Absalom's lovushka

The trap is set.

What trap?

Lovushka.

I’m sorry – le what?

Lovushka. The trap. It’s Russian.

Oh, very nice, I’m sure – but I’m still none the wiser.

Everything they do to hold onto power, to strengthen their grip is going to do the very opposite.

What on earth are you on about?

Their base assumption is their undoing.

What base assumption?

That there are immutable constants.

Immutable what?

Constants.

No, I still don’t follow.

Things they take as absolutes, things they refer to as constants such as gravity, the speed of light, the supposed vacuum of space, not to mention the fabric of reality itself.

Could you kindly draw breath, Absalom, and explain what’s going on? One minute you’re talking about catching “them” – whoever they are, the next you’re discussing the laws of physics as if the two are related.

Naturally, everything is connected, Morgan.

Er... perhaps you’re right, theoretically, but this trap you’re talking about – it sounds somewhat fanciful.

Yes, until you realise that we’re part of a metareality – that the actual characters on the stage – the movers and shakers in your world – are neither here nor there.

Neither here nor there – you say? Tell that to the President who just started another war killing dozens of innocents.

Tell him yourself. In metareality he’s here, not there – he’s present as an aspect in you, and can be dealt with directly – magically if you like.

Well, no, I don’t like, Absalom. You know how I feel about magic. I want nothing to do with it.

Naturally, no more than I do – if by magic you’re talking about manipulating reality – but if behind that awkward, foolish word is the knowledge that each of us is actually the epicentre of reality, the ground zero of whatever is going on in the known world around us – then it behoves us, does it not, to take responsibility for our state of affairs.

You mean I’m supposed to be responsible for what some lunatic politician is doing to another country?

I don’t see how you can fail to be either responsible or complicit, once you step back and simply observe the nature of things.

The nature of things – as you put it – is I’m sorry to say, that “shit happens” and there’s nothing we can do about it.

Yes. The reality you’re taught to believe in is one of disempowerment and helplessness.

And you think there’s an alternative?

No.

I thought you just said...

What I think is irrelevant. The alternative is not, in fact, alternative.

But – you’re making no sense.

Assuming things are real, assuming things matter is the alternative reality which you and so many of us have chosen to believe in. It requires you to identify, hook, line and sinker with the story, the version of things you’re caught up in.

Oh – so this is all just fake reality – you’re saying?

Kind of.

Kind of what?

Kind of don’t you think it’s time you took a deep breath and stopped sucking at the teat of the thing-me-thing.

Ew yuck. That sounds horrible. I’m not sucking at anyone’s teat, if you don’t mind.

Not knowingly – and yet everything you say and think seems to indicate you are.

Look – I’m just being rational – unlike you.

What’s rational about seeing reality exclusively in terms of things?

Er – sounds pretty rational to me.

Bearing in mind that you yourself are not a thing – that you’re a stream of consciousness – and that your stream of consciousness never was, nor could be limited to any one exclusive arrangement or configuration of things. In other words, you’ve always had the right to turn your back on things if they are no longer serving a greater good – no longer in accordance with nature's law.

How? Am I just supposed to yell “not playing” like a disgruntled child and walk away from reality – as if that’ll make a blind bit of difference, or perhaps commit suicide?

You could try exercising your constitutional rights, for a change.

Constitutional rights? You’re kidding. I’m British – since when did British subjects of her Majesty have any constitutional rights worth speaking of?

We’re not talking about pieces of paper or legal documents – Morgan.

No? Then what?

You are a state unto yourself. Fundamentally – you are the state.

Like I’m some kind of sovereign man – is that what you’re saying? And I’m supposed to get myself arrested by standing up and unilaterally declaring  independence from the rest of society? Not interested, Absalom. I don’t wish to pee on your bonfire – but the system is rigged and they ain’t on the side of self-determination, liberty or metastuff

Stop. Why not consider, for a moment – the nature of things – the real state of

What?

The real state of

What? I haven’t got time for dramatic pauses and incomplete sentences. Either say what you want to say or

When you were constituted – there is a kind of founding document – a charter or constitution which precedes any legal document you’ll ever find here in this wonderful world of things.

Show it to me.

I don’t need to.

You do – otherwise I ain’t playing.

You are the constitution.

How?

Because in order to become flesh and blood, certain protocols are followed, certain legal requirements have to be observed, and like it or not, the whole of what is referred to as “the law” here in this world, is but an offshoot, merely rests upon the fundament which you just happen to constitute.

So what? I’m supposed to stand up in court, or in Parliament if they’d even bother to let me in, and declare my special status?

As I said, Morgan – you owe them nothing whatsoever. Their house of cards is not your responsibility. You simply have to decide which game you’d rather play – which set of rules you’d prefer to adhere to. Either theirs – which are always changing, and as you’ve probably figured out by now, are based on the principle that the House must win, at all costs – and you ain’t the House – or you could go back to the constitution you unknowingly embody, which they can’t touch or rewrite without unleashing the magics of state, collapsing the house of words they've woven onto your state, which they currently occupy and claim to rule by right.

How?

By wanting it. By realising that everything happening in the world that upsets you – is in fact your responsibility. It cannot happen without your complicity. You have empowered them to do what they’re doing – and no one else.

Well, I disagree. I think they’re a bunch of opportunists at best, or sociopaths who can’t be controlled.

Yes. That’s how things seem – until you see beyond things, until you think beyond thought.

How on Earth are you supposed to think beyond thoughts? That’s a contradiction if ever I saw one.

By returning to first principles – by revisiting the founding moment – the inception point of this great enterprise you embarked on.

And how am I supposed to travel back in time to something that happened many years ago?

Your breath is the vehicle. Every breath you take is your first and last – by definition – unquestionably. Every breath connects your alpha with your omega. Every breath is, in fact, the entirety of your life spiriting you back into the next iteration, the next thingification of what you be in this moment.

Oh

Every breath is where infinity washes up on the shoreline of finite reality – and you, apparently, are the beach, the surf, the breaking waves – averaging the sum of your parts in a constant wavelike motion, rocking back and forth, snaking along the seafront, adding critical mass to what is otherwise a shell game. Until your perception enters the arena, nothing matters, no one cares. You tip the balance, adding moment to every thing.

Oh

And in this moment now you can either fix yourself to the ship’s mast and try to steer a course towards an envisioned future somewhere beyond the horizon, or you can ignore the siren things demanding your attention and hold your peace instead, sensing, watching, knowing how all flows from a deeper state that is neither negotiable nor subjectable.

Absolute?

Yes. You see there is one absolute – there is one constant in spite of all those breaking waves – and it ain’t anything out there in this or any other physical reality.

But surely...

