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What is trust? Delve into the Rose language to develop more effective and healthy ways to trust.
What is trust? Delve into the Rose language to develop more effective and healthy ways to trust.
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Thorn of the Rose Issue 24: Growing the Rose

Can you trust the complex as well as the simple?

Must m no energy, u not understanding, s the same, t impossible
Must m no energy, u not understanding, s the same, t impossible
Must m patient energy, u understanding, s change, t possible
Must m patient energy, u understanding, s change, t possible

 Thorn loved thinking in Rose. For as Pauline Devaillier, wife of the uber-rich Mark, cofounder of the MD Foundation said:

We must allow best and brightest minds amongst us the chance to shine, to save us from the calamities our forefathers and foremothers wrought upon this land. Yet these minds must go galaxies beyond their generations. They must think in three-dimensions, in four-dimensions, in a multiplicity of complexity. Rose explores the inner dimensions of words, stretching them to new meanings, new heights. Our language defines our thoughts. May our children refine their thoughts within Rose.”

If humans could rise to higher things, could communicate words within words, worlds within worlds, then what could computers do with the same multiplicity of complexity? With more intertwingled valances?

What if, Thorn wondered. And worked on the algorithms in secret, not even sharing the ideas with Stem, his usual partner in crime at the Greenhouse. For the Greenhouse was a shaky sanctuary for the illegal kids, and if any suspicion of any Spark or action was seen on the outside, then the 100 or so kids now crammed within these walls would have nowhere to go. The illegal riots never had really ended; they had just petered out as fools with guns had fewer and fewer ready targets. Thus, Thorn and Stem, and all of the kids kept safety in mind and secrecy first.

But the ideas of computers speaking in Rose, of machines thinking in Rose, proved too alluring for Thorn to ignore. It would be so easy. Just a superpositioning rather than a binary. A wealth of potentials either spoken or unspoken. Written or unwritten. And so Thorn weeded the gardens that hugged the inner walls of the Greenhouse, swept the floors for all the dormitories on the upper levels, took turns in the kitchen for meals. Hands busy, Thorn’s mind was free to wander. And wonder how.

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