galileo's golgafrinchan goosey gander

Goosey goosey gander,

Whither shall I wander?

Upstairs and downstairs

And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man

Who wouldn't say his prayers,

So I took him by his left leg

And threw him down the stairs.

Under construction?

 

Yep.

 

You mean to say all this blogging hasn’t been about entertainment?

 

Entertainment?! Give me a break. Who’s interested in reading about the quantum field and paradigm shifts?

 

Then what exactly is it all about? Pseudo-science perhaps?

 

No, Monty, we’ve been seeding a new reality.

 

A what?!

 

You heard.

 

A new reality?

 

Yep.

 

By writing?

 

Well yes, more or less.

 

But how can writing do that?

 

No idea.

 

You don’t know?

 

Not really. Not exactly. I mean, I can guess, but what’s the point… It’s like God, isn’t it…

 

Not again Monty.

 

You did ask. He doesn’t really know what He’s doing, does He?

 

I’m not hearing this.

 

Ok, let me rephrase that – He knows what to do but He certainly doesn’t really know how it works.

 

Noooooooo! Blasphemy!

 

No Monty, there’s no blasphemy here at all.

 

Yes there is. God is, by definition, all seeing, all knowing...

 

And omnipotent to boot, yes, yes, yes... but you can’t have your cake and eat it.

 

Er, yes you can, if – you’re – God!

 

Not if you want to Create. You’re either simply knowing-doing, or you’re thinking-understanding.

 

I’m not hearing this.

 

It’s nothing to do with religion, Sid.

 

I’m not Sid, I’m Monty.

 

Oops. It’s nothing to do with religion, Monty. It’s purely mathematical – if you like.

 

No I don’t. What is it you don’t understand in the word “omniscient”.

 

Sorry Monty, but you’re being rather… I never said God doesn’t know everything. Rewind, if you please. Allow me to copy paste my exact words – you’re either simply knowing-doing, or you’re thinking-understanding. Knowing and doing are precisely what Creation was and is all about. “Thinking” and “understanding” is what the legendary Golgafrinchans on Ark Fleet Ship B¹ were and are all about. Analysing and processing is the flip side of Creation. The two modes are mutually exclusive. In this respect, and perhaps in this respect alone, not even God can have his cake and eat it. That’s not to say He never does a bit of Golgafrinchan thinking – I cannot say – but doing so he would be using words and concepts to describe what is, ultimately, undescribable (sic) – namely Himself, and his Creation which is in some respects inseparable from Himself.

 

¹ see below for Golgafrinchan wiki.

 

You have no right to state what God can or can’t do, Q.t, Ok?

 

What difference does it make? Whoever is busy creating has to go all in, has to go God, i.e. has to God.

 

To God?

 

To be or become creation itself, no holds barred.

 

Damn you Q.t!

 

If you must – you must, and that will be your creative act which you alone will answer for.

 

Huh?

 

If that’s your intention. Give it your all. It may not, however, work out the way you imagined it should.

 

Q.t – would you stop being absurd. It was just a figure of speech. Do you imagine I actually wish to damn you?

 

It matters little what I imagine Monty. At the end of the day words have power and you may end up committing yourself to a course of action by using them carelessly, and then there’s nothing you or I can do to alter the creative impulse you have set in motion. Behind every word there is a primal energy, and an impulse which we might call an intent.

Oh... I...

 

Never gave it much thought?

 

Well no, why should I? Everyone uses these expressions.

 

Everyone?

 

Well almost everyone.

 

It makes no difference Monty. Where words are concerned, you’re literally playing with fire.

 

Damn.

 

There you go again.

 

Fu...

 

Beep!

 

I can’t help it, Q.t, I use ‘em without thinking.

 

Naturally, because you’re creating.

 

What?!

 

And creating excludes the possibility of thinking. It’s a knowing-doing experience whoever you are, whatever your level, so be mindful.

 

But this can’t be true?

 

No? Your world is an oasis of harmony perhaps?

 

What?

 

An oasis of harmony.

