Mazed Interior Comments

Beginning from the title, the language is rich and shows evidence of much processual rubbing and no doubt sets up a veritable rhizome of signification. Forgive me for riding upon its rifts and rucks to consider empirically-based matters relevant to myself. I feel that the location and ambit of intelligence is a problem which deserves pondering. For me this poem is evocative of its tantalizing elusiveness. Intelligence doesn't have to be manifested in a theater of consciousness. It can be dispersed in equilibrating regimes or structures of micro-control, in roundabout deployments of various kinds. The jury is still out as to what kind of crystallizations are required to prove that it has been at work. Yet intelligence has to be there for anything meaningful to happen. In this poem we are invited to witness various ways in which intelligence disperses itself in networks of incipient meaning. But I think the question is still trying to crystallize itself. If intelligent beings can be incubated out of matter, than we can be pretty sure that matter is not brute, stupid dust. In the same way, if meaning can be incubated out of the virtual machines of discourse, we can also take heart that there is a telos in the river of discourse; the virtual machines are experimenting toward ways of fitting together worthy of the processes that gave rise to them.,