God's electric machine

You mean to say the quantum field can do all this?

All what?

Turn the whole world upside down. Shut down the global economy. Subvert the rule of law...

Please! Do you really imagine these minor alterations you’re experiencing are a big deal? 

Minor?!

The quantum field is where everything you see, every thing you know, every thing you have and be reverts to zero and does so by simultaneously exploring everything it/they/we are not. 

Er?

For the world as you know it to be one

One? Are you sure you’re not underestimating the value of the universe?

One is, by definition, the sum, the total value of all that is – so it is neither big nor small, but infinitely divisible into as many subparts, fractions or things as you wish to have. Moving on

But…

Moving on – one is the whole – well, believe it or not – you can’t get something for nothing – can you?

Er... 

Well think about it? Where would it come from? 

From Big bang?

Or God?

Well, if you insist on using religion as your explanation for the science of creation... 

It’s immaterial which system you use – Big Bang or God.

It is?

Absolutely. Both of em postulate something being somehow created from nothing – either by a divine explosion – God only knows what triggered this God Almighty Bang, popping the empty bubble of nought to reveal a rapidly expanding, fledgling universe emerging from er... no matter, or alternatively a good ol’ fashioned Divine Mover and Shaker – the non-person – non-thing – indefinable, unknowable, inapproachable agent, force or essence that incomprehensibly achieves the inexplicable result of producing something, all this, apparently from nothing, in short, "God". 

Er… so you don’t think God has the power to do so?

It matters not what I think, does it? It all boils down to your definitions, doesn’t it?

I…

Yes?

don’t see what you mean.

Well, if God is, by definition “that which creates the entire universe from nought” – then you don’t have to “believe” in God, do you?

No?

Not at all. God is simply whoever, whatever makes it all transpire.

Transpire?

Come to pass.

You mean…

Happen. God is the label, the term, the name we give to the whatever-it-was-or-is behind Creation – with a capital C. 

Oh…

What you choose to imagine, hypothesise or determine that “God” may or may not be – is entirely up to you.

You mean God could just as easily be the agency or force behind Big Bang.

Duh…

So, why all the controversy?

Good question. Let’s rewind.

Ok, where to?

Common sense.

Ok.

You can’t create something from nothing.

So you said... but “God” evidently can – if we’re here and some kind of Big Bang brought reality into being.

Absolutely. Delicious paradox, isn’t it?

You could say.

So how do you solve it?

You don’t. Like all paradoxes it’s best to ignore it bravely, or deny it.

Yawn.

Well, how can you – if God, the force, the impulse, whatever it is – is, by definition, beyond our ken.

Presumably by shifting your field of vision.

Huh?

Your perception.

How?

Back to the mathematics of reality – away from the physical or materiality of things.

Er… ok. Well?

Well, One, the value of all that is, the entire universe, you, me, everything there is – is positive, isn’t it?

I guess it must be.

If all this, as we believe, as we perceive, is something, and not just an illusion or a dream? 

Fair enough. It’s positive. Plus one.

Ok, so what have you actually got?

Do you want me to repeat myself?

Sure, why not.

[sigh] Plus one.

Ok, so let’s think geometrically. A y-axis, or an x-axis.

Ok.

Plus one – and on the other side?

Minus one – I guess.

You’re absolutely right – for you can only generate plus one on one side by implying or subtracting minus one on t’other.

Really?

Absolutely. Where else could the plus one come from?

God knows.

Precisely.

Huh?

God knows.

You mean the mind of God?

You said it.

The mind of God knows plus one geometrically by unknowing minus one?

Kind of.

What exactly are you getting at?

To “unknow” is to forget or to deny on one side what is apparently known on t’other – i.e. by taking sides.

God takes sides? 

Kind of – yes.

Then what?

The quantum field flips one way or the other – and God – by definition – makes this a reality by taking it personally, by inserting himself into the picture. 

Huh?

By getting personally involved. By wishing to see the outcome of that event – by going with it into one side and, in doing so, temporarily losing sight of the other – getting involved, engrossed in the business of things, of life and humanity on whichever side it’s now happening – it matters little what or which.