You think gravity or the fabric of things itself can be determined absolutely – can be fixed as a constant? Try it and see.

But didn’t you say that’s exactly what we did?

Yes. Oh – they even tried to fix time – building wonderful atomic clocks – which are supposed to never lose or gain more than a millionth fraction of a second. Well I have news for you.

Don’t. You’re freaking me out. I need to believe the ground I’m standing on is solid.

Even if it means people or children have to suffer – as your rich nation bombs the rest of the world into cowed submission.

Like I said Absalom – that’s just a few unfortunate sociopaths. It has nothing to do with constants.

Try it – Morgan. Try it and see. What have you got to lose?

I have better things to do than engaging in dubious magical rituals. It’s morally repugnant.

No more so than pretending you’re not responsible for the mess that’s going on in the world.

Enough. You’re clearly insane.

You’re right.

Oh.

I am insane – and I’m weird – and I’m definitely evil.

Oh – I’m not sure I believe you. Evil or insane people tend not to admit as much.

Well, if I’m not then tell me how you explain this...

No – you’re not going to... Oh God

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Stop – I beseech you.

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Now look around – what do you see?

Oh my God Absalom – how did you...

Do you believe what you’re seeing?

Of course I believe it – this fruit – it’s real – I can pick it from the tree – those birds – how beautiful – look – that one’s flying towards me – it’s – it’s perched on my hand

A moment ago – where were you?

I... I’m not sure.

You can’t remember?

I’m – I don’t know.

Do you like it here?

Like it? I love it. I’ve always loved this place.

But you only arrived here a moment ago.

Did I? I feel like I’ve been here all my life. Oh look – that’s my family over there waving at me. I must go and join them – they’re off on a hunting trip.

How do you know?

How? How could I not know? I’m in tune with them. We think with one mind. How else?

Imagine a world where people weren’t in tune – where they were afraid of each other – where they were always suspicious of what other people were about to do.

Oh – that doesn’t sound very likely. Why would people want to live like that?

I suppose it must be beneficial in some way.

Look Absolomon I really have to go. Come with me – you’re welcome to join in – the hunt will be fun – it always is.

Ok – just give me a few seconds.

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Welcome back Morgan.

What on Earth?

Which is more real – that world or this?

Oh my God – how could you do that to me?

For he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise.

That’s exactly the feeling. Your words?

Coleridge.

So how could I have got so entwined in this pale version of things?

How indeed? Things have a deeply seductive power, do they not, to take a hold just as soon as that critical element of fear is stirred into the witch’s brew.

Witch’s brew – you’re telling me.

You see, do you?

Of course I see. There has to be a kind of binding magic at work here in this painted version of reality.

Yes. So as you see, we need do nothing to puncture the balloon – nothing more than bringing forth the simple truth, the real magic within – by stepping back onto the corner stone – the foundation stone of this particular constitution. From that point, from that moment, all this is breathed into existence – only as long as we continue to give our breath, our thoughts, our thinging thing to it, to them, to think things assuredly.

And that’s all there is to it. You’d think we’d have figured this out long ago.

Ah – but in our heart of hearts we’ve always known that we could invoke the simple truth, the fundament, so there’s never been a great sense of urgency.

We always knew? But this is so obviously distorted, polluted, fake, even um... evil – if I can use that word.

Go ahead – whatever you like – but deep down, deep within the bedrock of the stories we’re enacting, we’re masters of the epic tale, are we not – a tale of losing our way, of forgetting who and what we are, of sinking into despondency and hopelessness, of degrading to the point that we become no better than the things we find ourselves wedged between, things we ended up serving.

It’s like a nullification of the soul, of all that is true and bright – and yet we do it – and yet we breathe.

For we are masters of the long breath – taking our breath down into hell – establishing a deep, powerful column of contrast, of darkness, of smoke and fire, a weaving of that all present, insidious fearfulness into the fabric of things, shape and form that we unwittingly materialise.

And you think the lovushka is set?

Of course. Such is the nature of the beast, is it not?

Yes, I suppose it is. Like short selling on the stock exchange – you have to buy back the shares you sold to close the trade – to make the profit.

The worm, the tide must turn. That was always there – baked into the cake from the very inception of this progression into ever more diluted, ever more extended thingfulness. A masquerade of things substituting meaning.

Yes – I suppose you’re right – a masquerade. Suddenly I feel a burning desire to act – to play. Something tells me I can confound the very boards under my feet – change the state – flip the fabric of reality – the scenery of pain and cruelty by playing the part I’m secretly itching to play, itching to be.

Ah – you’re ready to unleash the magics I see. To let the delicate balance of beach and surf, wind and wave shift into another octave of being.

Follow me – I’ve been itching to do this for years – though I seem to have suppressed the urge, one two three one two three one two three one two three – ah – there we are – a moment between worlds – see that one over there?

The old man?

Yes – but look more closely.

Oh – I see what you mean. The angry old man. Who is it?

Don’t you know?

Well – I have my suspicions – but something seems to be inhibiting me, strange to tell.

Yes Absalom – you too have need to let go of deep rooted fears. Breathe yourself back into the gaiety of this moment – one two three one two three one two three one two three – nice and slow...

God? You don’t me to say...

Yes, even God was caught up in our pain and turning away – as you see – and from that pained beginning everything naturally flowed to where we find ourselves constantly at war...

But I’m not sure I like the idea of blaming God.

Oh, we’re not blaming him. He’s an essential part of the score we’ve been following – the song of sorrow we’ve sung for aeons – searching out every possibly variant. God made this possible – but deep in your heart you saw, you felt, you know

That God and I – la la la dum di dum la la la dum di dum

Nicely put – so much better than clumsical words.

So let us go dance with the Lord Creator of this glorious mess

Let us go back into the Lordlessness of breath – where all is One – where sorrow is but an aspect of joy and

be be be

pausing for wordless word

be be be

to manifest

be be be

silently

be be be

loud

thanks to God and all the Godlings who we’ve had on stage playing their lordly roles of pointed farce – we couldn’t have done it without you – and feeling you back in the breath of all that is One – the waves are complete and the great computer or material reality delivers its final count – the number we’ve all been waiting for – the number the entire universe was set up to calculate – the number that was always present – always hidden within or hiding behind the numberless nought.

not loving Anya

The best thing that ever happened to me, to be honest, was not loving Anya.

You’re probably scratching your head wondering who the hell Anya is, or why “not loving” her could be such a great thing.

Look, the fact is you don’t even know who I am, and I’m certainly not going to try and make out that Anya is some kind of monster. She ain’t, to use the vernacular, she’s just a normal young woman. I was going to use the word “girl”, but you know the way things are these days what with sexism, racism and the likes – “young woman”, clumsy and awkward though that sounds, it will have to be.

