COMPASSES AND MAPS IN THE MIXED REALITY OF CYBERSPACE AND HEADSPACE

I keep coming back to this from many angles; Four Spaces, Adjacent Possibilities, MR, Musings, etc., First Things First, Digital Identity. In fact it seems to be the Hub. It does not matter where I start, roam or stop, I always return to this point. (pun intended). We always wake up in our head, as the saying goes….and the truth is, we are each our own Youniverse. Do with that what you will.

There is Homesteading and then their is Home Steading. I don’t know about you, but I feel a bit like Dorothy, okay, I have no idea how Dorothy felt or feels, but you know what I mean….I’m not waking up in Kansas anymore, and I don’t really know, or care, where it is. Just waking up is a feat, at my age (70) and one in which I take it my marching orders are “Proceed”; which I am going to do until I wake up somewhere else. Got a hunch there is no Emerald City in this movie…no Oz…no Toto…and happily, no witches or munchkins…just whomever I network with, on the ground and in the air (digitally speaking).

And, WHAT, exactly does that look like? Can’t even freeze-frame it any more…it’s a constantly moving blob of bits and bytes, synaptical gaps and neurons all presenting me with my Mixed Reality, my fractalness. So, I’m getting used to it…No Maps for These Territories, as William Gibson says.

Thought I could map it, but cannot even box the compass…so, back to Dylan, No Direction Bound … being as there is no ‘home’ anymore…just space. Happy trails to you.

Where’s Trigger when you need him? Enjoy your day in your own space…I’ll let you be in mine, if you let me be in yours. Cue up Can’t Find My Way Home