Welcome to the Machine

I can sit down in front of my washing machine and meditate while it is operating in a very very confident fashion :) Maybe I am compensating the deprivation, caused by the chaotic and non-managable equations of life, with the comfort provided by my reliable and simple machine.
Machine has always been a powerful symbol for the ones who think of life. It is beyond time. The concept of machine affected lots of influencers of different epochs: I can consider  René Descartes, Gilles Deleuze, Félix Guattari, Roger Waters, Alan Mathison Turing and Nazım Hikmet Ran as the ones who had songs, books, ideas and poems on the machine. Descartes was saying that human body is a sort of machine that works according to the deterministic rules of the nature. Although Deleuze and Guattari were proposing the concept of rhizome and "body without organs", they were talking about the desiring machine for explaining the social system. Alan Turing devised a simple and beautiful abstract machine, which is capable of implementing any possible algorithm in the universe of mathematics, and the whole computer industry has been growing up under the shadow of Turing machines. Roger Waters of Pink Floyd was positioning individuals as passive and highly controlled units against the machine that is able to rule the entire world: The Big Brother, The System:

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you
know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star,
He played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar.
He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the Machine.

                                                    Roger Waters, 1975


And finally, Nazım Hikmet was desiring to become a flawless machine:

Trrrrum,
     trrrrum,
          trrrrum!
     trak tiki tak!

Makinalaşmak
          istiyorum!

Beynimden, etimden, iskeletimden
geliyor bu!
Her dinamoyu
     altıma almak için
               çıldırıyorum!

Tükürüklü dilim bakır telleri yalıyor,
     damarlarımda kovalıyor
          otodirezinler lokomotifleri!

Trrrrum,
     trrrrum,
          trrrrum!
     trak tiki tak!

Makinalaşmak
          istiyorum!

Mutlak buna bir çare bulacağım
     ve ben ancak bahtiyar olacağım
                    karnıma bir türbin oturtup
          kuyruğuma çift uskuru taktığım gün!

Trrrrum,
     trrrrum,
          trrrrum!
     trak tiki tak!

Makinalaşmak
     istiyorum!

                                       Nâzım Hikmet RAN (Kaplan, 2005: 329)

I am living on machines. I am automating, developing, integrating machines in order to compose reliable and cost effective systems. No matter what your occupation is, your interaction with the machines may make you feel satisfied and happy or make you anxious and tired at the end of the day.
When I am dealing with the machines, such as my washing machine above, I am full of warm feelings :)
Am I odd?

Transformation Needed

Bruce Lee was one of the great persons whom I admire. The feeling in me, while I am travelling in the veins of the varying sizes of the life itself, is that I am being stuck and cannot flow forward any more for some reason. I can sense that something must be changing dramatically in time. A kind of revolution, maybe... That will be the one that looses the veins again and lets the blood free and releases the life. Yes my friends. I want this revolution. I need this.
Look around... The old fashioned everything is about to stop. The education cannot make the mass intellectuals, the industry is killing the natural environment, the medical science of centuries is not able to beat tiny miny viral life forms, the economy, hence the mathematics, of this form is becoming useless, so called information is some signal on the cable, chaos is everywhere... Formal patterns are dead. Classics are not sufficient.
And suddenly when we look back to early 1970s a man was saying "Don't get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water. Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water. Now you put water in a cup, it becomes the cup; You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle; You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend"
I know, we need a great revolution after which we can calculate the fuzzy parameters, solve the chaotic equations and the new form of everything will be "unknown" and unique motto of every philosophical school will be written to the books "be water my friend".
Lee was knowing this. Turing and Gödel were knowing this.
Respect.