Abstract
So you started writing things instead?
Yep
And what then?
It
brought them into play…
Sorry – I don’t see what you’re
getting at.
In
play, everything is fluid, isn’t it.
Er… not sure I
In
play, things are only half the tale.
?
Whereas
in 3D you’re in th' half of conscious-reality where things are everything.
Oh – why didn’t you say
What’s that?
You
know.
A sine wave?
What
else.
And? Why are you showing it 'me?
Why do
you think?
Because it’s relevant to the conversation?
And…
Presumably you want me to infer logically, that the visible
half of things, the half we experience thingfully in 3D reality is only half
the tale – the cresting half for example.
Correct.
And that as long as we’re stuck in the “things at face
value”
ah ha
The “what is what” modus operandi
correct
That we’re unable to encompass both and all
yep
As in crest and trough, the as above
so below
Totality
the total
Timification of matter
ah – you
notice
For without time, without the shuttling back and forth
you’d
have nought
No matter what the amplitude
indeed
Without time to draw it out, to reduce or raise infinity
absurd
though it sounds
From either all that is
or
from nought
to a
middling in betweenitude
of thinged ness
a back
and forth
or wrapping around th' central axis
the column, if you like
of what, for want of a better word, we refer to as
time or t
Ah… if only
what?
If only one could know what time in fact
actually
is
ha
Ha? You mock me?
ha – I ha
be this mockery?
If I fear or suspect your ha is cruel, is unkind, then
pain is
suddenly induced, is it not?
Indeed.
and that,
if you care to know, is a vital component
Of time?!
what
else.
Pain?
what
else?
What else? Perhaps er…
pleasure?
perhaps, or joy?
I know not.
verily,
“knowing not” is indeed
Vital?
...for how else can we crest and
trough
without allowing not its
rightful place
in the swing of things
in the swivel
the spin
the up and down
and ever through me
ever around
ever moving
ever still
ever beyond what
fully
Fully?
fully, no
less will do
In other words...
Yes, your
silent know is true
More than mind
more than words
more than me – motionally
a flux of hyperspace
-hypertime meeting at a single point
that never, ever moves – seemingly cold
detached, the eternal I
for what
it’s worth, ay
you’d describe
the all that is
you’d pin
infinity
to
satisfy a needy, grasping mind
you’d
name God and inadvertently
seek to
limit, constrain, restrict the flow
to create
an alternative, a running thought
a doppelganger
of all that is
of all
that be
base, a box
doomed to
serve a nothingness
an
overlord of nought
a neither
here nor there
an
endless ever missing th' point
a living
hell of what
truly
truly, I
tell you
truly
seems to matter
but
but truly matters
not – and so you write
and so i
write
to crest and trough
to crest
and trough playfully
playfully?
a dolphin swims
both sides of amplitude?
both
sides and what
what?
allowing
things, like creatures of much ado
yet
nothing much
license
to roam
license
to meet in me
in my
word y' words
to shift
through phase
if need be
to shift, how so?
to cross
o’er into un-befulness
into unbeknowitude
Ha
for how
else are things to balance out
How else
to
reconcile their differences
indeed
to square waves, to heal the implied
split
Ah
the rupture
in space y' time
Ay me
to heal,
swimming, in constancy
the ever-flow that ever floweth
ever
meets
and
meeting ever knows
knoweth . .
ever in me
0=1
And you expect me to believe this?
no
y' splash
water soaks th' page
of verse
amplitudinally
drowning
every beat
sucking each
pulse
impulsively
Me – now
an electric eel
cuts a
bioluminescent trail
thorough
infinity
And what?
a world of things grows scales
reverts back to electric sparks
and "r" for resonance
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