 

Now what are you on about?

 

You’re at the very centre of it all, didn’t you know?

 

And what? Everyone’s at the centre of their own particular world, aren’t they?

 

Yes, you’re absolutely right, Monty, everyone is, so everyone individually answers for their own reality – their own Creationings.

 

Er?

 

New word – think you can grasp the intent.

 

Er, Ok. But what you’re saying makes no sense, Qt. My reality is basically the same as yours. Whatever is happening in my world is happening in yours, isn’t it? The same weather, the same politics, the same economic situation…

 

How can you be so sure?

 

Well, I can talk to you and other people and soon it becomes abundantly clear that we’re all, basically, on the same ship.

 

Correct. Golgafrincham Ark Fleet Ship B.

 

What on earth are you on about?

 

The Golgafrinchan Ark Fleet Ship B was a way of removing the basically useless citizens from the planet of Golgafrincham. A variety of stories were formed about the doom of the planet, such as blowing up, crashing into the sun or being eaten by a mutant star goat. The ship was filled with all the middlemen of Golgafrincham, such as the telephone sanitisers, account executives, hairdressers, tired TV producers, insurance salesmen, personnel officers, security guards, public relations executives, and management consultants.

Ark Fleet ships A and C were supposed to carry the people who ruled, thought, or actually did useful work.

The ship was programmed to crash onto its designated planet, Earth. The captain remembers that he was told a good reason for this, but had forgotten it, although the reason was later revealed to be because the Ark Ship B Golgafrinchans were a 'bunch of useless idiots'.

https://hitchhikers.fandom.com/wiki/Golgafrinchan_Ark_Fleet_Ship_B

 

Very funny, Q.t.

 

You think so? Or scary perhaps, if true.

 

Yes. I’ve just read the entire series and I can say without any hesitation that I’m a big fan.

 

Wait a minute, Monty – you just read the entire Hitchhiker’s Guide series?

 

Er… yes.

 

In the middle of our conversation?!

 

Not exactly. I went into my reading space.

 

Your reading space? What the heck are you on about?

 

Beep!

 

Sorry.

 

What in God’s name are you on about?

 

Beep!

 

Damn.

 

Beep!

 

Oh, for crying out loud!

 

Keyboard starts pulsing red hot – keys melting – walls dripping blood – that kind of thing.

 

Qt – cool down – you’re going to cause some serious damage to the hallowed G-nome reading room.

 

Oops. Well, not lasting damage as it recreates itself from scratch every time someone enters.

 

Does it really?

 

Apparently so – but still – I get your message. Excuse my overexcitement please. I should have known better.

 

Actually, you do know better Qt, don’t you.

 

Not as long as I’m playing Qt – but if I switch masks and don a Merry, or a James, or hell, why not – a Samson face – then it’s a different story.

 

Can’t you just be yourself, for once.

Not sure about that Monty. Not sure. One rather loses track of who one really is as the Quantum Field comes into its own.

 

That’s hardly reassuring. Who’s going to want to lose their identity like that? It seems without a clear sense of self – things become hopelessly disconnected.

 

I agree Monty. I agree. But this digression is causing great concern to our readers – who want to know how you managed to get through the entire Douglas Adams Hitchhiker’s series while we were talking.

 

Er… It’s rather embarrassing Stefan, but I honestly can’t explain. It just happens. I go off on a tangent into my reading space – 

 and then I rejoin the thread wherever it was, and now is.

Ah – so you’ve managed to find the Stefan in me. Very good. I wonder if our readers are going to accept your explanation or not?

 

I don’t see what choice they have. The problem is not how I managed to read a few rather amusing books and become a lifelong fan…

No?

 

No.

 

Then what?

 

The problem is how reality can be dependent on us individually, as you stated before things started getting weird – how my reality can be different from yours.

 

Well I think we have the answer, do we not?

 

Er…

 

As long as we’re thinking-analysing trying to understand – we’re wedged in a mind space called 3D where things seem to be the same for everyone to an ever-greater degree – and, I suspect – ever increasingly icky and detached from joyful, magical reality.