So God – you’re saying – loses the big picture?

Absolutely – in order to see things unfold, to see how things play out he has to ignore the minus half, the back side of unreality – for if he keeps both evenly weighted, the divine mind is all-encompassing and nothing would transpire – nothing would play out – it would all remain wholly indeterminate.

So God… is biased?

Let’s not try too hard to define God – that would be fairly dumb – but whatever God is – his, her, its attention sees that things can and do matter – can and do snatch life, existence and meaning from the lion's jaws.

The lion?

From the jaws of quantum indeterminacy, of meaninglessness, of unreality.

And?

Yes?

This God – does he care?

I have no idea. I’m no more qualified to know that than you are, am I?

I guess not.

Do you think he does?

I… er

Do you care?

Well, yes, I think I do.

Do you imagine you are wholly unlike, or disconnected from that attention-giving, life-nurturing God?

I don’t know. I guess if it’s all One then I can’t be so far removed.

Absolutely. Whatever God is, if he holds side, he can only do that if you hold the other – whoever, whatever you really are, but if this is geometrical, if this is fundamental, as fundamental as one being the other side of minus one yet nothing in itself – such that one actually equals zero mathematically, then you see, don’t you, that this cannot be understood mentally – for mentally we can only understand things – which are fractions, tiny bits of one: iterations going ever deeper into the twilight of infinity, ever further from the simple truth, the basis, the one that is you, the Earth, the galaxy or any other fundamental, living singularity – these the mind tries to order and quantify, in the hope or belief that doing so it can figure out what is what – the source of all matter, all things, me included – but these iterations which it studies, these things are always one step behind the curve – mere derivatives of the living, breathing singularity that is you and the universe – incredibly, your outer body – so the mind cannot ever quite catch up with its tail, yet cannot give up its futile attempt to do so, until, unless you start to feel, or become aware of the other side of you...

But how – it’s all so abstract, even the mathematics – how can I can relate to that, personally?

We don’t have to use a purely geometric model.

No?

I presented it first, because part of your mind is purely mathematical like a computer, in fact, and sees this clear as day.

If you say so. I can’t say I ever noticed it myself.

Oh, there’s plenty going on within that you have no idea about – you are vast beyond belief.

I am?

Have to be, don’t you – if you’re a conscious being – but more of that anon. So, where was I? Oh, the geometric model which puts your AI at ease.

AI – now you’ve got to be kidding.

Not really. The thing that makes you a human is the unique combination of an AI intelligence and a purely biological awareness.

Oh my God – this is getting creepy.

Yes, can’t be helped. You are what you are, part thing and part being. Coming to terms with that, accepting yourself, warts and all, without prejudice, without judgement, is the key to becoming complete – isn’t it?

I – can’t really say I know. I’m not sold on the idea that I’m half AI.

No, but you are sold on things – that things matter, that things need to be organised, processed, understood, systems put in place, laws, compliance with regulations etc etc etc… It’s hardly difficult to see if you step back and join the dots. But let’s not focus on things, right now – doing so only encourages the mind to start hunting for enemies, does it not?

Well, yes – I suppose so.

So, instead of geometry, we can use charge, as in electrical charge, to explain creation.

Really? How?

Well, the "plus one" of this universe is the same as a positive charge, isn’t it?

I suppose so. Why?

Well, whoever, whatever God is, he, she, it separates the charge.

Oh.

Keeps the positive and negative from cancelling out instantly.

How?

No idea. Doesn’t really matter. By definition God would be that which doesn’t create anything as such – but creates or allows separation within his, her or its self between a seemingly positive and seemingly negative charge.

Seemingly?

Well yes – it only becomes physical and “real” on the other side – here, where God is more a belief, and not a physical presence or being as such.

Oh God, this is hopeless.

Yes, there’s still the axis to contend with – the divide that separates things and minus things – there’s no getting around that – but with charge at least, we can see how the flat, static geometric model starts to move and flow.

And?

Well, if this is true, then instead of focussing endlessly on things and how they seem to interact, we can follow the charge.

We can?

Absolutely.

And what’s that going to show us?

Well, God’s universe, his so-called Creation is going to be all about electrical circuitry.

