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<FONT SIZE="3">INTRODUCTION</FONT><BR>
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<FONT SIZE="5">Zoacodes</FONT> <BR>
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We do not comprehend an object so much as entwine with it. We and the
object swoon around a node of mutual attraction. As we are prone to sense
objects everywhere, we are drawn to an infinite firmament of contact points,
a field of seductions.<BR>
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We find ourselves up against a ubiquitous, howling node. </font></p>
<p><FONT SIZE="4">This situation might be reduced to mere psychology: we idly
stroke a spinoff of human attention, our integrated consciousness reflecting
off the observed. But without proof of either objects or consciousness we
cannot be sure our attention is inside you or me, within our minds, or outside
in the world.<BR>
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Dispensing with the usual stampede of hunches, we abandon the obsession
to locate anything anywhere. We kiss goodbye both objectivity and subjectivity,
science and art. We dissolve all arguments, acquiescing to an expression
about the living node, about points of contact, about the very pulse of
our world, which can be said with sheer presence:<BR>
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<img src="=belinker=.gif" width="93" height="82"><BR>
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We are this node.<BR>
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