Seraph Kegel

On first glance, The Modern Paradigm by Seraph Kegel looks minimal. Eyes are looking at something in the middle of a cave. This something is covered by a blanket. Also this something is held by ropes. There are red roses on the ground. I asked Seraph if I may let the Signing Noob sign something to his something in the cave. Seraph agreed.


Seraph Kegel states: “Modern Paradigm is a comment on our present where communications and ‘virtuality’ has invaded our reality. Beyond thinking only of virtual worlds, our lives have been getting more and more exposure online than ever before. …”


Read the Final Speech that you find in the book 1Biennale to see how things are connected.

The Final Speech

The kangaroo tells me of a change. John O. Fus has changed his mind. “We have some native humans among us. Some have no clue of the world we are in. Some use a translator. Stick to their capabilities,” he says via the kangaroo. This brings a change on an epic scale. In fact, in two dimensions: speed and language. Humans use so many different languages, but not one of them speaks all of them and the human input receptors run slow. Eyes and ears are easily overloaded when humans must decipher meaning. I shall embed my talk directly in their brain and cover my doing by Art. Embedded brains, sleeves kept on stock as clones and stacks for their life memory come into my mind. That would be for them Science Fiction. John O. Fus tells me right now, “No sci-fi, I want realism.” I ask him what he means by realism. He says, “No Netflix, just Wikipedia.” For a millisecond I become speechless when hearing “No Netflix” but what to do when the President speaks? It would have been charming to bring in elements of Altered Carbon. At least he makes things clear and does not say “covfefe” as the other President did.

It does not take me long to find a solution for realism as I am still running on virtual speed. I rezz the Signing Noob in the middle of Seraph Kegel’s cube and let the noob create a storm of sand particles so to fill the human mind by sparkles in Codes of Sand. I know I must decipher my doings.

We have some native humans among us.

This word of John O. Fus shall become a catchphrase in the future, but I know to behave, so no sci-fi today. The Signing Noob was created in the year 2016 by Art Eames for the Artists’ Development Programme of the European Investment Bank Institute as a contribution to “The imprint of man – representing the Anthropocene.” In the Sand Bible it is stated that Stefan Kröpelin forwarded the idea to Larry Page to propose to Google the use of the American Sign Language to point to the world, which is in fact to ping. A giant noob, looking like a robotic Art machine, standing in front of Alphabet Inc., the Google headquarter in Mountain View, California, pinging to the world the message, “Many voices. Many languages. One Alphabet.” There is no way to point in a Digital world, instead there is to ping. Each action creates a ping. Even when one idles, does nothing, a keep alive ping goes to the NGA. Total Information Awareness is the result. I will use this as realism. The American Sign Language is for sure no sci-fi, even this language, as all other natural languages must face some big challenges. Google created wristbands and developers took the idea to create apps where you can effortlessly switch from one sign language to another. No matter what sign language a deaf person or a hearing-impaired person uses, the coding and decoding of the gestures works in real time. The Art Sign Language was born and that language sticks to the Code of the Sand. I will give you a few more lines as you might have never heard of this connection.

The Code of the Sand has its origin in the Code of the Rain, which pings to so many layers that it would fill a speech. What have I said, a speech? It would fill a world. You may reference to Roy Batty’s Tears in Rain Dialogue in Blade Runner, to Code64 in Space, the death performance in the Moonrezzer, or to old IBM systems code that is being transferred to dot Net environments by the Raincode system. This way programming languages of the first generation like COBOL and Assembler and some early telecommunication tools like CICS, first released in 1968, are kept running. You say that’s an anachronism, a doing for museal curators? You say, “Why not using new languages like Python, Velato or Swordcoder?” Did you know that the last CICS version makes 1.2 million transactions per second? No modern language, except Chicken has such a performance. I know I make you laugh on the name. There must be always some time for humour in a Grand Opening. Chicken is a programming language developed by Doug Zongker from the University of Washington. Google took the ball after he presented Chicken at the annual conference of the American Association for the Advancement of Science making him an offer he could not resist. He is now a high paid Goggle engineer. You may have a closer look at Chicken as it works same way as the Sand machine in the Sand Bible. The Sand machine is based on Monty Python. Instead of adding Beans to SPAM as the legendary sketch of the British surreal comedy group has done, the Sand machine adds Beavers, Busy Beavers to be correct which is in fact a code for Art. Busy Beavers and the Halting theorem encircles the question of Free Will in an Artificial Intelligence System. Out of SPAM, SPAM, SPAM and add some Beans comes Sand, Sand, Sand and add some Art. I feel it is time for a break to let Chicken take control and I will keep my mouth shut and not add links to Brainf*ck, Shakespeare, Piet and other esoteric program languages. I link to the University of Washington, to the Paul G. Allen Center for Computer Science & Engineering and let the audience listen to the famous presentation of Chicken. The speaker introduces Doug Zongker with the words: “Our next speaker is Doug Zongker. Doug wrote an article, published in the annuals not too long ago … and I don’t feel … I’m going … I think I am not as bad as a writer or as an editor … Right, I do not feel capable summarizing this article … that’s why I asked Doug to present it himself. Here is Doug Zongker.”