So here goes – I’m in love, smitten, call it what you will.

Now the whole of literature, the entire movie business and any other media that presents human affairs of the heart has convincingly argued that “love conquers all”, for what could be greater than love? I’m certainly in no position to disagree. It takes you places nothing else can. It takes you into the vacuum of space, the abyss, the void, call it what you will, into an urgency of not having and not holding, which imperiously demands and requires a solution. You, the in-lovee, are under some kind of obligation to get off your butt and attain the cause and object of these life dissolving feelings, no matter what. Forget the fact that you have exams to pass, a job to hold down, a wife or kids – there’s almost nothing that selfish, demanding love won’t brush aside in its frantic need for pacification.

Selfish? How can you call love selfish? Love is the greatest force there is – surely?

Ah yes – I too am party to that belief – and yet at the same time it is supremely selfish. There is, of course, a get out clause – you could play around with terms and suggest that true love is different – that sexual attraction or infatuation is selfish whereas true love rises above all selfishness – and who wouldn’t like to put lipstick on the pig and pretend it’s actually a cute duckling? I think we have to recognise the fact that as light is both particle and wave, as life is both yin and yan, likewise love is supremely selfish when we experience it magnetically – as an attractive force – but can also be supremely giving and generous – even to the point of people laying down their lives to help save a complete stranger. But to insist that one is love and the other is not – is like our attempt in the West to separate darkness and light, insisting that one is good while t’other is bad. It won’t wash guys.

So, love is supremely selfish, because it brings you back into a supreme awareness of your self. Instead of being caught up in life’s busy round of school, work and other activities, you’re suddenly compelled to confront the one thing that has being waiting quietly for the great, long anticipated magnetisation event. You see, the self was always going to hit the magnetic polarisation terrificus maximus button sooner or later. Once it sensed the right moment, once someone appeared in your field of view – someone with the right attributes – the right kind of magnetic field, personality, appearance, laugh, smile, karma, swing of the hips or otherworldly presence – that was it – unwittingly, unsuspectingly, the rug under your feet was to be pulled and you were to be unceremoniously dumped into a bottomless pit – known euphemistically as "falling in love", though it may just as well be referred to as falling in hell: not, I hasten to add, hell the place, but rather hell the experience.

"Oh come, come," you tut, clucking condescendingly, "falling in love is a wonderful experience."

Wrong. It’s a bottomless pit – unless you’re able to do some nifty footwork and secure the man or woman who has triggered this sub-apocalyptic event. More often than not this is what happens. The two kiss and hold hands – make friends and tie a knot – a conjugal knot until death us doth part. Immediately the free fall into hell is arrested. The two start living a new life – as one, more or less, and a new reality asserts itself, replacing the old. All in all, a satisfactory phase shift from unattached ions to a compound element with, hopefully, good’n’strong molecular bonds.

But what if you’ve fallen in love with the devil herself?

No – don’t jump to conclusions please. I never said Anya was the devil – in fact I seem to remember saying quite the opposite not so long ago – referring to her as a nice looking, normal young woman, pointedly avoiding the word “girl”.

Contradiction alert – beep beep – contradiction alert. Flashing red lights. All very melodramatic.

You know guys, writing line by line, presenting cogent arguments and using the logic of 1+1 is a somewhat trying experience. I’m a great fan of chicken and egg – eat your heart out. I’ve never found a paradox that didn’t make more sense than the either/or, right or wrong approach – so I’ll be honest – I hate the fact that I’m required to present a plausible case and square the raggedy lines of reality into a bitmappable product. I’d much rather you cut me some slack and accepted that things have an outside and an other, which is hidden from view. What this means is that things are only ever apparently so – uslovno we call it in Russian. Great word. What this means apropos Anya is that she may be x, y or z in 3D objective reality – but that doesn’t prevent her from being hell itself or the devil, for that matter, in my dealings with her.

Beep beep – confusion and chaos – beep beep – the Babel bug – beep beep – words out of whack – beep beep – what mean you – beep beep...

Guys – I have to ask you to practice some kind of transcendental meditation as we make our way through this discussion of what love is not. The thinking part of the brain, which thinks and imagines it has a handle on things, is somewhat limited in its capacity to observe and accept its limitations. It assumes it can and should be able to more or less understand everything – which is perfectly reasonable and yet utterly incorrect. Allow me to contradict myself – the human reason, the marvellous mind can understand everything minus one small thing – insignificant though that may be...

What, what – you’re asking impatiently – and again I invite you to come back to the deeper, softer, sweeter transcendental breath in order to allow the crossed wires of consciousness a little space and time to rearrange themselves.

Yes, alright – we’re breathing deeply, softly and sweetly – but still it would be nice to know what is the one thing the marvellous human mind cannot comprehend?

Paradoxically – it is no thing – though we often refer to it as something.

Breathing – deeper, softer, expanding into infinity...

I am, of course, referring to me – the being that i am, as opposed to the thing that I is. A subtle distinction you may think, but vital if we are to proceed any further with our enquiry. At the very centre of your world which your mind endeavours to map and understand is the one thing it cannot, the one thing that is no thing, the one thing that is you – a waveform, a presence, a life being.

Bah – no great matter – you expostulate, and frankly I’m not surprised, but if you do the breathy thing you’ll sense another side to the equation, another aspect of the mind which is able to feel what the thinking mind cannot comprehend, which operates on both sides of the veil that is me. So, if this be true, if I be an honest raconteur of how it is, as opposed to what it is, then we discover that the great mind of man can comprehend things, but not no things – it cannot readily deal with the nought side of the equation – in fact – it simply assumes or pretends that nought refers to no thing, conveniently rewriting no thing nothing. End of story. True and indisputable until, that is, you fall in love, and the abyss swallows you whole.

But we’ve already established the fact that falling in love merely leads to a phase change – a new reality emerging from the old, when the two of you hitch up together.

Ah – that’s how it all too often works out, but that is not, I hasten to add – how it has to be or even how it is in all cases. You see, if, as in my case, you fall in love with the devil itself – then no amount of sighing and wooing is going to make a blind bit of difference. You can’t marry the devil.

"Oh come on dude – you can’t refer to her as the devil just because things didn’t work out..."

I’m not. I’m positively referring to her as the devil – not because she is evil or any thing else for that matter.

Beep beep – contradiction alert.

Absolutely. The truth always appears in drag – wearing the fish-net stockings of contradiction – real or apparent.

Good one James – can I write that down?

Why not, feel free. When I call Anya the devil i am not, i assure you, speaking objectively.

You mean you’re being subjective.

No, neither am i being subjective.

Then what?

