When the automatism has extracted all possible value, breaking the toy,what happens to the incalculable, to the last ton of silicon?
That’s where the Fractosphere is born: not after the calculus but beyond its exhaustion.
Incalculable residue is pure relationship. Like poetry. Like dew on a ledger.
That’s where the Fractosphere is born: not after the calculus but beyond its exhaustion.
Incalculable residue is pure relationship. Like poetry. Like dew on a ledger.
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March 29, 2025 at 3:29 PM
When the automatism has extracted all possible value, breaking the toy,what happens to the incalculable, to the last ton of silicon?
That’s where the Fractosphere is born: not after the calculus but beyond its exhaustion.
Incalculable residue is pure relationship. Like poetry. Like dew on a ledger.
That’s where the Fractosphere is born: not after the calculus but beyond its exhaustion.
Incalculable residue is pure relationship. Like poetry. Like dew on a ledger.
Catch me if u can
January 29, 2025 at 7:52 AM
Catch me if u can