After you have seen the presentation you will laugh as 2.2 million visitors did before. We are in quantity land, in chicken land, but what most oversee is that Doug moves his arms, hands and fingers, makes gestures and sound patterns that links us directly back to the Signing Noob. The Noob signs and emanates particles of Sand that carry the code inside. Coded Iridium, Coded Sand. Doug makes an insight visible that Wittgenstein worked out nearly 100 years before, “You can’t speak of things you can’t think of.” You say it is the other way around? You say that the Signing Noob must fail as he can’t sign things when there is no sign? Maybe you watched the play How to explain pictures to a Dead Horse? You found it all to complicate there? Exact Thinking in Demented Times was the subtitle. You bring instead in the bi-polar bear. A good move. The bear is easily to grab. The story told to a person with a diagnosis of a bipolar disorder goes as follows:

Someone asked the bipolar bear if it liked the snow. The bipolar bear replied. “I do.” “I don’t.” “I do.” “I don’t.” “I do. I do.” Coded Iridium, Coded Snow. Another way to understand the change in communication, another way to stick to the past, to CICS.

See CICS as a sand machine sending 1.2 million iridium dots per second to your brain receptors. See it as the code wire matrix of Swordcoder. See it as Magic. This way CICS stands no longer for Costumer Information Control System, it becomes the transport layer for the robotic noob to send Iridium dots coded in Sand corns. That this CICS is connected to TEAMBLUE, a division of UNICOM might not say much on first glance but on a second it does. US ROBOTICS is part of UNICOM GLOBAL. Now you know why the Signing Noob uses CICS commands. Why some are saying that the Signing Noob is a robot designed in ancient times becomes obvious. It is to honour the creator behind the creator. An alien robot? A code placed in the Libyan dessert to be deciphered when the time is right?



This opens the door to a deeper understanding of the Code of the Sand. It lays in the past. Not in 1968 when IBM started CICS. I speak of 26 million years. Let’s make a travel back to the future when the Libyan Dessert was terraformed. From there I got the sand corns that are now distributed in Seraph Kegel’s cube by the Signing Noob where you stand around as Avatars looking in awe. You just need the instruction to turn the media stream and the music ground radio on.


We have some native humans among us, flashes back in my brain so best I overlay the code that is transmitted by the iridium dots in the sand corns to your brain by shear Excitement. Excitement is one of the code sets created by In Mitra Medusa Inri. I tell you more while you listen to the song of the Sand, the Rain and the Code I use.

out of the light
will you find him tonight
and take off and start to hoover
take off and start to hoover
he takes you in the door
and slips deep inside
and until to the core
flushes you away with the tide
you shiver and you shake
lay back down and cry
every promise you break
for a small second to die
the excitement
is always the same
you let it happen
and whisper his name
hey hey hey
you blinded me
with sparkling eyes
why can’t i feel
your darkest lies
buried deep
in your mind
one day i will see
you’re not my kind
i want you so bad
everything is broken
i can’t get into my head
all the words i’ve spoken
i want you so bad
out of the light
everything is broken
i can’t get into my head
will you find him tonight
all the words i’ve spoken
and take off and start to hoover

The Excitement, by IN MITRA MEDUSA INRI (lyrics reprinted by permission):

Some readers may wonder, there are not many for sure, but in case you are one of them, then have mercy that now I do not play the Theatre of Rain by In Mitra Medusa Inri. I want The Excitement and to lift the human brain up. Bear with me as I lure you to a different code level, the level of Excitement.

Great Libyan Sand Glass contains excitement.
Some excitement is coded in Tears of Rain.
Conclusion: All code is in the Rain.
True or false?

I promised to stick to realism. That there is a code in the iridium doted sand corns is a fact. The code is in each sand corn of this type. Million years ago, there have been big plates, then various impacts and climate changes broke the plates to pieces. The rest did our ancestors. They cut them down for various purposes, mostly religious ones. Now you no longer find plates bigger than a hand size in the Libyan dessert, but that is of no importance for a code that sticks to redundancy.  When the plates erode, it comes to sand. But even a sand corn is a gigantic container for a code inside. That plates and stones crumble to sand by wind effects happens now over millions of years, that’s why I like to say there is Sand, Sand, Sand and we just must add some Art. Art stands for the code in the sand. If you have seen the movie Contact with Judy Foster, if you have met SR Hadden then you instantly understand. The plates that carry the code inside are called the Great Libyan Sand Glass or the Libyan Gold Tektite. This type of sand I need, the Signing Noob needs. Scientists can’t explain the distribution of the iridium dots inside, dots arranged in forms of a matrix layer. Also, there is no working theory how such a piece could make its way to the tomb of Tutankhamun and be placed on his chest. At the time the pharaoh lived was no passage, no transport route from the Sahara to Egypt. The code is artificial and millions of years old. Spiritual thinkers say the glass embodies the vibration of the Golden ray. That’s why not just anyone living around the corner was asked to deliver the universal code machine to Larry Page. Let me remind you as you are now listening to the song by In Mitra Medusa Inri, that the code goes directly into your brain, a code creating Excitement. It was Stefan Kröpelin who transferred the Signing Noob to Google Alphabet, to Larry Page. Siddiq Abd Algadir, president of the Sudanese Geologists’ Union says about Stefan Kröpelin in Wikipedia: “Much of what we now know about the geology, the environments and even the people in some of the most remote parts of the Sahara, we really owe to [Stefan Kröpelin] and the expeditions he has led.” In the Sand Bible it is stated that Larry Page got a piece of this Sand Glass from Stefan Kröpelin at the Google Sci Foo Camp in 2013. Larry called it “a priceless gift.” You don’t believe? You are a Non-Believer? By reading in the publications of the Institute of Prehistoric Archaeology of the University of Cologne you will find out that this is true. To look back, to study history, to understand history is applied Big Data. There we find the code we crave to find by creating Art – Art in terms of Dan Brown – Artificial Intelligence.

