Information content

10000 years ago some Altamira cave man drew a fuming byson with color clay that enlightened us about the environment and ability of our ancestors.

Our astronomers give us lot of information about our universe. It is ever expanding . It's size. It's dimensions. It's age.

I write million words every year. I do not read them. Last night I took off. I felt very sick. I became absent. This morning Cole came to my bedside many times. He even called me uncle. But I could not get up. My body was going through overall.

It took about 30 hours to compose my thoughts. I think million thoughts a day. It is too much of an effort to write them down. But still do some of them. they are very repetitive.

Recently I discovered i can not compose any thing worth writing or reading. I am not collector of laurels. My learnings are not worth the dust and must not even be preserved.

I still write. i do not be deluded to think that i am worth listening to.

As a child i lived in a city being built from scratch. It was surrounded by villages. Throughout the day villagers used to be with us. They used to give us all food supply labor and whatever we needed. Later in the afternoon they moved away.

In our early days of computing we really thought seriously that accuracy mattered. We used to keep more information about content than necessary.

We have learnt information can not be retained. We selectively move information out of our sight. I have lots of books today that shall not be opened in any time future. I often imagine myself comfortably sitting outside under glass ceiling and visible sky. assimilating my ignorance.

I have already measured information content (IC) of my entire life. IC is independent of my tenure, my life has no value direct or indirect. it is many many times duplicates. Every moment is duplicate.

Fakes. 

my life as a whole is entirely fake. I can show nothing. i have no proof. i have no witness. my life is entirely waste.

none or nothing no moment in my world is worth my thought or recollection ~ i do not have any memory

i do not waste efforts in interpreting or understanding that has no reliability

how do i even prove me and my existence

do i start believing in words