What is "unstructured"

Usage examples of "unstructured".

However, many Buddhist contemplatives have been quite aware of the common error of mistaking such a conscious state for one that is utterly unstructured by language and concepts.

He had had brief unstructured liaisons, the captain knows, with Celeste and Imogen and Natasha, and possibly some others, but he had, so it seemed, always preferred to remain in the little pool of a dozen or so voyagers who avoided any kind of formal extended sexual involvement with one particular person.

Someday he, too, is going to be a lobster, swimming around and waving his pincers in a cyberspace so confusingly elaborate that his uploaded identity is cryptozoic: a living fossil from the depths of geological time, when mass was dumb and space was unstructured.

Without my childhood facility for doing sums I might have been arriving at Megapolis up for the part of some decent and long-suffering father falsely accused of child abuse in Social Workers, or even have become a director in an unstructured suit and Raybans, who would sit romancing his PA and drinking decaff in the corner of our canteen.

But Dallas is not Boondock, and the unnatural practice of monogamy is as rooted in the American culture of the twentieth century as group marriage is rooted in the quasi anarchistic, unstructured culture of Tertius in the third millennium of the diaspora.

Her jeans and sweater had been traded in for what looked like large folds of unstitched, unstructured cloth, skirts and overskirts and capes and shawls.

They appealed by catering to the needs of individuals to discover some purpose and to affirm their identity in a risk-free, unstructured society, and to the fascination of the uncritical for peculiar beliefs.

His silk sport coat was soft and unstructured, like the sleek slacks that were the same toast brown of the leather chair he sat on.

I cannot stop this noise, I do not want to, I shriek and shriek and as my voice grows, memories of war-cries come to me, memories of my band racing in to hunt or fight, memories of funereal ululation and exorcism wails but this is none of these, this is my pain, unstructured, uncultured, unregulated and illicit and my own, my agony, my loneliness, my misery, my guilt.