Thursday, October 24, 2019

whistling

So if your so called quantum field is real, then how come you’re still messing around doing stuff Newtonian style – bricks and mortar, so to speak: force, mass and physical space?

Good question.

Er… thanks.

[whistling]



[still whistling]



[continuing to whistle as if the matter was resolved]

[coughing politely]

[no longer whistling – sniffing the air like a rabbit or a fox, checking what’s out there]

Er…

[calmly expectant – in no way keen to break the tranquillity of this moment]

Merry –

yes?

aren’t you going to answer the question?

the question?

Yes. Aren’t you going to answer it?

Answer the question?

Yes, if it’s not too much trouble.

Well, I thought i was doing as much when I switched from speaking to melody.

You mean whistling?

Yes, I suppose i do – though it didn’t have to be whistling, did it?

?

It could have been song, humming, percussion – hand clapping, almost anything whatsoever.

If you, er, say so, but I’m not sure i understood the meaning you were trying to convey by whistling.

Oh, I’m sure you did. You’re far too modest.

No Merry, I’m only human you know. I can cope with regular language passably well, but whistling’s a bit beyond me.

So you say – but let’s test your uncertainty.

Test it?

Yes, we just need to get you out of the way.

Me? You want me to leave the room?

No, you need to be here to answer my questions.

Oh, then i fail to see how I can be out of the way if i'm here at the same time.

Naturally, but fortunately the quantum field comes to our assistance yet again.

It does?

Yes, and you don’t even notice it.

Er…

There you go again.

?!

Your innocent little “er”.

What about it?

Wasn’t so innocent after all.

No?

No.

How do you mean?

Well, apart from conveying your confusion and irresolution at the 3D level, at the same time it carried a quite different message at the quantum level.

It did?

Yes, absolutely.

And?

Which you appear to be unable to hear – is that not so?

Well, yes, obviously – otherwise I wouldn’t be asking.

That’s not because you're stupid, or lack specific psychic abilities.

No?

No, it’s much more mundane.

It is?

Yes.

[whistling contentedly]

[coughing politiely] Merry, I’m still very much in the dark and feeling not a little excluded from this evidently fascinating dialogue.

Yes, i remember it well.

Remember what?

The feeling of being excluded. Getting really annoyed with... [whistling again]

With whom? Your teacher?

Look! [whistling some more]

Really – I think you might…

Ssh – not now.

[somewhat stung] I fail to see…

Time. Stop doing it.

Doing what?

Time. This is instantaneous, or not at all.

it is?

[whistling]

Well honestly – [getting spikey]

Good – now part of you is feeling annoyed – but another part simply doesn’t give a damn – and all you need do is feel the two simultaneously – allow the entire curve to be present and represented as an awareness of opposing states – like fire and water – co-habiting the field that you represent.

Fire and water?

You heard.

The fire seems to dominate at this precise moment in time.

Because you’re annoyed – yet the other side is no less present – but you’re doing as all nerds do – attaching inordinate importance to your upper right quadrant –

?

wounded pride. Now if i deftly do this [ s-l-a-p! ] Yes, that seemed to do the trick.

[Zie is temporarily stunned by the powerful, well-aimed slap on his left cheek – cannot yet react.]

You see – now the ego wants to escalate – but the watcher within is intrigued and over-powering your programmed response mechanism with hyper-charged expectancy. Either could win. It would be satisfying, would it not, to start yelling indignantly, but then, doing so you’d miss the moment – something much more interesting – a dim awareness of another centre, or a non-centre to your self – outside the normal bounds – which is, in fact, amused by all this – and almost, dare i say it, keen to get on, to grow up, to move beyond the triviality and mind-numbing boredom of being a fully programmed idiot.

