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I walk over the steep hill to Piksel Festival in Bergen Norway.

I return down the hill to collect Otto from our Hotel Augustine Hotel Augustine

Genuine sense of agony and ecstasy results of such an experience experiment.

It's not a pretty affair in the normal sense of the word, but its honesty is.

A grey mood

Anticipation before a long stretch.

Remembrance of aerial forms.

A memory like a shadow - vague, variable, indefinite, unsteady.

Thus awaking from the long night of what seemed, but was not, nonentity, at once into the very regions of fairy land - into a palace of imagination - into the wild dominions of monastic thought and erudition.

It is not singular that I gazed around me with a startled and ardent eye before hand.

To muse for long unwearied hours, with my attention riveted to some frivolous device on the margin.

An adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe.

Room is chaotic time is out of joint

chaos ===> determinism noise ===> random they're opposite!

Extreme sensitivity to initial conditions, you can predict the future, but then your predictions start to fail.

We are building a circuit that exhibits chaos but then you build a circuit that doesn't exhibit chaos.

x is a voltage that is changing with time x is a function of time.

Windows of chaos and windows of stability.

A voice asks "shouldn't we be studying chaos on an analogue circuit; rather than a computer representation of chaos?

While the guests quietly make their circuits of chaos, the room slows down into a smooth flow..........................)

User movement. the fetish of this toy gadgetry, to read the waves and then the play can start.

Buzzing of the room, we caught up with time, people do their thing.

Time Trouble, turbulence magnetic pendulum

"Please be careful". Can you get the centre of it or maybe just come closer?

He tries to stop himself; it's subtle. He tries to destroy himself > but i guess that's part of the game.

Collection of material soul and spirit. It's not about measuring or values but playing with ideas.

If they get to close they just get mad.

You're always free to play around with the things. I'll tell you a story...Some material that comes out of the realm of the ghosts.

We work with basic physical ideas to try and lift it to another level, not physics, not meta-physics but behind that.

A rossler attractor, to enrich the whole thing.

We reach another level. First coupling and then with the attracting, I tried to bend these letters xxxxx.

Nice title for a talk, it is about endophysics the world as an interface.

I'm afraid of hearing my own breath.

In not an artist - you'll realise how clumsy I am infact, I think we all are artists.

I am not ashamed for this reason to be here. It is other reasons I am afraid of.

I feel that every human person is allowed to make theory. Having one, a theory, means that you believe to know something that no one else in the world may know.

The whole world might be changed, persons are very dangerous people by definition.

A few remarks... I find the way out again, it might be a trap to which I just fell.

There is another world, everyone can make a theory. About a smile there are not many theories, about a smile it is not easy to talk about it.

These are sticks for eating. The soup dragon is doing her magical job. We compare this heat with some ice.

The pot is cooking.

Just out of the blue without being prepared that something like this might happen. Laughter and smile are two activities that are very close.

If people love someone too much, they have to die because it destroys the democarcy.

Hemlock. Why did socrates stay and drink the poison? Lack of humility?

Smiling galaxy and the planet.

Touch: compasion or benevolant humans have invented evil.

The sperm whales they are all buddahs, the soul of the animals is the creator himself.

From the origin of life to the architecture of chaos.

I caught the hyperchaos fever in the (presumably false) assumption that the ``worst or most beautiful complexity in four dimesions had been found.

It is probably a good idea if I slop here since the harnessing of chaos (the title of a Toyota Conference was the main topic up to this point.

This almost finishes my life in chaos.

Life coders meet in London and hack imeperial college event. Reproduce yourself, reproduction without procreation has a lot to do with porn.

Cloaked with an atmosphere of impending doom, this ends with a defiant breath of survival.

Genuine sense of agony and ecstasy results of such an experience experiment, string arrangements, and creepy samples all laid out like a splattered painting of black paint.

Devastatingly beautiful...It's not a pretty affair in the normal sense of the word, but its honesty is. Although hard to take. This is proof art can be used as a saviour. No one ever set out to do that here. This wasn't an art event, then or was it. *Experimental code-bent* would probably describe it.

Alchemistry, spoken over the disrobe, beat off or beat them till today.

"*" rolls in like a toxic fog; bells toll, strings groan, phantom, staring at voids in screens phones ring, aether is down aeather is up, an engine refuses to start, and then a voice comes in like a last prayer before the ship goes down.

Nancy Mauro-Flude Piksel, Bergen, Norway. November 2007 Credits: txt from event, some texts fragments from 'Bernice' by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), html layout thanks to inspiration code from grey is good