A song and a dance.
Beg ya’pardon?
Rather a song and a dance, don’t you
think.
Is this where I’m supposed to scan
the mental images you’ve been sending my way?
It would help, don’t you think.
Can’t you just do the old wordy-word thing?
I could, if we were still doing
the ol’ 3D thing – if we weren’t in the very process of resurrecting the
quantum field, so to speak, or our access to it, I should’uv said.
Ok – so I’ve gotta start bending
over backwards to feel these ‘orribly vague images you’re transmitting.
‘orribly vague? You’re just an idle dolt and can’t be bothered to get up off your 3D arse – which I can’t blame you for. It does feel rather an effort at first – a bit like learning to read – until you’ve got the hang of it.
Eeek!
Oops – the entire flippin universe
– will that do?
It’ll do – rather grudgingly. How on
earth do you expect to make progress if you reduce the paragon of creativity – the
universe herself – to a kind of "flippin" annoyance?
I er…
Dunderhead.
Yikes. Ok. I stand corrected.
Now continue.
The universe – a song and a dance –
no – there’s something else in your image – a mystery – a kind of code – a quest
for something almost impossible – something connected with infinity… ah
The penny
Droopeth.
On the vine. The clash of metaphors.
Indeed. So, what you’re saying is
that the entire universe is a song and a dance designed wholly and flawlessly
to yield the philosopher’s stone of materiality – random numbers – i.e. –
definite things which are somehow utterly unpredictable – i.e. truly infinite.
Excellent work.
And there was no easier way?
What’s "easiness" got to do with it?
I mean – creating an entire
universe just to generate a few random...
Truly random
Ok, big deal – a few truly random
numbers… I mean, what’s all the fuss about?
Ah – there indeed you have it.
Have what? do I?
The rub.
What bl…..
Eeeeeek!
Jees….
Yieeeeeeeeeeek!
Oh kaaay – I get you! (Sotto voce: Flippin neurotic if you ask me.)
There is a relationship – you know
– between the words you use and Creation itself.
There is – withawt a doubt, but I think you’re
making a bit too much of it.
Yes, you do, I know – until you see the graph arching exponentially upwards– illustrating the appallingly relentless correlation between things, including words, and meaning – the meaning-y'things curve.
I suppose I’m supposed to download
the images, am I?
Merry slips into the 74th degree of Zen tranquility and peace, no matter what blithering idiots might be saying or thinking in the near proximity… It seems to affect Zie directly. Suddenly he catapults into a similar state of “what the heck was the fuss all about” and “why the heck don’t I stop fighting the infinite awareness which is lapping so gently, so invitingly at the very shoreline of my consciousness?” – and BANG – if a sudden awareness of utter stillness, and transcendental knowingness can be described as a BANG – jolting, shuddering gear change at all? – here it becomes clear – BANG – with the kind of impossible suddenness that would melt down the hardiest of nuclear reactors – were it not for the fact that the atom in question is a Qufie – a zero equals one yness – which just happens to defy every physical law that our blisteringly clever scientists have ever managed to jot down. For an untimey spliff – a borrowed moment – so to speak – which can be an eternity or nothing at all – Zie’s consciousness stops running in parallel with physical reality – and absorbs all physical reality into its spliffiness. In other words – it’s buckle your seatbelt Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye! – not for the first time in our peregrinations along ye variegated faultline of infinity.
Ah !
Ah – indeed – Merry echoes
Zenfully – and the readers, all 79 million of them at the last count also try not
to be outdone – softly “ah-ing” as they enjoy the entire blog text as a
non-textual direct consciousness experience – simply tuning into the g-nomeportal
data pod where all this is carefully stored as Qufie nooks – sorry about the
terminology – those of you still using the old word-y-word tech are going
to be experiencing a little mild iration – bordering on irritation – but I honestly can’t be bothered to help you out – it’s sink or swim in this business.
I can only do so much for the laggers – if we’re to save the entire universe
and ensure that infinity doesn’t completely go to waste. Poof.
Go to waste? You mean to say that
those idlers from the distant past…
Or future
Or future – can actually
materially affect the outcome of this unthinkably outlandish project – “infinity
matters – if I’m not truly mistaken” (or does it?) – when all is said and done?
Well yes, Zie, apparently so,
apparently so…
But how?
Because ultimately, dear Zie, my
Zen brother in Qufieness – ultimately all is never quite said and done, is it?
Not entirely… not utterly…
Holy Jimoly! Of course you’re
right. There’s always some effect…
Interference
Induction
Sommat – no matter what – so yes –
ultimately – no matter how far we’ve come, how much we’ve achieved – it always and ever still, ultimately, hangs in the balance.
Oh noooooooo!
No?
I give up!
You do?
Yes. We’ll never make it.
Never?
Never – not if we have to rely on
idiots like me.
Idiots?
Would you quit questioning
everything I say, please?
Er…
Is that er as in yes, or er as in
no?
Good question Zie – and as you see
– the path of infinity can be somewhat trying, to say the least, as we’re
always looking for those little certainties, are we not?
You’re dead right we are, Merry.
Dead right! How very droll.
Droll? What do you mean?
Oh, you know, death being what it
ith not, where infinity is concerned…
You don’t mean to say…
m?
...do you?
That death is no more a certainty
than anything else we’ve been involved in generating randomly – apparently –
though in all certainty – never quite truly.
Wait a minute…
Yeah?
If we’ve never quite truly
randomly created a single random event, or number – then we’ve failed – haven’t
we?
Er…
The entire universe was a complete
and monumental waste of time…
Not to mention effort.
And all that pain, all that
suffering – was to no avail.
Tragic, isn’t it.
And death – what on earth’s going
to happen when we finally get to unravel all those tangled life threads.
Unravel? How on earth could you
possibly unravel that tangled mess of…
You know perfectly well Merry, don’t
you.
I… (disingenuously fake expression of
innocence)
At the qufie level – the zero equals oneness – there’s no tangle whatsoever – is there – as there is neither one, nor many – nor long spaghetti strings or threads
warm, supportive silence
– oh – now I see it all. How
foolish I have been, to believe we were actually making anything real in all
this song and dance…
Unless you factor x into the equation.
Er…
Didn’t think of that, did you, clever
brainbox Zie.
x as in…
Yes – and no – we’re not going to
say what, are we…
No, we’re not.
We’re going to keep it secret, aren’t
we.
Yes, we are.
And they…
They can keep on trying to guess
whatever x might be.
But they never will, will they?
I very much doubt it.
Unless qufie moves them
Unless
Unless
Or if
Or if
And suddenly – the universe – buzzzzz
Beetles itself into a rather
beautiful flightpath, landing on a flower – a precious orchid that has never
actually been seen or recorded ever before – either because it’s only now, at
this particular moment emerged from the qufie soup of unparticularisation…
Or
Or x
Dang – dat’s good.
Dang and blast.
Kerboom.
We regret to announce that this
universe has been interrupted for technical reasons, due to an utterly unforeseen
Nay, let that read – utterly unforeseeable
Ok, if you must
I must, I will, I do
Utterly unforeseeable big
BANG…
To be continued – if
and only if
0=1
notwithstanding all and every
possible evidential proof-y proof
to the contrary
and yes – affirmative – infinity is
if time truly mattered
a flipping joke