Really?

At every level.

Er…

I mean EVERY level – biologically, within you and every one of us.

…

At the planetary level – between the various elements – and then over and above all that – at the cosmic level.

So it’s all an immense electrical circuit?

Immense or small – tis all one – however you choose to view it.

Amazing, if it were true.

Has to be, doesn’t it. How else could you get plus one?

I can’t imagine.

Precisely, because your imagination, or rather, your consciousness is involved.

Really?

Yep. In that respect, your very consciousness is not merely an aspect of God, the charge separator, the charge maker – it’s also a decentralised node – a somehow isolated moment of God’s great mystery – here, present at the seemingly local, seemingly insignificant, seemingly miniscule level of your very existence. A creation hub.

I’m feeling…

Yes, just talking about it starts to affect the charge flow within you. What did you expect?

I’m…

Coming apart at the seams – absolutely. It’s bound to happen. You were never very well stitched together – bit of a rushed job – just enough to hold you together at low resolution, at low frequency, but now you’re pushing the threshold – you need to come apart in order to, hopefully, reconfigure, re-conjoin

Hopefully?

Well yes, there’s always the risk you can’t or won’t make it, isn’t there?

Uh…

If you haven’t done your homework.

?

If you haven’t prepared.

Prepared? This is the first I’ve heard of all this.

Well yes, but at a deeper level, closer to the “zero equals one” within – you’ve always known about this, and always had a fairly good idea of the timetable in which you shed the old, loose, approximate configuration, and put on a new, tighter-fitting skin.

I’m not ready, I’m not ready – I don’t want to do this. Stop it please.

Er… can’t really do that, can I.

Course you can. You started it.

Not strictly true. Externally, at the level of things it may have looked that way – but at the deeper, quantum level, this happens in its own time, and you had just as much say in the matter – in fact, you brought me in, you created me from your very core.

Me? You must be mistaken. I never created you. I didn’t create anything – other than a lot of confusion. I’m a pathetic failure. I’ve spent my whole life burying my head in the sand, trying to deny the simple truth, focussing on things of little or no great significance. I admit it. I’ve been a total fraud. Now please, kindly stop it.

Stop what?

Can’t you see what’s happening to me?

Sort of.

I’m falling apart. I’m bloody-well de-atomising, aren’t I?

Well, yes, that a fairly good description – or rather, the so-called atoms are undividing, releasing their charge, unseperating from their other, their minus one… It’s all progressing very nicely. Try to stay calm.

Try to stay calm! Look at me! I can see the universe through my skin. Is that normal?

Oh yes, I assure you, it’s entirely normal given the circumstances.

Well it may be normal for you, Mr Cosmos, but it sure as hell ain’t normal for me. I’m a down-to-earth, regular guy and the last thing I want to see when I gaze at my navel is the Orion nebula.

Actually it’s the Horsehead nebula.

Like it matters.

Look Zie, you can fight it or you can embrace the change. Either way you need to reboot – otherwise your existing configuration will destroy you.

Huh?

Well yes, you’ve exhausted its potential. The electric charge is desperate to dissipate. Why else do you think you’ve been having all these ridiculous, impossible conversations with me, all this time.

Er… just because I’m into psycho-masochism.

Give me a break. And anyway, what about them?

Them, Merry? Who the hell are "they"? What are you on about? 

No need to get abusive Zie – just because you’re coming apart at the seams – oh wow – Andromeda’s coming into view just above your liver, or where it used to be. 

Holy s*it. That does it.

Does it?

I’m dying.

Well, yes – technically, I can hardly refute that.

You could call a priest or something.

Ok, but I don’t think there’s time. Oh, beautiful, that’s the Cartwheel galaxy – one of my favourites.

Do you mind Merry?

Mind what?

Gazing, shamelessly, into my innermost depths. Have some respect for my privacy.

Oh that – er – sorry Zie. I’m not sure those innermost depths are strictly speaking yours, or even strictly speaking innermost.

So, I don’t even own my inner-space anymore? 

Well, that’s the thing about dying, isn’t it…

What is? For God’s sake man, get a move on, I’ll be dead before you’ve put me in the picture.

