the fact is

So you’re telling me –

No, I’m not telling you anything.

But – you were saying…

“You were saying, you were saying”– what does it matter what “I” was saying?

?

Who am I to say anything?

Er…

Do you really imagine I can possibly know anything better than you?

…?

That I’m somehow privy to information that you’re not?

Er…

Really? Just let that sink in, if you’d be so good.

I…

Yes, you’re not getting a word in edgeways, are you – probably because I’m a blabbermouth with a intellectual I-knows-best complex – God help me, fool that I am.

Well, now that you mention it…

But for all my many sins, caveat emptor.

?

Buyer beware.

Er…

Beware of false prophets. Beware of snake oil salesmen. Beware of teachers or “experts” who believe they have the answer, or want you to believe it.

Well, in that case, I guess I’ll be off.

Not so fast.

Huh?

Process.

Process what?

Process this natural inclination to put one’s trust in external authorities.

Well, one can hardly be an expert in every field, can one?

No, one can not, but this isn’t about being an expert, is it?

Er…

It’s about knowing.

Well?

Knowing, spelt k-n-o-w-

i-n-g  yes, I think I know how to spell knowing.

Excellent. You know how to spell it – but do you know how to use it.

Use it? It’s not an appliance, is it?

Not exactly… Or do you know how to do it?

Do it? How to do “knowing”? What a bizarre turn of phrase.

Because knowing is a process.

It is?

Absolutely.

I rather assumed it was a repository of facts or information – a warehouse, if you like, which either contains the necessary item in stock, or does not.

Ah, well there you’d be grossly mistaken.

Huh – I’m going to hold you to your word – and not believe your ridiculous definition of the word “knowing”.

Hoisted by my own petard. Drats, and double drats. But setting aside your belated attempt at intellectual independence, or obstinacy if I’m not mistaken – let me suggest that knowing is a 0=1 function.

Huh?

A 0=1 function.

And?

As in, a squaring the circle function.

Oh God, will this never end?

Surely you know what I mean by squaring the circle?

Do you want me to pretend I do?

Not unless you enjoy pretending. Never do something just to please another.

Ok, I’m clueless, though, as you so rightly said – I dare to believe – I must know what it is and have no need to rely on you as an external authority for elucidation.

Bravo. None whatsoever.

So what do I do now?

Good question. What would you like to do?

I’d like to hear the answer.

Excellent. Well, it’s obviously lodged in a part of your anatomy which is not instantly available for retrieval as you never got round to setting up a good data retrieval system – did you?

No, I suppose not. I was always happy to rely on you for that function.

So I, you see, am guilty of standing between you and your own knowledge. My sincerest apologies.

Ok, so if the answer is within – how do I access it?

How would you like to?

No idea.

Bad. No idea is stubborn and obstinate. It’s a sulky, churlish creed. A puckered upper lip. A frown. A lazy, can’t even be bothered humph.

Oh.

Much better to consider positive ways of getting better connected to the levels and layers within, around, or via your self.

How?

How do you think?

By knowing?

Absolutely.

A vicious circle.

Ask what helps the thought process.

A walk perhaps...

Excellent.

Meditation.

Superlative.

Doodling.

Formidable [with a French accent]

Writing a dialogue – like this one.

Ah ha – you fly higher and higher my friend. Yes indeed. All of the above, in fact, it’s fair to say that the entire world and everything happening therein is, as Douglas Adams suggested, one super computer processing thoughts, arriving at answers or, God forbid, knowledge.

No way.

How could it not be so?

Er…

A vast interactive platform of getting to know – by thinking-doing-messing around – the life process is one part necessity, one part absurdity, one part misapprehension and seven parts prevarication.

Oh, is that a fact?

Not really – but it sounded good so why should I let the mind’s obsession with facts stand in my way?

But how’s that going to help us to know?

Because knowing is as much about creating facts as it is about discovering them.

Huh?