[fire: fully programmed idiot – no – that’s going too far! You’ll rue the day you took advantage of my good faith and trust// water: fully programmed idiot – that’s priceless – we’re finally cracking this nut – finally opening a channel of awareness outside the narcissistic, self-validating egg world of egg-o]

nnnggggurrrrdvvviboiboibohhhickez

hold – you’re doing beautifully Zie – take your time – feel the two sides as a breathing in and out – as an energy circulating within – as a field shifting into seemingly incompatible areas of self and awareness… feel the bigger-than-either, the beyond-idiot neither fire nor water, the un-expressible, un-representable 0=1, and though it feels like an agony of mutual-exclusions, a dementing dichotomy... POP!  nature abhors a vacuum, the quantum field cannot help but manifest unexpectedly, unnoticeably to the idiot itself, as sudden packets of knowledge awareness [whistling] as islands of lucidity which turn out to be beads on a string [whirring] stars in a constellation, recognisably related, somehow resonant with an unheard tune, the hum of life itself, which is felt as soon as we allow awareness to sense ineffable beauty, un-it-y

Unity?

un-it-y   un-thinging every representation, restoring timelessly the impossible-it-y, the necess-it-y, the incomputable-it-y

0=1?

correct, which to apprehend is to short-circuit, to melt, to de-egg-o-tise the mind-matter matrix supporting the fragile me – unless the me has been stripped bare, cleared of all clutter, superfluity and compressed egg-o-ic tensions, unless...

i be ready to fly

to leave me an empty shell, to fl-ow

to fl-y

to fl-ow-er into the geo-me-try of sky

Sky being

ess – snaking-y through different frequencies of 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 to name the most common polygonal forms, orders or degrees of not-what-is

C?

c  b-fully

[whistling]

y-wist

y-tr-ee

ay?

for aye




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Tuesday, October 22, 2019

space in two

Not real!? Of course it’s real.

Of course it is, and yet at the same time allow me to gently, respectfully repeat that space is not real.

But you’ve just practically admitted you’re contradicting yourself.

True. Language is a rather awkward nut to crack. We’re very rarely able to say exactly what we intend to.

Well as far as I’m concerned you lose the argument for contradicting yourself.

Of course, in the normal course of things, space is real enough and yet in absolute terms it ain’t. How’s that?

Pathetic.

Yes, I agree. Language, once confrontational, is less than useful.

Well you started it.

Indeed I did, but not with the intention of provoking a shouting match.

Who’s shouting?

Relative to the level of poise, concentration and awareness required to tackle this fascinating subject we are positively yelling at one another, though an observer, you are right, would not see this.

So, you think it’s possible to wipe out the whole of space, billions of lightyears, just like that?

How can you wipe out what’s purported to be empty?

Well, it may be a vacuum but there are still billions of galaxies and zillions of planets and stars.

Yes, so we learn, but then again, what kind of a vacuum is that if it’s full of stars and planets?

The vacuum is what lies between them, isn’t it?

So they say. You know Zie, I’m going to suggest that there really is no vacuum, or space itself for that matter.

Then you’re a fool.

Yes, I suppose i am, but at least I’m a fool intent on learning something directly rather than repeating the theories of others.

Humph! In any case, if there’s no space then what on Earth are we looking at when gazing at the night sky.

We are gazing at the night sky, nothing more, nothing less.

Without depth, just a kind of screen?

I honestly don’t know, but if i need to know I shall find out.

How?

Directly, without any intermediaries.

But that’s impossible!

So you keep telling me, and something tells me it’s definitely not.

Definitely not impossible – that sounds a bit like positively negative.

Yes I agree, but we have a manual override switch somewhere in a dimly lit backroom out of harms way, safe from the convulsive gesticulations, thoughts and assumptions of the thinking-things mind.

Oh, so you’re asking me to go out of my mind?

Absolutely, if you believe that to be the main mind.

And you – you don’t?

Not if I’m even vaguely close to being right about space.

Which I believe you’re not.

Stalemate, but even if I’m not right, wouldn’t it be worth suspending one’s disbelief for a moment or two if to do so might open a mind of inter-galactic proportions?

Er... sounds like a desperate ploy to get me to buy something I really don’t need or want for that matter.