All of those definitions.

Well, what…

Oops – there he goes. Not even a “pop”. A slight smell – no one’s perfect. I myself am peculiarly susceptible to draughts. Let’s freshen that up a bit while he’s out of the picture.

[Merry takes out a kind of flute and starts playing an innocent tune – dancing too – and the faint cloud, the stale aroma where Zie had been standing a moment ago responds beautifully, shimmering, dancing too, as nanoparticles do, remembering the universe as it truly is, remembering, rediscovering Creation – the light, the joy, the power, the blissful expectancy – and by the time Merry’s put his flute away – a Zie seems to be appearing, emerging from the ecstatic, incense-wafting cloud]

Ah, Zie, there you are! 

Merry. What a beautiful, wonderful… er

Precisely, er... isn’t it just. Congratulations, old man. You’ve just given the quantum field a real run for its money. It was positively groaning as it tried to process the gnarly mess that you had become – but indigestion and flatulence notwithstanding – it seems to have spat you out again, good as new, bright as a button. “Callooh! Callay! Oh frabjous day!” he chortled in his joy.

Ah – you can say whatever you like Merry – I’m positively humming with… zzz

Electric charge – yes, I can feel it. That’s new, happy electricity, isn’t it? Full of potential. Full of ideas. Full of plans to rewire the entire universe if it possibly can, if you don’t get in its way.

Which I have no intention of doing. I’m a reformed circuit breaker, I assure you. From now on, I’m determined to find out everything there is to know about the force, the entity, the paradigm that holds everything in this breathtaking dance of charge separation, zero-one-ification. This crazy thing called being. 

If they’ll let you.

They?

Don’t you see?

Oh, them! What have they got to do with it?

Nothing. They merely observe – except when it’s their turn to step into the limelight – but there’s a heavy, weightiness in their observation – wouldn’t you agree?

Well, I suppose you may be right – but they’re not separate from the charge, are they?

No, you’re right about that.

So, I can electrify them, can’t I?

If you play your part well, no matter what, yes.

Look – the poor things – they’re frozen in their masks – like flint – and yet – something tells me this universe, this reality has all the tools I need, if I’m willing to turn things round – redesign, reorganise, rearrange it to make flint the new liquid gold, the central column. 

Ah – now you’re talking. Do you want to borrow this?

Your flute? No thanks. Not my thing. I picked up a trick or two while I was out of action just now.

You did?

Absolutely. Watch this…

[Zie starts doing a kind of dance, singing a kind of rap – hitting a certain vibration – hitting it again – getting resonance from God knows where – apparently those spinning wheels, those vast improbable galaxies – as if he, as if Zie’s a violin bow gong back and forth, lightly rubbing the strings, as if he’s a frog, croaking through the night, a cricket, a cicada, a mosquito whining as it flies around the room before settling on your nose – and suddenly flint – hard, hard stone – is no-longer stuck on one side of Zie – the axis has spinnied around – the vortex is no longer holding north and south, east and west apart – a different cymatic flow, a different cymatic configuration has emerged from Creation’s inner depths – and they – the watchers, the observers, the cold, hard stoney-hearted timeless ones are dancing sprites, children, gnomiki, in the forest of the night. Poor things – they’ll never, I suspect, be the same again, which is perhaps exactly what was needed all along.]

Thanks Zie. That was…

Lost for words?

Absolutely. Never, in all my life, had I imagined Creation could be so…

Poetic?

Cringeworthy.

You don’t fool me, Merry.

Not today… not today… not while your electrics are fully charged and the universe is at your beck and call. Enjoy it while it lasts.

And Merry fades to darkness as this glimpse into infinity – through the spyglass lens of g-nomeportal once again leaves the reader nonplussed, staring at a spider’s web, beautifully spun, with not the faintest recollection of the epic saga, the quantum odyssey he, she, we have created together in our starry vision – a seed, a mustard seed if you like – planted in your mind, in mine – lost in the infinite field of all that you and I are about – yet let it grow, let it grow, as grow it must, as grow it will, as grow it doth – and then you’ll see, then you’ll know – then we…

What? 

