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11/07/2003: "Matrices"

music: Putney Dandridge

Every machine is a metaphor-in-training; some of them we pounce upon and some we let alone. The mind is a computer, we say; why not a refirgerator? If the mind-body model imagines a ghost in a machine, why is it preferable that the machine be a forklift and not a sump pump? I declare that I am like a bread machine, that the world is an escalator, that human eations aspire to the condition of a hair-dryer.