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Værker af Thomas Heide
Bærbar kvantecomputer til folket (rumtidsmekanikerens værktøjskasse)
Video: Midlertidigt salgskontor, 2016/2017.
Et spil uden regler flankeret af repræsentationer for filosofferne Niels Bohr og Jimi Hendrix.
Universets byggesten.
Fluidity solidity collider.
Einsteins guds terninger.
Endnu et spil uden regler.
Ingenting-noget-alting brikken (menneskebrikken). Verdens første håndholdte bevidsthed.
Salgsfremme: Håndholdte bevidstheder og bøger pakket ind i cellofan.
Kaosnavigatoren indeholder:
En universel sandsynlighedsberegner i lommeformat.
Bevidstheder i bunke.
Det første objekt. Bevidsthed i en kasse.
Kort over verden som forandring (universitetsfrø). Kan pakkes i soklen og plantes overalt.
Kort over verden som forandring i flere størrelser Se “you are a genius“-pamfletten for information og for en supplerende skitse til 30 meter lang udendørsinstallation.
Folkets kvantecomputer. Prototype.
Rumtidsmekanikerens værktøjskasse (folkets kvantecomputer).
Mennesker på en plan flade i morgensolen.
Afrika’s dronning
Altid Alene
Alting ordner sig
Blæse som vinden
Der er langt til Californien
Der skal to til tango
Det Blå
Det ved jeg nu
Det vokser
Du er i mit blod
Du er så smuk
Du kan ikke vide hvad jeg tænker
Du kan møde en pige i al slags vejr
Du må aldrig gå fra mig
Du sir’ du er svag
Floden løber
Flodens stille strøm
Flydet
Gå væk
Hils himlens folk
Hold nu op
Hvis du vidste
Hva’ gør man så?
Hypnotisør
Intet varer evigt
Jeg elsker dig
Kære gud
Kaptajnen
Klovnen
Kys mig
Længe har jeg levet
Lev stærkt, dø ung
Manden uden ansigt
Min engel
Nachista
Næste gang vi mødes
Nazi fascination
Nu er det tid at skilles ad
Nu er forvirringen total
Nu går du bort
Når du sidder på bakken
Når solen går ned
Ørken
Oppe på bjerget
Slange
Sløvt tog
Søvngænger
Stumme barn
Syng den sang
Syyyg
Tag afsted
Ulvens unger
Vintersang
Summary: Imagine that any subjective individual human experience can be reduced to shifting mixes of fluidity and solidity, and that each of us have learned how to translate a specific temporarily locked mix of our individual experience into a position on a scale defined in its two extremes as the event horizons of respectively fluidity and solidity. If this was true and we all had access to a smart phone with an application simulating that scale and we all simoultanously plotted our individual positions on the scale in this app, then the picture of dots on the scale would be the most precise map of the world as change experience it is possible to produce. Learning how to plot our positions as mixes of fluidity and solidity on this scale and learning how to read and understand the combined plots of the scale as it fluctuates in time would be to discover the world as it really is and hence also the beginning of an era in which our understanding of ourselves and our context would be as close to reality as it can get. It would be the beginning of the era of correspondence and consequently also potentially an era of near infinite sustainability.
Conclusion: The questions we ask should be constructed in such a way, that the answers can always be interpreted as a mix of fluidity and solidity also. If human experience of change as density can be reduced to mixes of fluidity and solidity, these mixes are the closest we come to a dna for the answers that should be the base for the structure of our questions. If the answer of a question can be translated into a mix of fluidity and solidity and hence placed accordingly on a scale defined in its extremes by the event horizons of fluidity and solidity, the question is a true (truth equals infinite sustainability) statement in itself and the answer a confirmation of the property of measurable macroscopic probability as a definition and map of human experience and as such of the world as change.
(Thomas Heide, Aarhus, January 30th, 2021. Over and out.)
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