0=1

right you are

I’m breathing.

Er. Yes. I can see.

…

[Zie joins in, half-heartedly, for a minute or two]         And what?

No thing

Nothing?

What so ever

What you mean to say is you’re spacing out, letting it all go, embracing all that is.

Yes – you’re absolutely right.

I am?

Absolutely.

There’s a first time for everything. Wow. I feel kind of…

Pleasantly surprised, I imagine.

That’s it. Pleasantly surprised.

Or was.

Was what?

Breathing.

You were?

Till you came in.

Er…

And put a stop to all that.

I…

Don’t worry – it was definitely meant to be.

It was? Are you sure? 

It always is.

Really.

Absolutely.

You mean to say…

Yes, I do.

But I haven’t said it yet.

No, but you will.

But how can you possibly know what I’m going to say before I’ve even said it? 

I can’t, can I? That would be impossible, or supernatural.

So, you’ve just totally contradicted yourself.

Yes.

And that’s ok?

I’m not proud of the fact.

Then why do it?

Breathing.

Huh?

It’s breathing.

What is? Contradicting yourself?

The breathing takes you out of the "me" into "not exactly me" – the all that is – I think you called it.

Yes, I did.

And the all that is doesn’t really bother too much about politics or taking sides, does it? It's universal. 

Er… can’t say I’m overfamiliar with this particular phenomenon – but, kind of makes sense – it being “all that is” – but wouldn’t that imply you’re speaking for God? 

Could do. 

Sounds kind of presumptuous, if you don’t mind me saying.

By all means, say away. You're welcome to put me in my place. I wouldn’t want to be above criticism, would I – not if I’m truly breathing all that er... is

So heresy aside, this is like getting outside yourself and losing your sense of self-identity?

Could be. Can’t really say, can i?

Why not?

Without focussing on myself: kind of shorts the circuit, gets you back into me-ness, doesn’t it?

I… well I suppose so, logically, it would. 

So, let’s suppose it wasn’t exactly my identity speaking – let’s suppose it was "breathing all that is" – which isn’t really anything in particular, is it?

I can’t say I'm familiar – I’ve not done a lot of the breathing myself.

Oh you have.

Really? i have? 

Without being fully aware.

Oh – well that doesn’t really count, does it?

Really, that depends what it is you’re counting. So, let’s assume that there are concurrently two sides to everything you’re thinking – the side you know and identify with, the side you purposefully don’t.

Two sides. Ok... 

It means there’s a whole lot more going on than you or I realise – and whether you choose to access that “whole lot more” is entirely up to you.

So, it’s just kind of waiting in storage? 

Absolutely.

Waiting?

For you to breathe it, reconnect.

Well I don't see what the point is, really.

No?

I mean, breathing sounds great on paper, a bit of meditation to rebalance and de-stress.

A dark field of uncertainty.

Huh?

Which we really don't wish to experience – the great "not that"; everything we've secretly been avoiding, filing away for the rainy day we're determined not to experience.

Er...

Terrified of.

Merry, don't you think you're over-dramatising this? I mean, we mostly seem to be getting along well enough without your ominous sounding "dark field of uncertainty".

In lock down? With wars, disease, misery and even suicide rampaging throughout the human psycho-sphere?

Well, this is Earth after all. It's not meant to be perfect. It's a work in progress, warts and all.

It's a mathematical given.

Huh?

The natural product of light breath.

Light, as in?

Light as in light, breath as in breath. Either you breathe or you skip along, pretending you can get by without all that is, without not-that, the seemingly dark matter which terrifies the light version of me.

Well I think you're mistaken, Merry. Most people simply haven't the faintest idea how to do this breathing malarkey. We were never taught.

True, and utterly false.

Er...

True, you weren't taught.

So we're hardly to blame.

But then again, this is second nature, like a fish learning to swim, a bird taking to the air...

Well if that's so, then how come more people don't do it?

They do, without being aware, because you can't avoid the breath as long as you're alive.

I mean the full monty?

Choice.

Choice?

You're explorers.

Explorers?

You're scientists.

Scientists?