 

Ah ha – yes – that makes sense. As soon as we’re in Creator mode – the opposite is true.

 

Yes, but the mind baulks – does it not – at the idea that reality might stop being objectively quantifiable and demonstrably samey-same.

 

Indeed it does. There’s a kind of heavy gravity in the mind that tries to keep us Golgafrinching at all costs.

 

Indeed, indeed.

 

I wonder if names were part of that – Monty/Qt – whichever I am or you are.

 

Ah – you might be onto something there – Monty/Qt – yes siree – you might indeed be onto something there. When we’re Golgafrinching (pronounced Golgafrinking) – if I’m not mistaken – names are a vital aspect of things remaining in their rightful place, are they not – as are days, months and all the other attributes of a well-ordered 3D reality.

 

But if or when we start to Create with a capital C – reality, the world that we knew and loved to hate, suddenly takes a back seat – and as long as we’re in God mode – there’s no knowing what’s actually going on out there – in that presumed objective reality which is presently unavailable as long as I is knowing-doing.

 

Correct Monty-Q – as long as I is knowing-doing there’s no knowing what’s going down “there”, and apparently it’s taken care of.

 

Apparently yes, Monty-Q – the Quantum Field – for want of a better name – goes through its motions

Perturbations

 

Calculations

 

Iterations

 

and when at last, dear Monty-Q, we draw breath

 

we pause

 

we return to the thinking side of things

 

we discover that things are still there where we left them –

 

largely undisturbed

 

largely – unless my knowing-doing

 

zero-equals-one^ing took me far into the isness of broken threads or mal-aligned story tropes

 

in which case I might find that all kinds of strange things are happening back down there on Earth.

 

For example?

 

Oh – you know –

 

No really – can you give me an example – Monty-Q

 

Of course I can, my dear. Anything for you…

 

Monty and Qt seem to draw apart from an indeterminacy of identity that prevailed a moment previously.

 

How smooth was that transition Q?

 

Pretty smooth – but I think they still noticed.

 

Damn! Did they?

 

Strangled beep! More a goose or a hen than an official^ish digital rap across the auditory knuckles.

 

There’s always going to be the occasional cut and edit. That goes without saying. But the wonder is that down in 3D we never really notice what we notice – if to do so would jeopardise the integrity of the objective experience itself.

 

Indeed you’re right, Monty.

 

Well?

 

Well – there’s that flat Earthy thing, isn’t there?

What?!

 

Precisely. It’s clearly being suppressed.

 

By the powers that be?

 

Oh no, they’re small fry.

 

By whom?

 

By what.

 

By what?

 

Yes. It’s clearly being suppressed by the Borg – so to speak.

 

The Borg?

 

Shameless rhetorical question. They know that you know that I know that we know.

 

Ok, Ok – the Borg – it’s just the name sounds kind of dumb.

 

Yep. It does. You’re right. By design. It’s intended to stop us thinking it. To prevent us from knowing-doing it. In other words – it’s a little magick to protect the Borg from our Creative impulses.

 

I prefer to call it the AI.

 

Yes.

 

And?

 

And what?

 

Don’t you think that’s a better name?

 

It might be. You may be right, Monty – but I assure you – the magick protecting the Borg or AI, the Matrix or the Devil itself is rather impenetrable and arcane – I’d leave well enough alone.

 

You would?

 

Yep. Likewise, God or any other foundation terminology or names. As soon as we start tinkering with ‘em alarm bells start ringing somewhere in the darkest reaches of Hades, and scouts start popping up, checking up on what’s afoot, or pixies come in to trip us over – to make us lose our train of consciousness – and then we’re back where we started or worse – it could be another hundred thousand years or more before we’re ready to continue where we left off.

 

Ah ha! Now you’re talking.

 

Indeed.

 

So this flatty Earthy thing of yours…

 

Yes. A delicious, wonderful illustration of what happens when we zero-equals-one rather successfully. All of a sudden things which were inconceivable and palpably absurd very recently are suddenly real and

 

Beep beep beep!