Mathematical. I’m being strictly mathematical. We’re looking at plusses and minuses. Usually the two cancel out – when the couple couple and mate.

Do you have to be so biological? Try to handle this subject inoffensively – with a little sensitivity if it’s not too much trouble.

Oh no – I’m avoiding biologicality – please don’t run these words through your biological mind. Kindly assume I’m being mathematical or nautical.

Er... ok, whatever.

So the pairing forms a new compound – like hydrogen and oxygen ions mating in H2O. End of story. They’re no longer highly charged. They’re now completely transformed into a new substance, magic – you might add, if you didn’t take for granted the mysterious nature of things.

This still doesn’t explain how you have the temerity to refer to this nice young lady as “the devil”. I think an apology is in order. You’re being, frankly, offensive.

Yes, i agree – it certainly looks that way from the 3D perspective.

From any perspective. Hopping dimensions doesn’t make unkindness acceptable.

Ah – but what if i’m speaking technically accurately.

Impossible. How can a young woman technically accurately be referred to as the devil itself?

She can't – unless that's what the mathematical paradox requires.

You’re splitting hairs.

Shall I proceed.

If you have anything intelligent to add.

Well, we were talking about magnetics and how love pulls the rug from under our feet dumping us, unceremoniously into a kind of bottomless pit.

Er... ok.

And that love often ends “happily” when our fall is arrested by a kind of reversal of things – when an extreme experience of self and an even more extreme feeling of self "missing something vital"  – something which another self is felt to possess, leads us to connect anatomically into a new being – a compound self.

I think you’ve made this abundantly clear James. If you have nothing further to add I’ll...

But what if you’re other half – the great attractor that has dragged you into a hyper magnetised state of polarity happens to exist outside your reality.

James – she’s a girl ok – in your reality.

What happens if the magnetics are working through someone who is wholly, completely, utterly unbondable – like trying to join carbon and gold atoms together?

Pathetic – you’re making pathetic excuses for your own palpable failure to seize the moment and make something of love when it presented itself.

Hum... and I imagined it would be so easy to explain.

Of course it’s easy to explain. You blew it.

Ok – I accept that.

You do?

Yes, why not. In 3D I definitely blew it.

Hey – wait a minute – don’t try to 3D wriggle your way out of things. You blew it, period.

And period too – that little point which is so vital in this reality of beginnings and endings. But the problem we encounter when discussing love is that it transcends 3D reality. It goes beyond the grave.

Do you have to be macabre?

Because love is to life what...

What?

I was breathing it – it was all happening outside 3D. Apparently there’s another side to things – which we mistakenly assume to be nought or no thing.

Oh God – do you have to go down this path?

What path – I’m describing the power that is love – a power that transcends all things because it is unthingable, or you could equally say unthinkable.

Unthingable... unthinkable – why all the negatives?

Why do you assume negatives are negative? Have you ever stopped a moment to test whether the devil you’re so afeared of is actually a dreaded beast intent on subverting and destroying your good self?

I never even said I believe in the devil James so why would I trouble myself to consider who or what that devil might be?

Ah – but you forget – we’re thinking mathematically – as good physicists must. We’re considering the nature of things in general, life, the universe and all that is, and we can hardly do so without referring to the devil, love, or God for that matter.

You're insane, James. Since when did physicists refer to metaphysical abstracts? They focus on real things such as atoms, bosons, quarks, forces such as gravity, electrical fields and thermodynamics.

Not to forget dark matter and dark energy, black holes and a mysterious Big Bang which came from nothing and for no apparent reason tipped nothing whatsoever into a state of highly energised materialisation from which everything we now know was spawned. Yes indeed, they deal only with proven and tested physical concepts... ho hum.

Well they certainly don’t deal with devils or gods. That much is for sure.

And yet they fall in love, marry and have children.

Non sequitur or what? Of course they do – but that’s purely biological – has nothing to do with their work in the field of physics.

And yet... if they are correct and energy is indeed conserved, then all thoughts must at the very least be a kind of energy flow – must required some small charge for they cannot come from nothing whatsoever, can they, in which case thoughts themselves, and emotions, are at the very least an electro-chemical part of the equation.

And? What’s that got to do with things?

And the things we do and make, the thoughts we think, the words we say and use, our elaborate chains of ideas – how different are these from the molecular chains within a protein, or the structuralization of stars, galaxies, crystals – matter in whatever shape or form it takes.

I don’t know.

Me neither – but I’m assuming the physicists are right – that conservation of energy is paramount – that no thing is actually created or destroyed – merely changing from one form into another – and that we ourselves, mentally, emotionally, physically and socially are an integral part of that continuum, that reiterating fractal equation of life and matter and the third component we somewhat unimaginatively refer to as "no thing" or "nought".

Er... whatever. Look James, it’s been nice talking but I’ve got to go.

Where?

Oh, you know – things to do. I’ll er... be seeing you around. Pity about Anya – she sounded like a great girl. Maybe you’ll get over it some day.

Never.

Well, we’ll see. You live and learn – as they say. Anyway, thanks for sharing.

Sharing what? I haven’t told you anything.

Well, you told me about falling in love and things not quite working out.

Wrong.

I’m sorry?

Things went into free fall, but everything worked out perfectly.

Oh... confusing. Well, I’ll be off.

Ok. See you around. Don’t forget to close the door.

? Er...

Yes.

What’s happened to the door James?

James?

Come on James, stop messing around.

Messing around – sorry Zie, I don’t follow.

Er... look James – there’s meant to be a door in this room – right over there – where I came in twenty minutes ago. It’s gone.

Don’t be absurd. Doors don’t just disappear. By the way – who is James.

You know perfectly well.

Can you describe him please?

Of course I can. Average height. Greying hair. Blue eyes. Fair complexion.

Does he look anything like me?

Yes, of course he... er

Well?

Er... what’s going on. What have you done to James?

I have no idea who you’re talking about Zie.

Oh God – this is insane. Hello – reality – where are you when I need you?

Um – as for this so called James – i take it you were talking to him about his relationship with Anya?

Obviously – we were talking about it a moment ago.

I think he mentioned it didn’t end the way it was meant to.

Correct. They never became a pair.

Did he seem upset about that?

Yes, I mean no. At first I could really feel his heartbreak – but then...

Yes?

What did he say – something about her being the devil... and never getting over it.

Sounds terrible.

Yes, but then he was saying all this other weird stuff like conservation of energy – and something else – a power transcending all things – something to do with nought.

Definitely weird. I expect he was pulling your leg.

Pulling my leg. No he wasn’t. I could feel what he has been through. I could feel his pain – and one more thing...

What?

He kept on emphasising the need to breathe deeply and softly – to open up the other side of things.

Oh, that sounds interesting – why don’t we give it a go.