Absolutely, exploring, investigating the dark side of things.

I thought you said we're doing the light breath, avoiding the darkness.

Confusing, isn't it – you are, and thus you're exploring the dark side of things – investigating what happens when you disconnect from all that is, what happens when you use fear to catapult you ever further, ever deeper into unreality.

Er...

By negating your very basis, your essence, by not-thatting, until the path ends, the breath expires.

God. I can't believe how you twist everything round, turning day into night.

So, nothing could be simpler – to breathe wholly, naturally all-that-is is the default that restores equilibrium in an instant.

It does?

As soon as you stop disseminating disequilibrium, as soon as your decide your experiment is complete, you have all the data you need, that you've achieved your goal.

Our goal?

You've laid a psycho-experiential trail, or grid, you might say, across unreality – through Hades.

Really?

Absolutely.

Why?

Because you can – you wanted to take life or the life experience into unlife, like a mountaineer climbing into the oxygen-depleted death zone where his body starts rapidly deteriorating, in order to reach the summit and experience the edge, the penumbral shade of reality, of life itself.

And we've done it? We've reached the summit?

Affirmative, but only if you make it back alive, only if you remember to reconnect, to countermand the unbreath directive you ordered yourselves to follow.

But how? It's all we know.

No, it's all you remember, but you know all there is to know in the dark matter of breath.

?

In whatever you're afraid to face, afraid to encounter, afraid to experience.

?

You fear what you secretly know, and in your fear is the release that flicks the switch, that brings your awareness back.

?

Death, is what you fear, and death is the end of the reality you have completed.

So we have to die?

Absolutely, if you want to live.

To reconnect?

With all that is.

We have to put our trust in the unbearable lightness of breath?

Indeed.

It feels so impalpable.

Absolutely, but there are wings waiting to unfold.

But breath is so...

Yes, but it's your element – your all that is. Nothing less will do.

And we all have this access point to all-that-is – somewhere in the indecipherable matter of breath? 

Yes. The  dark matter of breath undarkens if we're willing to breathe "not that" – whatever we purposefully excluded, whatever undermines me, my flimsy certainties, my illusory impregnability. 

Sounds like the imperial death star approach to breathing. 

It's the "calling my bluff" approach, to test the ultimate hypothesis. 

Which is? 

You... the me.

?

The existential viability of your undivided me.

Meaning?

Whether or not you cancel out on recombination.

Er... And what if the hypothesis fails?

Then back to zero point you are. Finnagin beginnagin. But if it's undefendable why hang around pretending you're for real? Why the charade?

What?

Wasting the rest of your life defending s myth or a lie.

Er... Perhaps because I don't want to die.

Lame. You're dead until-unless you put your self into play, until you prove that the two sides match up critically, and that you're a viable version of reality.

Gulp.

It's the way. Thus it is – i am. "Not that" is your enemy no more than your friend.

You could have fooled me.

Not really.

Ok, ok, it's a figure of speech.

Oh right.

And this recombination you're talking about...

Yes?

Everything’s on file, nothing's ever lost or truly forgotten?

Absolutely not. It's like the blockchain: the entire universe ensures that your numbers add up, that you remain the sum of your past. All you succeed in doing, if truth be told, is Mandelbrotting deeper into your fractalisation. Why?

Including what I was about to say a few minutes ago?

As long as you’re in the breath that brings both yea and nay together, yes. 

And what? In that state you can  transcend all physical limitations? 

What is there to transcend?

So what was I going to say then? You seemed to imagine you already knew. You had the gall to say as much. 

... that nothing happens by chance. That everything is completely, utterly predictable. Yes, from the breath-is-me, that is true.

The breath is me? I thought it’s not me – that the breath in fact liberates us from me-ness.

Yes. That’s one side of it.

But the other side… the opposite?

Absolutely.

So you’re not actually saying anything – hedging your bets – covering both sides of the argument.

What argument?

Fair enough. But, supposing you’re right – supposing that was what I was about to say…

Supposing. 

Wouldn’t it be terribly dull? Knowing that everything is already planned – nothing is left to chance

Or free will? 

Exactly.

Yes, it would be.

