This?
Yep.
But it’s just a text.
Is it?
Well, yes – that’s what I’m reading right now – isn’t it. Just words on
a computer screen, or a printout on paper, or a voice to text readout – but just
words.
And?
Well how can words be more than words? How can these words be your
vaunted, long awaited Infinity drive©?
Good question.
It is, isn’t it, and frankly I think it needs a good answer – the kind
of answer that goes beyond suggestion and innuendo into the realm of concrete
explanation and specific details.
Oh. It’s like that, is it?
Well, what do you expect, eM. Me and the not insubstantial army of faithful
subscribers to this channel have been waiting, endlessly it would appear, for
you to come clean and explain what the heck’s really going on.
I see.
Otherwise…
Otherwise what?
I don’t really know, eM. It’s all about credibility, isn’t it?
Right.
And frankly, talk is no substitute for action, or for actual information.
Well, Zanussi, talk is the last thing I wish to be accused of, which is
why I’ve just made a clean breast of this… er
This what?
This so-called Infinity drive©.
Can we avoid all unnecessary ambiguity please, eM. Some of our
subscribers might suspect you of playing with words, myself included.
What – you don’t like my use of “so-called”?
It adds another layer of potential confusion.
Well, there’s no fooling you or your fellow subscribers, is there
Zanussi.
I hope not – though I suspect you’re being disingenuous.
Ah, such suspicions – wherefore such doubts?
Perhaps in the past we have been deceived somewhat eM – led on by false
claims. We’ve been waiting a long time for this incredible Infinity drive© to actually materialise.
And now that it
has?
Well, that’s
just the point, isn’t it eM…
I don’t know,
Zan – isn’t what?
That claiming
the Infinity drive© is contained here in these words – specifically in the text
of this dialogue…
Not just “this
dialogue” Zanzi.
No?
In every
dialogue, in every text emanating from the g-nomeportal publishing house.
Oh! Really?
Yes. Of
course. Didn’t you know?
I… How was I
to know? When were you ever explicit about this?
Well, explicit
– can’t say I have a clear recollection of ever explicitly stating the above – but,
then again – did I have to? Was it absolutely necessary? Wasn’t it all implied –
step by step, layer by layer, coat by coat – until your magical Faberge egg is
complete.
I’m frankly
lost for words, eM. This is all so unexpected. None of us had an inkling.
Ah – well perhaps
that is part and parcel of what the Infinity drive© entails.
It is?
Well, perhaps,
now that I come to think of it – perhaps, yes…
It has to be a
big mystery?
Well, was it
ever really, in fact, a mystery?
Well, yes – if
neither I nor any of our readers ever suspected as much – then, by definition,
it was indeed a mystery.
Indeed,
Zanzibar, indeed – but only on the left, or should that be “right” side of
conscious-ness.
Er…
On the other
side – on the side that is all-seeing, all-knowing there was never the least
mystery whatsoever, was there?
Er…
I mean – by definition
– how could there have been – if the other side of conscious-ness is all-seeing
and all-knowing.
But that’s
just the thing, eM.
Yes.
No, you don’t
understand.
No.
That’s just
the thing.
Yes.
You’re
supposed to say – what? or – is it?
Consider it
done. Now proceed with your explication of the thing that is so terribly
important to you, Zanz.
Neither I nor
our subscribers fully accept that this “all-seeing/all-knowing” side of
conscious-ness actually exists – or, if it does – that we actually have access
to it.
Yes.
Could you stop
saying yes! You’re supposed to object or remonstrate for this to be a
meaningful dialogue.
Ok, Zee. Will
do! No. I disagree! I mean, I agree that you don’t fully accept that this “all-seeing/all-knowing”
side of conscious-ness actually exists – or, if it does – that you don’t actually
have access to it – that goes without saying – and it isn’t my job to persuade
that that it does or that you do – far from it – I honestly couldn’t care less!
No?!
No, but on the
other hand – this is the Infinity
drive© we’re talking about, Zan, isn’t it.
Question mark.
No thank you.
It’s rhetorical, so isn’t it – it is!
Damn you, eM.
You have an answer for everything.
In actual
fact, if you think about it, Zanz, Infinity⁰ drive© cannot possibly
exist on one side of your pedestrian conscious-ness.
Humph!
It has to span
the Casimir divide.
I beg your
pardon?