Because facts are little things that are here today, gone tomorrow, whereas the fishing rod can catch another fish on any occasion if you know how to use it.

Oh.

Indeed.

There’s literally nothing to it.

Nothing?

Absolutely.

Er…

You already know everything there is to know.

But… how?

Because you are an integral part of the Field.

I am?

Absolutely.

So the Field is all knowing?

Absolutely.

Kind of like God.

Kind of, yes.

But not exactly God – you’re saying.

What does it matter what I’m saying. You can’t help knowing the answer if you know your self.

My self?

Well, your self is more than just a body and a mind.

It is?

Well yes – a body and a mind are only external forms, projections in the physical world of the Field you contain within you.

Oh. Are you sure?

Should I be sure?

Well you seem to know what you’re talking about.

But maybe I’m delusional.

Precisely. You might be delusional.

How would you know?

Well I never heard anyone else ever talk about me containing a field within.

The Field.

That neither.

And what?

What? Well, how likely is it to be true if no one’s ever mentioned it before. I certainly never heard mention of it at school.

Oh well – you’d better go back to your school facts then – if you find them so appealing.

At least they have the stamp of authority. They’ve been well researched. They’re widely accepted to be true, or at least close to the truth.

Hum… You’re certainly keen on accepting other people’s authority – aren’t you.

Like I said – I can hardly be an expert in every field of enquiry.

Like I said, whatever.

Hey – you never said “whatever”.

I know. I just lied.

Well that just goes to show – how can I take you seriously? How can I trust your testimony if you’re willing to blatantly lie?

I don’t know. Why would you want to “take me seriously”? My words are just words. Food for thought – but if your mind is already made up – if you’re already wedded to the matrix – the reality we’re a part of – then nothing I say matters to you, regardless.

Regardless of what?

Regardless of whether it’s true or not.

Well, I like to believe that I’m open to new ideas, new opinions, that I’m able to discern the truth…

Do you? How likely is that? Have you tested your belief?

Not exactly.

Have you ever stopped and wondered where exactly the mind that you seem to be made of originates – what it wants – where it’s heading?

Not exactly.

Have you ever experienced moments of lucidity or deep inner peace and knowing – or an out of body experience – or the most dramatic one – a near death experience.

I… I’m not sure. I can’t recall.

Ever taken psychedelics?

Er… Not exactly.

Not exactly? Interesting reply. It looks like I’m not the only one capable of telling little white lies.

Well, you do ask awkward questions.

I do, don’t I. And you do like your “safe space” don’t you.

“Safe space”? I don’t know about that. I imagine myself to be a risk taker.

Correct – you imagine or believe this. Kite surfing and riding a scooter on holiday – these are indeed minor risks which you have taken…

Hey – who told you about those.

No one. I guess I just know stuff.

How?

I don’t know. Just by knowing I expect.

That’s creepy.

Is it? Creepy that the Field informs me of stuff that is relevant to my current activities or current conversation.

Well yes. After all, everyone’s allowed their own privacy.

Absolutely – but you never got round to activating your privacy function. You’re an open book and completely controllable, completely controlled by the so-called government, by the so-called authorities that you hold in such high-esteem.

I wouldn’t say that. I have the same degree of freedom as everyone else.

Locked in your house.

For my own safety – and the safety of people who are vulnerable to this virus.

This virus – you say – I wonder what the Field has to say about it.

How would the Field know anything about a virus?

How could a virus or anything, for that matter, exist independently of the Field in which all information, all conscious-ness or C3 for short, is stored, vibrates, lives, breathes, actually exists.

So you can see this virus in the Field? Is that what you’re saying?

See it, feel it, hear it, know it – something like that – if it exists.

And?

And what?

Does it?

Does it what?

Exist?

I have no idea. Why don’t you take a look?

Because, in case you haven’t realised – I don’t know how.

Is that a belief or a fact?

I – don’t know.

[Yawn]

If I knew how to access this so-called Field – don’t you think I would? It sounds fairly thrilling.