There you go then. Why would anyone want to enter such a state of all knowingness? 

Why would anyone want to be God – you might say.

Yes. Why? What would be the point of being alive if we know everything anyone’s going to say?

Good question.

Well?

Well what?

Well what would be the point? It sounds like you’re beautiful breathing meditation is a kind of dystopian nightmare – a knowing everything and no longer having the benefit of being able to exercise choice or experience the unexpected.

Yes.

So it’s not the kind of thing anyone in their right mind would wish to access, is it?

Correct.

Am I missing something?

Yes.

What?

Half.

Huh?

Well, no one in their “right mind” would want to experience this all knowingness – would they?

We’ve already established that fact, haven’t we?

But then again, do you believe that your “right mind” is actually you – completely?

It’s a figure of speech. The right mind we’re talking about here is the sensible, logical, reasonable, rational mind.

Yes, that much is evident. The right mind is the right mind, and definitely, categorically not the left mind.

But who would want to go into the left mind if it’s the opposite of “sensible, logical, reasonable and rational” – it sounds like hell.

Correct.

You haven’t answered my question.

I thought you answered it yourself rather well.

I did?

You said, “It sounds like hell.”

Well, yes. And what?

Well, it sounds like hell from the perspective of the right mind, as well it should. How on earth could the right mind possibly like the sound of its antipode?

But look at the words – we’re not just talking about an alternative, are we – we’re talking about something illogical, irrational, unreasonable and senseless. Doesn’t that speak for itself?

Yes – it does.

So how could you defend a left mind? How could you suggest we should want to embrace it – if it actually exists?

If?

I rather suspect it’s just the absence of mind – a mindlessness. An unthinking, unknowing state.

Right.

There – you see. You agree.

Right, as in right mind.

Huh?

Confirmation bias.

Oh come on. You can’t really mean to say you’re willing to stand up and defend the left mind – if it’s everything that a healthy mind is not?

Defend – no. The left mind needs no defence. It is no criminal.

You make it sound like one.

The right mind and the words it attaches great importance to – create the impression, the certainty that the other side is no side at all, to be shunned and spurned no matter what – and that’s not necessarily incorrect.

Huh?

Am I contradicting myself?

Yes, I think you are.

Excellent. Then we’re probably close to the heart of the matter.

[sighing]

For the truth is never, in fact, antagonistic or oppositional – that’s just how it looks when we’re in a one-sided state of perception, and thus an incomplete-awareness.

Then what?

The breath – our very own infinity drive.

Er…

Because if and when we go total – then the other side of mind – whatever that may seem to be from a right-minded perspective, comes into perspective at the very same moment that the right side readjusts back into its rightful boundary slot – so the two integrate naturally, fully, imperceptibly.

It just happens?

Yes.

And what?

This.

What do you mean?

This brief dialogue is the fruit of that state.

It is?

Yes, for this dialogue rests upon the un-mind-fullness of infinity – the all that is.

Er… And what?

What?

What’s the benefit of this dialogue.

None whatsoever.

So there’s nothing to show for your twin-mindedness.

Absolutely. Apart from…

What?

You.

Me? What do you mean?

You only exist as a product of my all-full-ness.

I… no – there’s gotta be some kind of mistake.

Yes?

I exist in my own right.

Absolutely.

In my own right.

Absolutely. Twice. In your own right – but bear in mind that your own right is only half of your undivided truth – the same way my own left is only half of my truth.

You mean to say – that you’re actually from the other side – the devil’s very kitchen – the pit, the abyss of illogicality, unreasonableness, senseless irrationality.

One hundred percent.

But…

Yes?

You don’t seem all that bad. I mean – you contradict yourself a lot – which is annoying – very annoying in fact, but all in all – you’re not such a bad guy.

Pleased to hear it.

I’m not trying to be funny.

Not at all. You couldn’t even if you tried. You’re on the wrong side for real humour.

Hey, wait a minute – no need to insult me – I was trying to be nice.

Were you? Having stated that I’m as good as the devil – if I come from the evil side of the divide?

I didn’t know at the time – and for God’s sake – don’t take it so personally.

