Big Data

So, I'm told I have 100 billion neurons (by someone ignorant of youth's indiscretions) each with about a thousand synapses, to connect its own specific grandeur or fear to a grand of other neurons and their neuroses and all of these cadre's and feeling tentacles are always moving - reaching - searching, for input and an interested listener for minute sparks of insights they may have, maybe a few a second, and over the course of time they begin to add up - these datum of days Significant amounts of minutia and marvels in my minute-to-day-to-decade-to-lifetime collection of me, in my own Icloud of inputs what more could a sentient mind want but a spoonful of sugar, and some free radicals to really open up the ol' data pipes BIG data, is what life's all about these days, of statistical medians and means, trying always to crunch our cramponed boots to the top of the standard deviation curve and look out at all the rest of experience below us, our own vista of life Racks of digitals softly hum to us in our society and like us, this evolution (perhaps) of life abhors to throw anything back to the world without gleaning profit or meaning from it, no digital potato peels or binary bones tossed without a specific mission statement satisfied So, it's not so different today, in "modern" times as it was back then, when chain-mailed or toga'd or animal skinned, or just buck-naked, we took in everything that we could as individuals, and stored its meaning, its grief, its joy, part of our memories stock-in-trade for the core analytical questions of "what?" and "why?" © Goode Guy 2012-11-16 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_data