Everyone lives by some sort of code. Even when they believe they don’t have a code, that in itself is a code.
What is the code or codes that you live by and how did they come about?
One I can live by, but not the other
I’m unsure if I don’t like rules and codes because I have a very bad memory, or a very good philosophical theory to excuse myself from following them. The thing is that I don’t like codes since I was a teenager.
(That doesn’t mean that I didn’t follow codes or rules. I just don’t like them. I’m like a theoretical anarchist.)
But today, when I hear or read the word code I only can think about computer programs or genetics. And I really like any of those.
Code as rules is static, a simple recipe or formula with pre-established “if this then that” statements. What to do or not in certain circumstances. This kind of code simplifies complex things.
Code as in programs or genetics is dynamic, a set of pieces to make machines, artifacts, timepieces. This kind of code can be simple but generate complexity.
I don’t live by the first kind of code but by the second one: different sets of ideas, images, phrases, sounds, texts, data, information, emotions, blood, and flesh that move my mind, my body, and my self.
I like to think I live by a code or codes, like in a Matrix movie.