Well, I’m not sure – I really have to be going.

But there appears to be no door in this room.

Yes, I know – but what about you – what did you say your name is?

I didn’t. It’s Merry.

Oh hi Merry. I’m Cain.

No.

No? What do you mean?

Apparently you’re not.

But I just said I am.

Yes, I know.

I think I’m the one to know who I am.

Yes, that makes sense – then you’d better be off – as you’re so sure of yourself.

Um... I’m not trying to be weird Merry – but I don’t see how I can go anywhere. This room appears to have no doors or windows.

What about furniture?

Er... let me see. There’s a table in the corner. Some books. An old chair. Mostly it’s bare. In fact I hardly notice what it looks like – which is kind of bizarre when you think about it – James’s room is quite different – very homely, antiques, book shelves stacked double, and an old animal skin on the floor – an Aladdin's cave.

Oh – I hope he’s not into animal mutilation.

No, apparently it was an heirloom.

So, what brought you here Zie?

Zie? Is that my name?

Apparently so.

How do you mean apparently?

Well, everyone who comes here has a kind of indentifier – like a URL address. Yours apparently is Zie.

But how do you know?

I have no idea.

No? You must know how you know...

Must?

I’m not trying to be bossy or rude – but everyone knows how they know something.

Ah – that explains the confusion. This is not some thing I know. It is simply known – what you’d refer to as nought – or no thing on your other side of me.

Er... I’m a bit lost.

No you’re not. You’ve described the room perfectly well – that means you’re definitely here.

Yes, but where is here, and who is this Zie, you’re referring to?

Zie is you – apparently. You, if anyone, ought to know – if you’d stop for a moment insisting on things you know, and simply do a spot of breathing softly, sweetly, feelingly, and allow your molecules to speak to you mathematically.

Oh k... here goes...

Excellent. I can feel things slotting into place. Ah ha – there’s the pink sofa over there. The portrait of the walrus on the wall, a potted geranium on the sideboard by the window...

So you mean to say that my breathing is able to make things appear from nowhere in this room – even a window?

Apparently so. I never really gave it any thought.

The weird thing is that I have the distinct impression that I’ve been here before.

Me too.

But I can’t for the life of me remember when...

A few more breaths and everything will slot into place I expect, but don’t mind me, I’m a very busy elf with lots to do.

Elf?

Oh, you know...

I suppose I do, Merry. You always were... oh my God – Merry – it’s you!? What on Earth’s happened to me. How on Earth could I have forgotten?

Frequencies, timelines, shifting sands of space and time... that kind of thing.

So... I'm wondering whether you're actually...

No, I’m not, and any attempt to rationalise nought is only going to disrupt your signal so don’t bother – you have enough on your plate already.

So what does it all mean? One minute I was talking to James about his unhappy love, and the next minute I’m here with you – in deep amnesia.

Wrong again.

But...

You, somewhat egoistically are assuming that you are a constant – a fixture so to speak.

But I remember...

What your remember and what truly is are two unverified hypotheses. The truth is always a heartbeat in motion, never a thing.

So Cain and I – are not one and the same.

That’s the million dollar question. It all depends on whether you’ve ever really, truly experienced love.

What – like falling in love?

Like experiencing the magnetic field that is love – which brings nought into play as no thing else can or does.

Ah – so that’s what love is. And nought – it isn’t just an absence – that’s what James was saying, if I’m not mistaken.

Yes, I expect he was.

But wait a minute – you said you have no idea who James is – I’m beginning to suspect...

What?

That you and James are one and the same.

Oh dear. I was hoping you wouldn’t.

Why – you don’t want me cottoning on to your subterfuge?

The devil, as they say, is in the detail, and if you start focussing excessively on the detail you’re going to get dragged over the coals of Phlegethon.

What on Earth are you on about? Intelligent people are supposed to think rationally.

And soldiers are supposed to fire guns, but not in a school or a library.

?

Giving your rationality free rein to focus on things when you’re here with me is asking for a rather sudden wake up call. I don’t want to scare you in any way, but if a car stops suddenly the driver wearing a seatbelt can get a nasty whiplash.

So I’m supposed to just stop thinking about things?

You’re supposed to think a little bit about the danger of thinking things when you’re positively nought – where any thing you think alters the balance of matter, subtly or dramatically.

Oh.

There is a life and death component to this magical game of life that we play – even here in g-nome portal, on the other side of infinity.

Oh.

Besides, there are infinitely more profitable ways to exercise and employ your stupendous mind.

Stupendous! That’s nice! No one’s ever referred to my mind as stupendous before.

Well, the mind is more than you can possibly imagine, and it isn’t all contained within a little biological box you think of as yourself.

So what else can I do with my mind?

You can try falling in love!

You’re kidding! Falling in love has nothing to do with the mind. It’s emotional. Surely you know.

That’s on your side of things. But here it’s quite different you know.

Oh.

Here falling in love is leaping into that magical sense of being more than I can possibly say or imagine – and the feeling grows in intensity – like this...

Oh, wow...

Ever greater – ever more intense – until you notice yourself floating in the air – falling upwards and outwards in no one particular direction...

Like I’m expanding infinitely... oh my word... oh my word.

Yes – sooner or later you reach your word – a crystallisation point – you arrive – mystically at infinity – and if, as some have done – you utter your word – Big Bang – a universe is born.

And this – this unbearably sweet lightness, emptiness, wholeness

oneness

is what we refer to as Love in our world.

yes

And...

Sssh – we’ll talk about it later, an other time. Cain awaits an infusion of nought. Wishing you a merry flight this darkness of light known as night.

switching channels

You mean to say this is only as real as we make it?

Well – having put all your eggs in one basket what do you expect?

Er...

You committed 100% to this 3D-ality. The last thing you wanted or needed was for it to crash. That’s like investing everything in a single stock, only to find out the company is effectively bankrupt. It had better be convincing or the precipice opens up.

Gulp.

Monoculture destroys any ecosystem. 3Dality is no exception. You’ve been trying to paper over cracks, to shore it up, to hold it above water – but you’re still sinking – and it’s getting critical. The only way to keep the illusion going is to keep up upping the ante – raising the stakes ever higher and higher. Ever greater debt, ever greater government surveillance and control, ever greater wars, ever greater control of...

Ok – I see what you’re getting at.

Well, what do you think would happen if anyone tried to halt this process? To deflate the bubble?

He’d be crushed.

He or she – absolutely. The juggernaut will run straight over him, and yet the machine is slowing up, the engine is locking, the wheels are losing traction.

So what’s the alternative?

You.

Me?

You – all of you. People always were and are bigger than any system. You can change the nature of the game, you can change the nature of the beast. It’s truly within your power.