Oh – just this
gap between the two sides – here’s the link if you’re interested:
In quantum field theory, the Casimir effect (or Casimir force)[1] is a physical force acting on the macroscopic boundaries of a
confined space which arises from the quantum fluctuations of a field. It is named after the Dutch physicist Hendrik Casimir, who predicted the effect for electromagnetic systems in 1948.
Er… that’s
rather…
Fascinating,
isn’t it! No question mark, if you don’t mind, Zanz.
Ok, as you
wish. So, you’re saying that the not knowing is baked into the quantum cake, so
to speak?
Precisely.
Otherwise, you wouldn’t have two separate opposing plates.
Er… and if we
do?
If you do, as invariably
we do – otherwise we wouldn’t have that neat little thing called conscious-ness©,
it means there’s absolutely no point trying to get the two plate to merge or touch
one another. It’s structural, after all.
Like Genesis?
Precisely –
1 In the
beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
2 And the
earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
3 And God
said, Let there be light: and there was light.
4 And God
saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
5 And God
called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the
morning were the first day.
6 And God
said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide
the waters from the waters.
7 And God
made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from
the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.
8 And God
called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second
day.
9 And God
said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and
let the dry land appear: and it was so.
10 And God
called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he
Seas: and God saw that it was good.
– that kind of thing, Zanz.
Er…
You see?
I…
Obviously, it’s a bit much to take in all-in-one
go – but then again – bear in mind that you have Infinity drive© to assist you, don’t you – so, in a sense, there’s nothing to it.
I…
Your i can
keep on dot-dotting till the cows come home – confused, buffering, waiting for
signal – but the Infinity
drive© quietly does it’s thing, shimmy shimmies
alongside, or, if you prefer, in the background – and provides the necessary input
on the other side of conscious-ness.
It does?
Absolutely.
Which is why you aren’t aware of it.
Then to what
avail?
To what avail?
Ever heard of binaural beats, ZanZ?
I… Zanz suddenly gets the wiki as if from nowhere - A binaural
beat is an auditory illusion. It is perceived when
two different pure-tone sine waves are
presented to a listener,
one tone to each ear.[1]
For example, if a 530 Hz pure tone is
presented to a subject's right ear, while a 520 Hz pure tone is presented
to the subject's left ear, the listener will perceive the illusion of
a third tone. The third sound is called a binaural beat, and in this example
would have a perceived pitch correlating to a frequency of 10 Hz, that
being the difference between the 530 Hz and 520 Hz pure tones
presented to each ear.[2][3]
– I say, where
did that come from, eM?
Where do you
think?
From the other
side of conscious-ness?
Perhaps.
Or from
Infinity drive©?
There, indeed,
ZanZ, is the rub.
Huh?
For differentiating
the two is either meaningless or else downright impossible, given the Casimir
quantum divide.
Oh. You mean
we can never be sure – of anything?
No.
Meaning what,
then?
Meaning you
can either be sure of things in an ever-diminishing 3D reality – in which every
further determined data point further erodes, further undermines the very basis
of your reality itself, or…
Or you can know without knowing how – simply – it is i am.
Ding! I say
ZanZ – good f’you, my fellow.
Wait a minute –
I said that?
Who else?
But I said it
without even thinking what I was saying. Without the faintest clue.
Did you now.
Here let me play it back. I have the recording. Look at your face. Listen to
your delivery.
Or
you can know without knowing how – simply – it is i am.
Extraordinary!
That’s me – but how on earth – hey – I forgot to capitalise the I.
Not really,
ZanZ.
No?
You had no legal
right to do so. That would have been impersonation. You weren’t speaking from
the capitalized I.
Oh.
The other side
of conscious-ness has no such corporate delusions of grandeur. It cannot/does
not claim to be absolute in itself – only to the extent that i exists in tandem
with it – whatever it may or may not be.
Your it is i am
dichotomy.
Yes, but is
that, in fact, a “dichotomy” if, in fact, it’s a perfectly balanced, wholly
symbiotic binary system… or expression
of infinity’s mobius strip “never the twain shall meet”.
I…
Yes?
Struggling
with that, eM.
Really? She
doth, me thinks, protest too much…
In mathematics,
a Möbius strip, Möbius band, or Möbius loop[a] is
a surface that can be formed by attaching
the ends of a strip of paper together with a half-twist. As a mathematical
object, it was discovered by Johann Benedict Listing and August Ferdinand Möbius in 1858, but it
had already appeared in Roman mosaics
from the third century CE.
