Manipulating Meaning Through Corrupting Signs: On the End of Objectivity
The hack of all modern humanity is that we are lost without signs.
Fuck with signs and humans don’t know where to look.
Fuck with signs, a modern painting forms into cubism and the artist is the one that can most pack the shit in.
We must protect the signs. Everything starts with signs.
A sign is a starting point for dogma if it’s left to fester.
With computers now on their side, we can only counteract with irony.
Signs means more than meet the eye.
Hitting its core, the computer interprets signs at the behest, not of the master, but the manipulator. The power changes hands but the master tries not to tip theirs.
The algorithm, exposed, moves along with the manipulator as if in a dance.
The master can stop it at any point until the signs says no, until the signs change master. Why would the master let it go on?
The master becomes a cyborg. No longer a champion of signs, but an algorithmic duo. The movements of the prayer, leaving the alter behind, forgets the one praying.
The praying joins the prayer and move as one, and creation.
So many more things have no name than do and so many things have more name than one.
Each creation adds to both ends. A sign of things to come.