But how? People get killed whenever they try to stand up to this monster.

Only because they’ve failed to notice the one thing of great importance.

They have? What is that?

You.

? You’ve lost me, M. I’m not psychic, you know.

Actually you are. We all are – regardless of whether you’ve logged onto your psychic circuitry.

Logged on? You make it sound like a computer programme?

Well what better way to describe it.

Look M, I like to be open minded and fair...

Don’t we all.

But there are limits. I think I should be the one to decide whether or not I’m psychic.

Yes, that makes perfect sense – and obviously you’re not psychic in the  frame of reference which defines you right now, but that’s never been contested. You went along with the standardised system defaults – which close off various core functions such as an awareness of your psychic abilities – and until you bother to take an interest in how your system is organised, and actually play around with the settings, then you’ll be like a fish screaming that it can’t swim, just because it has a perception which has been altered.

But why would I knowingly switch off psychic abilities? I’d love to be psychic.

Yes and no. You wanted above all else to integrate yourself into this 3D experience exchange. It’s an amazing meeting place – like the best social media platform on steroids. Here you get to interact, potentially, with 7 billion people and have a vast range of real life experiences. Psychic abilities would get in the way of this experience so you and billions of others agreed to have them blocked. They’re still there – but they’re contained or confined with a black box.

Well then I’m not psychic – end of story – unless I want to die.

Not so. You don’t stop being something just because it’s been fenced off and labelled. Now, as the 3Deeality becomes increasingly insane – as it heads into a make or break endgame – it’s only natural that you should sense something else.

Why?

Good question. It’s to do with fractal geometry. When the 3Dality was started it was easy enough to hide the glitches, gaps or broken threads, but now we’re reaching saturation. A major war is always a good way to conceal things, but that’s proving difficult, because the powers that be – the ones who think they’re in charge – are up against something bigger than them.

They are? You could have fooled me.

Evidently.

Well?

Well what?

What are they up against?

Oh – against the collective consciousness of humanity – the chick in the egg.

What chick? What egg? What are you on about?

We’re about to hatch.

Mad.

And we’re pushing against the edge of things. The fabric of space and time, the matrix, the walls of reality – they’re like the shell of the egg that we’re within.

And we’re about to hatch?

Without a doubt. What’s coming – even now – is bigger, bigger by a multiple order of magnitude than anything anyone can imagine.

So the future’s not going to be “more of the same”?

Future? What future?

Oh you know.

We’re not moving into a future. We’re shifting back into a present that makes sense – a present that is aligned with the collective consciousness of humanity.

So you say – but I’m not sure I believe in this collective consciousness.

No need to.

Huh?

It matters little whether you believe it or not. It’s the only thing that balances this equation – the only thing that makes sense of the insanity – that the centripetal and centrifugal forces in check and in harmony.

Harmony? I hardly think I’d call this harmony. We’re on the edge of a nuclear holocaust.

Yes, that’s how it looks, but how do you expect it to look when the chick’s about to crack out of the egg?

Er...

It’s only disturbed and disbalanced when you fail to consider the overall movement – the way each step as you walk takes you through a point of balance and then into a place of disharmony. There’s another side – another leg which takes over – the baton switches hands and a small swaying of the hips put you back on course. Thus we walk, fly, run.

Yes, very philosophical I’m sure, but hardly relevant – certainly impossible to prove. I’d much rather trust my 5 senses and my limited but eminently practical intelligence.

Trust it, why not, but if you notice things swinging left then right, if you notice unprecedented levels of insanity, if you find yourself becoming aware of things which hitherto were off the radar screen, you just might consider re-evaluating your policy of outright denial and start accepting there’s more than one reference frame in play.

?!

Hardly unprecedented when you consider how easily your mind copes with and benefits from having two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, two brain hemispheres, not to mention limbs etc.

But you’re bringing into question the unity of reality – that’s insane.

Yes, it’s always considered insane until you switch protocols.

What protocols are you referring to M?

Oh, we don’t need to get all namey about this do we?

Actually I think that’s the least you can do if you’re asking me to turn my back on the central column of sanity, the unity of space-time.

Wrong again. I’m not asking you to mess around with space-time or even time-space.

Then what?

The perception of realities.

Why did I ask?

The fact that there is a central perception agency...

Like the CIA.

Er, well i suppose so, a CPA which can assemble different versions of reality once you stop insisting that 666 is the only protocol you’re able to follow.

Jesus Christ! Did you say 666 – the number of the beast?

I suppose i did, but based on your reaction i wish i hadn’t.

Hey, what’s wrong with my reaction?

Nothing whatsoever, if you’re into hysteria, melodrama and faux-naive denial of what should be fairly obvious.

Now wait a minute – if you’re saying it should be obvious that the beast is a protocol...

Actually more a mechanism which the protocol defines or encodes.

Ok, ok, I think you know what I mean.

Yes, but for the benefit of your readers...

What rea...  Oh! Now i remember.

Bingo!

What do you mean?

You switched channels. Your assemblage point moved.

My what?

The thing that arranges any particular reference frame or perception channel.

It did? How do you know?

Long story. Let’s just say that i sensed it as did you...

I felt something.

And as usually happens, you decapitalised.

Did i? I never even noticed.

No, one seldom does, anyways, frame shifting starts happening either when you take psychedelics...

Oh great – so now I’m like some kind of a junky.

Or under extreme mental or emotional stress.

That makes sense.

Last but not least, when you’ve reached a tipping point, a 2012 moment in time.

Er, i hate to disappoint you M but that much hyped event was years ago, and in any case,  nothing really happened.

Good. Nothing. But what kind of nothing?

Are there more than one? The linguistics are getting appalling.

Absolutely! The linguistics are mostly frame specific, so they serve to keep you inside one reality experience. Until you get a whiff of something more, something beyond...

And then everything’s gonna be alright you’re saying?

No, then you’re able to stop fighting to defend the indefensible. You allow reality to fold.

Jesus Christ, do you have to speak like that? The last thing I want is for reality to fold.

Spoken like a true 666er.

Don’t. I feel physically sick when you use that number.

So you should. How else do you imagine the beast defends itself against attack. The last thing it needs is you scrutinising the edge of things. You’d inevitably start seeing more than you bargained for.

So it triggers a sick response? That sounds a bit...

Far fetched.

So it should, but regardless of that, press ahead and test the water yourself. Become aware of whether there’s more going on: whether perception is rooted in fact or is a shifting variable?

And how am i supposed to do that?

Firstly by calling for truth and reconciliation between the warring factions in your conscious-awareness. Secondly by flipping, invoking protocol 999, and thirdly

Yes?

0=1

Oh God, i might have known.