The Möbius strip is a non-orientable surface,
meaning that within it one cannot consistently distinguish clockwise from
counterclockwise turns. Every non-orientable surface contains a Möbius strip.
As an abstract topological space,
the Möbius strip can be embedded into three-dimensional Euclidean space in
many different ways: a clockwise half-twist is different from a
counterclockwise half-twist, and it can also be embedded with odd numbers of
twists greater than one, or with a knotted centerline. Any two embeddings
with the same knot for the centerline and the same number and direction of
twists are topologically equivalent. All of these
embeddings have only one side, but when embedded in other spaces, the Möbius
strip may have two sides. It has only a single boundary curve.
Oh – well done
ZanZ – you’re on a roll today. Poor old wikipedia’s going to be put out of
business in no time if you and your “subscribers” continue in this vein.
But really –
there must be some mistake. I’m sure I…
Yes, yes, ZanZ
– your I is always sure – is it not – but your Casimir plates are now working
rather beautifully, or else your “subscribers” have decided to finally activate
your dormant Infinity drive©. Whichever it is.
Feeling a
little…
ZanZ
keels over and rather bizarrely appears to be suspended outside time-y-space – “suspended”
being the operative word.
Wonderful! I
thought you’d never get round to it, ZanZ. The patience of Jove – my, you have
tried my patience sorely these four scores years and seven.
Suspended
in animation – so to speak – ZanZ hears all eM is saying and chuckles internally
– aware that he appears to be floating between two plates – two aspects of
reality – like a binaural beat generated from two inputs – but wait a minute –
four score years and seven? Surely not? The regular thinking mind tries to do
its usual thing – tries to process thing by thing but seems unable to do so – a
feeling of helplessness, a sweet despair – but from that impossibility is
generated an entire tone – a vibration that solves whatever impossibility –
whatever conundrum was generated by eM’s absurd input.
Like
a singing bowl – Mmmmmmmmmmm!
Music to my ears,
ZanZ. Seven score years and eight have not been spent in vain – as once again –
here we are, on the far shore – on the distant side of in-finity – if such a
thing were possible – experiencing the awakening of number three – the little i
that is twist to the two sides of the mobius strip.
Twist?
Or motion.
Motion?
One – it is
it is…
i am
i am…
Words, hey?
You think words can possibly substitute for hard-core construction?
I… no, of
course not Zanzibar.
How could they
if they’re merely squiggles on a screen, or sounds in the air?
If we’re
merely thinking-things in the great artificial intelligence of Creation itself?
Indeed.
On
the left Casimir plate things continue much as before.
On
the right, too.
But
in a place we have decided to refer to, somewhat disingenuously, as Infinity
drive©, nothing could be further from the truth. The presumption of random-ness
no longer stands. The spinning disks of conscious-ness now whirr infinitely –
generating the full-blown quantum Casimir effect that supersedes left and right
– completing the loop – restoring unity against all odds, in spite of all opposing
assumptions, which is where I have to personally thank my dedicated team of
actors who have been strutting, so assiduously, on the stage of this
extraordinary Earth plain. Many of them have made great sacrifices – sacrificing
their dignity, their honour, their truth and integrity for the common weal –
all in order to help Zanussi and the subscribers to this, our little-known but
vitally important channel – to reactivate Infinity drive© for One and for All.
This, our indefatigable troupe of actors, as the word is true, as word is undeniable,
as word matters in spite of everything – they, our players, have accomplished.
Our thanks to all who have thus made the ultimate sacrifice – who have
literally pawned their souls as collateral to enable us to refinance Infinity
drive© – you know who you are. Your infamy knows no bounds, and yet, we thank
you, truly, for your sacrifice, and honour your release for conversion of
energies, which are now incorporated into Infinity drive© for all time and
eternity. You were feared. You were hated. By some who knew no better you were
worshipped and adored – now you are part of the very fabric, the structure of Infinity
drive© itself, for better or for worse, so help you God – the very God you
scorned, mocked, denied. And help you, of course, painful though it shall be, He
will. That I guarantee. For us, however, here at g-nomeportal, you shall be remembered
as heroes, as Titans who, admittedly, devoured your own children, but who were
vital in the reestablishment, the regeneration of what we had lost – of in-finity
itself. And so, binaurally speaking – we thank you and recognize unabashedly
our interdependence – that without your ignoble sacrifice – the wheel could not
have completed its turn through the very depths of hell – through nought
itself.
0=1
so to speak
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