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	So many mysteries, so little time gary e. davis	July 24, 2025

There are innumerable mysteries: lives, worlds, things, systems, etc.: all conceivable types of phenomenon which can gain mysterious appeal. A catalog of it all would be overwhelming, inconceivable as a singularity, except as vague reference to a comprehensive container, like a Library of Everything or the cataloged contents of the largest data center—inevitably a fanciful trope. So, a comprehensive conception of that is either a theocentric fabulation or a fantasy ahout epochal genius. If there is epochal genius to be found, then we and s/he (It?) face(s) the mystery of its own singularity which, presumably, will never capture a complete conception of its ongoing life. There is no Ultimate Conception to be found or made adequate to Our evolving realities in “infinitely” manifold play. A planetary Singularity of A.I. will not know its own evolutionarity of internal algorthms. So, bring on the mysteries! Will SETI succeed? Earth is so astronomically ordinary in the galaxy, evincing itelf from a relatively young star. Will the universe ultimately collapse into a new Big Bang trillions of years from now (due to depletion of Dark Energy)? What’s life for the black-tailed deer roaming nearby in the woods when I take late night walks? What do they see when they calmly look up from grazing and stare at this familiar guy (every night), letting me walk as close to them as the width of a city street (if I don’t look to be walking toward them), because I’m pointless passage, thus returning them to serene grazing. What matters for your life, for our shared world, for the potential of evolving humanity (in an ethical as well as demographic sense)? What senses, what sensibilities, best serve the best values of being well? Pray to the gods we created that our heirs will eventually master a good* degree of desired perfectability we mirrored, especially for the wide eyes of our precocious chldren thrilled to pursue every curiosity. As we figuratively sail or fly into conceivable horizons, the gods of leading conceptions recede to draw us into why, who, and Oh how we can be.

 

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