Basic mathematics. Ultimately this is neither philosophy nor law, important though these two components be...

It’s...

mathematics, that’s right.

Doesn’t sound like any maths I’m familiar with.

No, you wouldn’t be, would you? Since when was hyperspatial maths taught in regular schools?

You mean it’s taught in special schools?

There are a few, but that’s beside the point.

No it’s not. I...

Are in danger of coming apart at the seems.

ea M.

No, ee, though the two words in fact share a single etymology, so technically i can’t fault you.

But...

Once your assemblage point becomes mobile and you're able to perceive more than one frame of reality, you’re suddenly exposed to a kind of inter-dimensional or hyperspatial wind that can quite literally...

tear me apart? Now you tell me! How come i’m always dicing with death everytime you get involved.

Such is the nature of the beast.

As in 666?

No, it’s just you’ve not yet developed your own skin, your own awareness, your own defences.

Whyever not?

Because you’ve not yet emerged. Within 3D you’re still technically unborn.

I am?

Yes, it’s a virtual reality, no matter how real it seems.

You could have fooled me!

Only with your connivance. You were happy to ignore everything that told otherwise.

I was? But why?

Who cares. The answer becomes evident once you’ve established a presence in...

in? You’re cutting out. Dot dot dot? What kind of place is that?

Follow the wh...  rab...

The white rabbit? What on earth are you on about M?

...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...

Oh God, i hate this weird shit. It’s all ludicrous da Vinci code stuff

on steroids.

Precisely. If instead of Cheshire Catting me you can rematerialise and offer a proper set of instructions, I’d be most grateful.

...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...

What do you mean three minutes? I’m in perfectly good health. I don’t see any reason why i should drop d...

er...  what’s going on M? Come back. I need you.

I seem to be...  seem to be...  Jesus, it’s as you said, i really am coming apart at the seems. Oh Christ, i’m a goner.

There’s nothing...  absolutely no thing holding me to... gether... any... more...

It can’t be that simple, surely? Oh come on! Well, what have i got to lose. i’m as good as dead in any case...

dot dot dot
activating protocol 9 9 9
dot dot dot

Whooshing sound. Hyper-acceleration. 

This is either going to tear me apart or

Welcome on board Z. Congratulations, you’ve successfully unwired yourself from 3Dality...

2b or not 2b
con   tin   ued

i too

i too have tried
to bomb my way to success, by God
from big bang to birth a dancing star
from shrapnel -- conjure life's spark
a battery of ferns, a fracas of aromatic fir
have cursed and let the flames of anger
fan themselves to a fury of spitting rage
have stamped my foot
have shouted at a child
who dared obstruct my will
have snapped a recalcitrant branch
that would not bend
when i would pass
and yet i failed
failed to achieve my end
failed to see life emerge
from that nitric tunnel of hate
my bombs backfired
blasted the very foundations
of my once blessed state
i fell to pondering perversity
the power to destroy
not to create

Otherly er

You want to know how we released infinity back into the wilds of 3D?

How or why?

We didn’t.

Er...

It was always there, baked into the fabric of 3D itself. It had only ever been a matter of time before the seal broke, before people started to notice the “anomalies”.

“Anomalies?”

That’s what they’d call them. They had forgotten, hadn’t a clue poor dears that theirs was the anomaly.

Theirs?

Of course! A reality that seemed to be contained, in which paradox seemed to be manageable, in which things seemed to make sense in a cause n effect sort of way.

Oh that.

That indeed. The great fallacy

of matter

You’ve heard. You know?

I do. The fallacy was our undoing, is still in fact our Achilles heel in spite of all we’ve learned, all we’ve been through.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, when matter itself we have since learnt

amounts to nought... Yes, the great irony, without the least bitterness, that the “kingdom of God” was and is at hand, flying beneath the radar coverage of things in general

or things what matter, more particularly.

So you mean to say you had no hand to play in all this? It all just happened!?

Oh, you’re trying to either/or it are you? Quaint.

Well we can’t completely retreat to...

can’t? We can do more than that. We can stop pretending that things are what count, we can feel the fabric of space-time’s curvature, another way of saying the essing nature of things, as the serpent gently propels itself forward with ridiculous ease, merely by flicking its tail and feeling the paroxysm rising up its body, giving no definitive answer to who is propelling whom, or what what, chicken or egg, it is-i am...

You mean to say a general fog of relativity?

I mean nothing of the sort. I mean an emergence back into isness, the essness of be, discovering there are neither points nor places, merely memories and perceptions.

Memories and perceptions, you say? You may be right, but I still feel you’re being disingenuous claiming you had no hand in the above.

And if I did, if i am a lever, let this be nothing more than flotsam and jetsam on the flood tide of reality, which could only have been created, could only have emerged from the mists and swamps of infinity thanks to the artifice of slow-yield seemingly straightened wavefulness.

Ah, that’s where you’re coming from, that’s what you’re getting at. Well I for one

and one for all... Until you’ve breathed and lived the waveform of is you’re merely contemplating or considering the nature of things from yet another angle. Sooner or later this requires full immersion... a willingness to let the waters of darkest nought do their worst, to restore the balance of trade between both sides of the equation, the be all and end all, the grand journey back to er

Er?

Er... this!


Where did he go, bloody show off. Er... oh, come to think of it...

Hail fellow well met, on the dark and dismal side of er...

of er... Ah, that’s what you meant so elusively. Well, i for one intend to prove you wrong, if it be within my power, to forge a link with another outpost of 3Deity, and start the ball rolling again.

Resurrecting the dead in the process! Of course it be within your power, if you are set on the above, unless, that is, you decide to make space for er and allow time to wag its tail felicitously

Ah, the biological imperative! Is not that what you’re referring to?

Indeed I am, otherly to the bitter end.

Let it be so, er...

Er...

1

2

3

OM

observational modulation
switching to ess
entropic sine sense

volumising nought
expressly redolent

er

beside myself

Er...

Yes, what is it?

Merry...

What? Can’t you see I’m busy.

I hate to be nosey or obtrusive

Well – are you going to give in to hate?

Why are you hiding behind a tree?

Whatever makes you think I’m hiding behind a tree?

Er... that’s what it looks like – to the casual observer.

Casual?

Or neutral.

Zie – if you like imagining you’re either casual or neutral i can accept that. We all like imagining we’re something we’re not. One person imagines she’s vivacious and witty, another that she’s good looking and seductive. You probably imagine that you’re intellectually sharp and within spitting distance of the truth.

I don’t know...

Precisely – but in actual fact you are obtuse and lost in self-delusion. Had you any idea how far you are from seeing what is what you’d probably foam at the mouth and rage against the sun and moon until people decided you had rabes and probably out to be institutionalised.

