That compresses the data most.
Now that’s a sentence. That’s a poem,
Not that poems know anything much
About modeling or being
Correct. We do know compression,
Although we do say so ourselves,
And we tend to do it backwards.
Leave interpretation open.
Treat data as beveled windows,
Not gates. Stain the glass abstractly.
Compressed light can mean anything.
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