song by Mount Fabric
Heuristic Fits lyrics
An omnidirectional fit of heuristics
And it's doing its best to step outside of itself
But it's a Russian doll whichever way you look at it
In the moments that boundaries degrade
It just gets crushed by the mass of information
All things at once are truth and instantly bleached
All its senses blinded, overloaded in every way
How to escape the semantic grid?
It's there in place for your own protection
Where do you start without the concept of starting?
Well, you can feel everything but know nothing about it.