Ok. Good advice. Nothing personal. Do you wish to know the whole truth?

Er… I’m not sure.

You don’t.

I didn’t say that.

You do or you don’t?

Stop pressurising me. It’s difficult to say.

Oh – you’re making calculations even as we speak – “can I handle the truth without it changing me – because I wouldn’t want to lose my unique racial purity – the separateness that makes me not like him.”

Hey – stop putting evil words into my mouth.

Into your mind. But are they true.

No.

Do you ever lie?

No… Not if I can help it.

Will you defend the truth no matter what?

No… I…

Yes?

I….

What?

I… don’t know.

Do you not?

No.

Because you can’t admit the truth, can you?

I

That I may be evil – but I will always admit the truth – no matter what – that there’s more than me – more than my perspective. That I’m just half – until, unless I allow breath to complete me – to bring you back into full-bodied, fully-present dialogue with me. To undissolve my precious me-ness and allow the world, the quantum field to shift, accordingly – no matter what – whither it must, whither it will. Period.

Oh…

Look into my eyes.

No. I can’t.

Look at me, God dammit.

No, I…

What?

I’m afraid.

Of course you’re bloody afraid. Whatever’s wrong with that. Fear is the mind-killer. Be afraid. Let your fear lift you into the heightened state of mind-beyond-mind, me-beyond-me, matter-beyond-matter.

Oh God.

God? Give God a break. If he exists at all he’d love to see you embrace the truth, for a change – the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, as opposed to the truth half seen, half heard, half told.

Shit.

So now we’ve hit the bottom line. The line of defecation.

Quit making fun of me. It’s not easy being responsible for everything I swore to uphold and defend.

Your racial purity. Your beautiful order and form.

Because without us there’d have been chaos, anarchy. We held the line. We defended the fort, no matter what the cost.

By denying us – by leaving us out in the cold. By rejecting your brotherhood, your kinship – by choosing instead to make yourself kings of matter and right-mindedness. Yes, you did, at great cost indeed, defend your fort – your thought if truth be told – but now, as they say, the chickens have come home to roost. Now, the unhalving, the rebalancing, the totalitising is here…

Where? Wh…

Here, can you not feel it?

I… no…

In the breath…

No, I…

In the field – the all that is

I…

Infinity – driving a wedge through the separateness you thought would hold strong, for ever more.

Aaaaaaagh

No more – united we breathe – united we be… and complete

Cut!

Huh?

Huh?

Well played guys. Zie – you could have been a bit more dramatic on the finally scream.

Wait a minute – this was all just a show?

Duh! Like it’s ever been otherwise! Wake up Zie, snap out of it.

Er… you right – I remember. Damn that was realistic. Impressive virtual reality technology you’ve got here.

It should be – you helped design it dopey.

Oh yeah – so I did. Well whadya know!

Cut!

Again? I thought we’ve already woken up.

You did? That’s normal. You’ve gotta wake up on both sides or reality. Now it’s green – green for gnomiki.

Oh God, no, anything but green.

You gonna start screaming again?

I might have to.

Then I’ll put you on mute.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!]

There – that’s wasn’t so bad.

Ok – is everyone back in sync?

Yeah – I guess so. Is that it?

Absolutely.

You bet.

Er…

What?

There’s um…

What?

I don’t wanna be a harbinger of doom.

Oh come on man – you don’t actually mean there’s another one?

You’ve gotta be kiddin?

Well, you know –

No, we don’t “know”.

Well there had to be an other – didn’t there.

Why?

This is ridiculous!

Like it’s never gonna end.

Breathe guys. The third awaits.

The third? I’ve got that Darth Vader imperial march feeling stealing up on me, grabbing my throat.

Me two.

Me three.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGH!

Easy does it guys. Be still. One it is –

I am

I am

That’s right – now here’s the final merge –

White – or close enough. I don’t wanna be white! Me neither! Calm it guys. No one’s bound to stay centre stage – you’re free to shift throughout infinity – as always. Really? Absolutely. Peace. Be cool and shine your light. Actually – I quite like white – totally incognito. 0=1 4ever and a day

The end – and you thought third was just an NPC… think again!