On Reentry

Reentry-related aphorisms taken from the whole story that deals with Death, Reentry, Space and Work

Camel’s iconic Ice also requires a decent audio kit to be fully enjoyed. The engineering challenge to produce Analogue to Digital Converters to digitize the material as well as Digital to Analogue Converters to reproduce it (and still give to the audience the shivers that the original was giving) was enormous.

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He: One cannot fully cover one domain by omitting the other. I mean, you cannot talk about Reentry without mentioning Death, Work, and Space and vice versa! Reentry presupposes a space where you re-enter, requires work while it is being done as the next best thing to resurrecting a situation!
She: Bullshit!
He: Well, we usually talk to solve a problem! Even if we don’t solve the problem, by just sharing what is bothering us, become comfortable in our space! This is why Logos is important! Why do we spend so much time communicating, if not for the consolation that this sharing is offering? But talking for nothing is non-existent!
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I know the importance of Space. I am risking Death for it since age 15 when I started smoking. You see, I do not smoke for the joy of smoking per se (my first puff was as bitter as anyone’s). Its initial sweet dizziness soon offered no further comfort other than craving relief. I, like most, smoke to claim some extra space. My puffs help me claim extra space and give me a break from what is constraining me. From the boring fellow student in high school to the boring colleague or the boring task. Smoking signals to others that I am reentering a break, a private mode, piss off! Or it can signal the creation of joint space between those I want to smoke together. It is not much different from fleeing one’s native land, at times risking death, for quality space to live and work.

But even computing, my Work, started with the intention to generate personal space. You see, when I started back in 1981, aged 12, most were unaware of what computing is; never mind what it can be. Computing shielded me from the control of others. It also helped me define my identity! I was not the son of a famous/popular father anymore! Whatever I was doing, was anonymous, authentic, true, and real me. I got so used to it that given the choice, I even changed country aged 17. I claimed even more private space, as well as study my hobby and avoid the death of my creativity.

Death’s description is beyond my capacity of expression. Not just in English, even in my mother tongue. The recent realizations due to Covid didn’t help either…