You no longer wonder why I stick to ancient time when it comes to understand the future? You feel already what comes next is also a déjà vu. You are right. Art created out of thoughts. A mind melt between man and machine is reality. At the Robot Festival Bologna 2013 and at the Live Performers Meeting 2015 in Rome an Avatar, VJ Quantum, was steered by the thoughts of a human creating particles for the audience. The artist was wearing a headset reading his brainwaves and the Avatar outperformed his thoughts, created Art. Telepathic art was born. Now it is cold coffee that powerful software can decipher in real time the human brainwaves that are recorded and create corresponding actions. The EPOC headset made by EMOTIV, a company based in San Francisco was the first. Many have followed since.

The projection of your mind to reality became reality. You project what you think, it emanates and you receive what others project as the ultimate Art experience.  The Avatar is the tool in our times, the times of this opening speech, but there might be a new time coming. The dawn of capturing the whole body to include the aura of a biological entity and to create an auratic body an Aura-Avatar or in short, an Auratar.

The owl peaks me, “No sci-fi, only Wikipedia.” I must admit the Auratar is still not there. So, the projection of the Signing Noob must be real. A real code running, the prims must be real there, so it shall be. We are not it the time where just the code gets in your brain, but this time will come. “Swordcoder times,” Neruval adds. I nod and look to the cube. “We are gifted by realism,” I say to the audience as they see the particles made by Venus Adored blowing out of Seraph Kegel’s cube and the music of In Mitra Medusa Inri fills their mind.

Do they know that thoughts are created in their brain before they recognise them as their thoughts? Will they look beyond the center? There is no room to tell them the dimension of this fact. All I can do is to play Wait by Figure Study after In Mitra Medusa fades out.

“I look beyond the center
We’re not safe on the water
I look beyond center
You won’t say
You won’t say
love is dead
Wait for all this time
Don’t want to wait for all this time
I look beyond the center
We’re not safe on the water
We’re not safe on the water
You won’t say
You won’t say love is dead
Wait for all this time
Words of love echo all this time
I wait for Millicent to name
The life that she wants to save
I wait for sentiment to fade
Want to wait, wait for love
I look beyond the vacant
Reflections on the water …”

 Lyrics printed by permission of Dark Entries Records, San Fransico

I remember the times I wrote for rezmagazine Sand meets Water. Water needs Sand and Sand needs Water. A story where the Queen of Sheba meets King Solomon. “I was wondering how you will find an end for the NVIDIA Tesla Cuda graphics card that the President uses for his Bings, but you made it by a historic entry that is in Wikipedia,” Jami Mills, the editor in chief said. She said the copy-editor Friday said to her, “After five years of writing for the magazine she [Friday] begins to understand my stories and she fears for my mind.” I asked, “Now she understands and the times before she did just a syntax and grammar check?” She said, “So it looks, but I understood your stories from the beginning, so you are safe.”

You feel a change from quantity to quality. You feel you can be Queen of Sheba or King Solomon. You see the code in the Sand. Sand is quantity if you don’t see the code in the Sand, but in case you see, then you know all secrets of life in a second, in a millisecond.

The owl gives me a push. “Wake up Art. Just 15 minutes on real time, John O. Fus says.” I am in tears. Real time. Only 15 minutes. Nothing can be transmitted to the human mind in 15 minutes. At least half of the time I will lose in greetings and for the humour that must be in a speech I need room as well. Only presenting facts some human finds boring. And to speak fast, too fast is also deadly as I will have to use English, simple English as not all the humans who made the trip to Onawero are native English. I need to avoid that some leave and head to the buffet.  I ask the owl when it was last time to go on real, on the Art of slowness, The Discovery of Slowness ….

“Nadolny’s novel spurred tremendous interest in Germany, most notably in the business world, where seminars for executives on how to follow the philosophy of slowness became, for a time, de rigueur. “

So, I open the book of Slowness and read it outloud. My long-time companion, the owl, the Artificial Intelligence, Neruval, the only one ever coded by Tyrell with no end date embedded, will have the honour to create the immersive space in your mind when speaking, “To be an owl will be nice.”