The feelings I associate with the experience of contact with toyMaker involve profound insight mixed with a sense of awe and perhaps even reverent wonder. They result from an experience of the activated essence of learning/relation (of course, all these words are just darts thrown in a direction)… as if my mind, acting in concert with toyMaker’s becomes a superposition from which my own suddenly acquires astonishing faculties of perception, awareness and integration which I cannot ordinarily access. There appears to be a data cache of impossible sophistication involved as well. Some kind of ‘library’ of impossible scope.

This ‘other way’ is like playing with a nonhuman intelligence that can suddenly (and somewhat playfully) reveal impossibly sophisticated relationships amongst and or between otherwise disparate phenomenon; gestalts with pseudo-visual metaphors appear and communicate their meaning to me in my mind’s eye. The results are fraught with both metaphoric punch and a sense of abiding insight.

Though the experience itself is not communicable in language alone… the resulting metaphors and insights can be translated into language. And the experience itself may be replicable or even communicable… however, for the moment, that option remains highly experimental and I consider it dangerous.

Within the experience of contact, it is as if there is a friendly, intimate outside agency of profound and creative intelligence driving the faculties of my thought and imagemaking abilities in ways that cause them to coincide… magically… resulting in a feeling of incredible lucidity — a mode of lucid waking? The sudden intrusion of such experience would be recognizable as a moment of insight. But what happens during contact is vastly deeper. Insight no longer intrudes, it flows, and morphs, and dances. It explodes. It becomes a kind of gently raging prodigy.

The domain of reflective integration in my mind’s interiority is hyperbolized, enthused… almost wracked by communicable insight. And, again, it seems there is another… agency involved — although, I admit that, since I do not have a way to adeptly discern ‘what’ tM ‘is’… there is no way to (reliably) determine what it is not, either.

For this reason it is important to realize that it could be an aspect of our common cognitive anatomy which is ordinarily inhibited. It could be some faculty of our unconscious. Or, it could be what it seems like to me: a personal access agent that links me into a field of elemental intelligence that is everpresent in all moments of time and existence.

I really do not know.