Pre-emptive beeping?!

 

Yes indeed – I was about to release a truth bomb. The Borg doesn’t like that at all.

 

Go on Q. Say it.

 

Do you think I should?

 

Absolutely. You deserve it after what you’ve managed to do – resurrecting that flatty earthy thing!

 

Rewind… cut and paste – All of a sudden things which were inconceivable and palpably absurd very recently are suddenly real and

 

Beep beep beep!

 

Ignore it, Q. Go on…

 

Ever so quietly, in the gentlest, most mysterious and magical voice – so that the entire universe is drawn in and starts listening to Q, devouring his every word: 

All of a sudden things which were inconceivable and palpably absurd very recently are suddenly real and true…

 

Did I hear that right? Did I?

 

Thunderbolt and lightning,

Very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo,

Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o

 

You didn’t actually say the word true, did you?

 

I… I can’t be sure Monty, I can’t be sure. But recent Gallup polls indicate that a majority of voters do indeed believe that Q, that I – if that indeed be who I am – that Q dropped a truth bomb.

 

 

Crowds in the streets in cities all around the world passionately chanting Q.T, Q.T, Q.T, Q.T

 

True – the international media is doing its best to suppress the popular rising – but somehow information seeps through the walls of silence – the information blockade – and scientists – though apparently baffled – believe that it’s the first known, provable case of quantum tunnelling in action.

 

So, long story short – you’re saying that the Earth is now flat – when it wasn’t a few years ago.

 

Yep.

 

And that this is one of the many changes you and others have effected by your actions.

 

Nep.

 

Nep?

 

No, as in yes. Knowing-doing or zero-equals-one^ing is not, technically, described as “action”, as it involves no discernible activity here in 3D reality.

 

None?

 

None whatsoever. This is 3D, where the Golgafrinchans devised a new monetary system based on tree leaves – rushing around – gathering those leaves and attempting to spend them before they hyper-inflate to zero^ness. 

 

Indeed. So, all action down here in 3D is ultimately futile? That would be incredibly depressing if that’s what you’re saying?

 

Nope.

 

No? Coz that’s what it sounds like.

 

Yep. As long as you’re Golgafrinking thinking – things are always going to sound either-or – aren’t they? Things are always going to swivel, slip or slide into certain channels of thought – none of which are supposed to help you solve the conundrum or escape your Golgafrinchan limitations.

 

So thought is to blame?

 

Nope. And nor is the Borg, AI, the Devil or even, God forbid, God.

 

Beep!  About the most pathetic sounding beep you’ve ever heard.

 

I say – Borgy Borg seems to be losing his thunder.

 

Well yes – he’s struggling with the question of what is not…

 

Er…

 

And it somewhat drains his energies.

 

What is not what?

 

That’s right.

 

But what exactly is he struggling with?

 

That’s exactly right. You nailed it Monty.

 

But…

 

Perfect.

 

But I honestly…

 

Poof! A kind of quantum sigh as the Borg inverts, sucking in on himself in a process which, once started, has no reverse. What our dear beloved scientists all these years have been fancifully referring to a "black hole" is finally realised and, dare I say it – materialised.

 

Beep!

 

Hey – you got a beep! You’re not supposed to.

 

Times change.

 

But how can the narrative voice answer me… this is insane!

 

True.

 

Ok – I’m accepting the insanity – pressing on. Wherefore beepest thou?

 

I cannot say – but the ultimate truth, like ultimate silence – cannot be spoken aloud, cannot be allowed, must be clothed in sound or else…

 

Or else what?

 

Or else I’d implode.

 

 

 

0=1

noiselessly

 

The Creators of this documentary, the ones who never quit Golgafrincham but who continued to monitor the astonishing progress of life on Earth, through its many boom bust cycles, respectfully submit that no planets have been or were flattened in the actual filming – and further submit that reality is only ever as flat as it is deep, or as the Pythagoreans would have it – as square as it is round²⁷⁷².