Rrrrggggggggg

There you go – let it out Zie. After all, you probably imagined in your mental illiteracy that I was attempting to spy on someone – perhaps Sonya who’s sitting over there – deep in contemplation.

Rrrrrrggggggg

One never ceases to wonder at the close proximity of the beast within man – waiting to climb out and expose itself once a few carefully selected buttons are pressed. By all means feel free to escalate this tantrum of wounded vanity and pride up to the next level. I expect you’re already contemplating how you’d like to do physical damage to me for seeing through your petty small mindedness so easily, not to mention your jealously that perhaps I’m more interested in watching Sonya than spending my time with a complete bore such as yourself.

******** !!!!!!!!!!!  @:>?><@{}  !”£$%^&  *******

Ah – I think we’ve done enough. 1 – 2 – 3 pop

My God Merry – what was that all about? You were completely...

Zie, before you say another word – have a look at yourself.

?

Please – if it doesn’t offend your sensibilities to do so!

Oh, alright. Aaaaargh! What’s going on? What’s happened to me?

Oh nothing much.

Nothing much?! What the

Expletive expletive expletive – one does grow a little tired of humans’ capacity to translate the higher experiences of paradox, contradiction and metaphysics into a series of four letter words, usually associated with copulation or toiletry. It’s beyond me, really.

What’s happened to me?

Oh that – you got a bit over-excited – don’t you remember.

Of course I bloody remember. You were winding me up something rotten.

Yes – i did my best – but technically speaking i never uttered a single word of untruth.

Oh thanks a bunch – that makes it all the better.

Only trying to be honest.

If you don’t mind – I’m feeling somewhat traumatised seeing myself in such a dreadful state. What am I supposed to do about it?

Do?

Two letter word – fairly basic in meaning. Surely you can proceed to an explanation?

Oh – do! Nothing, of course.

Nothing? I can’t just do nothing. I look like a slow motion epileptic.

And what have you got against epileptics, dear Zie? 

Nothing, I assure you Merry. But those terrible metronomic convulsions shaking me back and forth, left and right, contorting my features, spittle dribbling from my mouth, eyes white and glinting with furious insanity...

Quite a picture, is it not. All in all I’d say a job well done.

Well done?! Rrrrgggggg

Here we go again. Yes, you’re finally at liberty to confront your true nature, your psycho-emotional state of affairs, once we stripped off the veneer of culture and polity.

Rrrrrrrgggggggggg

Spittle production is definitely booming this year.

Rrrrrgggggggggg

Sonya – take a look at this clown – he never ceases to amaze me with his inbuilt sense of self-importance – as if the story of his life – his personal narrative is the only thing that matters.

Oh – hi Zie – wow! most impressive!

Oh – hi Sonya – er... seemed to have got a bit carried away with things I.

How do you manage to convulse in slow time like that – in two separate hypostases?

I... I don’t know. Can you help me Sonya? I seem to have let myself get out of hand.

You’re telling me.

I seem to have fragmented into separate...

Hypostases? That’s a bit of a mouthful isn’t it.

Yes – I suppose it is. It’s just it seemed like the right word at the time.

Maybe we could say hyperstates instead?

Oh, that’s not a bad idea. Well, what’s your recommendation Sonya dear?

Sonya dear? You’ve never called me that before, Zie dear.

No, I never really gave you any attention, in fact, did I. I was always so absorbed by my conversations with Merry.

You’re telling me.

In fact, I hardly ever noticed you were there – till Merry pointed you out.

Typical! Male chauvinist pig.

?!

Arrogant pompous prig.

??!!!Q!!

Jackass, dog spit, monkey drool.

Rrrrrrrrrggggggg

Elephant shit

Rrrrrrrrggggggggggg

Newt dropping, spider dandruff

He hee ha ha he he ha he  I’m splitting again – aren’t I?

I guess so – not that I give a fiddle.

Hee hee ha ha hee hee  you’re doing this deliberately – aren’t you Sonya?

Why would I waste my time giving you a moment’s consideration zero sum non-entity that you are.

Haaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

There he goes again! Wow! There’s no stopping him today.

Oh – I don’t know about that, Sonya. I think it’s third time lucky – if I’m not mistaken.

You seldom are – but he might go on splitting forever – he’s so lost in his own self-importance.

I think you’re actually enjoying this Sonya – yes – there seems to be a wicked, ruthless glint in your eye.

Well we can hardly get anywhere as long as Zie’s blocking up the cosmic tubes with his much of a me-ness, can we.

We?

Yes, Merry dear. Didn’t you know?

Know what?

Oh, you are dim-witted at times, but I still love you all the same.

You do? How sweet of you. So you think we can’t proceed beyond a certain boundary limit as long as Zie persists in seeing himself fractally.

What does it matter what I think, Merry. You know the law of one – the zero sum nature of infinity as well as I do. We can neither help nor hinder Zie or anyone else, can we – but hiding the truth behind politeness is never going to

true – is never going to – still it’s a rather strange feeling is it not.

Yes, indeed.

Feeling the layers of the onion that is reality

Splitting apart

Separating after having been welded together

for so long

in Zie

and his kind

All of them

All of ‘em

Ticklish is how I’d describe it.

Indeed. Ticklish and at the same time

Yes – relief

Most definitely

Ironically – the paradox of infinity revealing itself being described as

something definite – is not lost upon me

neither.

Ah Sonya, is it me speaking or you hearing – I seem to have

lost count – me too – to be honest Merry

it doesn’t greatly matter

for here the two of us are much of a much

even though in 3D we’re definitely on opposite

sides of the barricade known as

polarity

hysterically referred to as

sexity

endlessly distorted

twisted

misrepresented

and confused.

No Zie, I’m looking for the gnarly ones.

The gnarly ones?

You know Zie...

Er... I suppose I should but you know me, Merry – hopeless in all matters intellectual.

Oh, don’t put yourself down like that Zie – you’ll find once I disappear from your life

When you what?!

Disappear from your life – that actually you’re no worse than me or any other tree elf.

Stop – not another word.

Oh – it’s always been that way Zie. The student, the disciple never grows up, never comes of age until his master dies.

Dies? You’re not planning to die are you?

Most assuredly – at the first available opportunity.

Stop fooling around Merry.

How else are you going to make headway, Zie? Of course I’m going to die – it’ll be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

And you?

And me too. I’ve always had a passion for dying. One gets so terribly frustrated with being typecast in one particular role. There are always other characters, over personae within, yearning to emerge. Death, I assure you, is the great reverser – switching things around admirably – like deck chairs on the Titanic.

Ah, Titania – there you are, i thought you were lurking in the purple shadows of this text. Any idea how to

...be continued