Singularity / The Solution
You can look up anything on the net, but you can't find the things that are in your head all the time, the monstrous, amorphous shifting of your soul. That consciousness is still wordless, only finding a momentary outlet in the work of a few great artists and writers. Is it coming to life, stirring from its slumber? Will the singularity, this higher intelligence promised and menaced by science, awaken it? The things we cannot express, only feel, that we live in all the time but cannot explain to anyone else, can only tacitly appreciate that they must live in too: is science going to drag all this into the light?
Animal writhing in our brains. Unsolved problem. Loose threads that must be tied. Mind monster of internal consistency. Human intelligence only the host—fertile, malleable, bloody, wet. The solution will be born like Athena from some poor Zeus's axed skull. Doesn't matter whose ('You are going to mistake me for yourself, you will think I am yourself'—Valéry, The Song of the Master Idea). Sequence, prediction, compression, creation, understanding, representation. The endgame has started. The solution to solutions will soon be found.