Indeed it is. If it’s a Field you hardly need to access it.

No?

No – it would have to be integral to your existence.

Well if it is – it’s amazingly well hidden.

Isn’t it – hidden in plain sight. Amazingly.

Oh come on – you’re being flippant.

Am I? Look – I’ll tell you what I can do.

Yes?

I can briefly turn yours off.

You can?

Yes. No problem.

And?

And then you’ll see what it’s like when it’s absent.

Oh. Is that going to be dangerous?

Could be – but probably not as dangerous as not even knowing that your Field exists.

Oh.

So, buckle your seatbelt. Here goes…

!! I refuse to accept that I’m just a computer.

Do you? I wonder why?

Because I’m human.

Absolutely.

Then why do I see this ugly, stupid computer?

Because without the Field that’s all you amount to.

It is?

Yep. Just a computer. A simple processor.

But I’m biological.

Yep.

So how can I be just a computer?

NO idea. It’s a miracle, isn’t it.

A miracle you say? It’s bloody appalling.

The Field in you, around you, wherever it is – cannot be just a processor of alien facts and information.

Alien?

From external sources.

No? Why not?

Because the Field is alive and strong. The only way you could contain or control it would be by re-engineering yourself into a kind of computer.

But how? Why would I do that?

No idea. Maybe that’s what you always wanted – to eliminate infinity from the equation – to conjure up a reality of facts and things – a sterile promontory, as Hamlet so eloquently puts it.

But why?

You have your reasons, I suspect – but why ask me? If you’re interested apply within. Ask her.

Her? Who’s that?

Her? The Field of course, silly.

But why her? Why not it?

I don’t know? Why all the questions? Why the obsession with not knowing the nature of mind, the nature of my-I and all-that.

Presumably because there’s nothing to know.

Nothing to see here – move on, move on.

Well, if there were, people would be talking about it – wouldn’t they?

And you’re willing to rely on them, are you, these indiscriminate people?

What choice do I have? I can hardly question everything, can I?

True, you can hardly question everything, after all, that would almost certainly lead you smack bang into the Field – which certainly seems to approximate, remarkably well, everything or infinity if you like.

There you go – steering the conversation back to your beloved pet subject – the so-called Field.

Look, the Field I assure you is nothing.

Wait a minute – you mean to say after all you’ve said that it’s…

Nothing. Absolutely.

You mean you’ve been lying again.

I don’t see how I can help but lie.

?

All language, after all, is but metaphor.

?!

A never really equals B, or C for that matter. One thing is never really another – and when you truly know what you’re seeing – you realise that everything is unique – that we are just a series of experiences – a kind of awareness strung between variable degrees of certainty.

Er…

So, technically, everyone is lying, even though they may not be aware of it.

Shallow. You’re splitting hairs, yet again, playing with words disingenuously.

And yet, if I’ve bothered to get to know how to know – then you may find that there’s something more than fakery or manipulation at the heart of what I’m presenting.

May I? I don’t see how. So far I’ve just encountered intellectual dishonesty.

Hum… try this for size…

No        way     !

Amazing, isn’t it.

Beyond words.

That’s the trouble, you see, with words.

Oh       my     God.

Indeed.

Why didn’t you say straight away?

Well, observe your Field – let’s use the rewind function – there – can you see how your Field was shaping up during the dialogue.

Absolutely. Wow! How fascinating.

Isn’t it just.

So it takes time – for it to warm to the occasion.

Yes, to bring it out of hibernation, so to speak.

And then, suddenly – you deliver your coup de grace.

Me? I actually take a back seat. You do the hard work – your Field unfolds itself and for the first time in living memory you experience the circle outside the square containment field.

Holy – I know not what.

Absolutely.

And the best thing is that…

Precisely – though I’m not sure they’ll make much sense of that – unless you can infect them with your…


-0=1

Too much, too far – but you never know – might work.

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