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It's very odd, the things that cross my mind as I begin to sleep. Last night I decided I needed to write an essay called "Theology Considered As A Fine Art". I also discovered (via the Chinese Room argument about the nature of intelligence, automated knowledge discovery, and citation indices) an image of cumulative scholarly publishing as an intelligent hypertext, possibly called Science. I do mean image - it was transparent, human-shaped, massive, and moved like an amoeba.

This would have been fine, except it started slow dancing with Language.





(Word for "moved like an amoeba"?)