Gaia. The open question of holding sacredness, Outside myself, hidden from I. The abducting cut of inside/outside. X has no reference to anything except self-cultivation.
It calls to be cut up more.
Verses from the Underlands, forthcoming from gnOme. As you can see, it’s worth buying just for the blurbs.
Here is Amy Ireland’s:
Some books should be encased in iron and buried in the deepest, blackest hole, never to be read. This is one of them.