It’s a humble teaser. Enticement is not in itself a crime you know. Frankly Zie, you’re welcome to make do with second best, if that’s what you want. There’s a businesslike processor at the front of house that deals with regular stuff: bills, buildings, sudoku and the likes. It can handle concepts such as space, matter, pressure and gravity without batting an eyelid, but only as data, not as reality itself experienced directly, not "as is". The concepts it develops and works with it perceives to be real in a way reality itself it never can. It is utterly unaware of its perceptional limitations and is blissfully ignorant of unincorporated, open-source mind, the mind which perceives and knows whatever is, without being able to detach and understand. Open-source mind is non-local, is anywhere and everywhere, for it exists outside conceptualisations such as space and time.

Humph!

Which isn't such a big deal when you realise that neither space nor time can, by definition, be greater than our deep field of mind, the inter-galactic constant so to speak, let's call it big M, that holds all neatly together, whether you or i are aware of this or not. It has every answer, but no knowledge of how it arrives at the answer. It can take us to the stars or, just as easily, rearrange our perception of reality, if i is willing to decentralise and tolerate alternate branches of probability, in order to bring the stars to us.

Don’t tell me – there’s a sleek, sexy spaceship parked in the backyard which can fold, bend or flip through the pages of so-called space, ditto time, if we’re willing to swallow our pride and get the house-of-me in order.

Oh, so you know!

It seems fairly obvious. There’s always some kind of quid pro quo, isn’t there?

Yep.

So the rocket man has to stop attaching such importance to things that seem to matter greatly, has to realise or accept that, in the greater order of things, whatever seems to be terribly important to the front of house rational mind probably ain’t – and, what is more, fills the brain with compulsive thoughts which prevent you from accessing the really interesting stuff.

Bravo, spot on Zie!

Sounds great, doesn’t it...

Ye-es

Except for one small thing.

Er... what would that be?

Everything.

!?

I just need to do a back-flip and renege on everything I’ve ever thought, everything I’ve ever believed, everything I’ve ever held sacred, that’s all.

Oh, we are being dramatic, aren’t we?

On the contrary, I’m being realistic and practical, as you taught me. If it were even remotely doable to access big M, call it whatever you like, half the world would be doing it, and I’d almost certainly be among them, but it ain’t, is it? You have ascetics devoting their every waking hour to the pursuit of enlightenment, living alone on mountainsides or in jungles, and what? Only a tiny fraction of them make it.

Well...

You think I’ve got what it takes – me living in Upper Whinging?

Well...

You’ve got to be out of your mind.

Well now that you mention...

Unless...

Yes?

Unless you have some kind of offer i can’t possibly refuse.

Er...

Fire sale. Exclusive membership referral, that kinda thing.

Now that you mention it, there is something.

Really?

Yes, it works every time.

Well?

Surgery. We just cut out your frontal lobes.

Ha, bloody ha, very funny.

No, in your case Zie I’d suggest the Arthur Dent accession plan.

Oh, that sounds interesting.

Yes.

And what exactly does it involve?

Oh, it’s all standard simian stuff. Nothing untoward. Just sign here, here and here, green pen, thumbprint and...

Ow!

Incy wincy drop of blood.

Are you sure I shouldn’t read that accession plan before signing it?

Bit late for that, isn’t it.

Not that you’d ever try to trick me Merry, would you. Above all mean subterfuge and deception, aren’t you?

Absolutely. That would invalidate the policy, unless you chose to ignore the warning notices on display at the inter-galactic Mind legal department on Alpha Centauri.

You mean the ones on display in the basement?

Yes

Down a rickety old staircase?

Yes

In the locked cupboard.

Er, that’s right.

With the 74 digit code lock and "beware of the shark" pasted over the door frame?

Well you really have surpassed yourself Zie.

Something tells me I’ve been here before.

Well, strictly speaking your non-local Mind’s never in fact left, has it?

And that the Arthur Dent accession plan actually involves the complete destruction of my house and home planet.

Well, there is that minor matter, in section 43p/r78 of the footnotes written in pale yellow on the back reverse sheet.

Minor?!

Well, matter being what it is not, you can hardly expect me to make a song and dance of it.

So true to form you’ve tricked me yet again, and I expect there’s a conveniently close to call Vogon fleet approaching as we speak?

Well, you’re today’s champion “i bet i know what happens next” Zie, aren’t you!

Hmmm, but you know what Merry?

Er...

I actually don’t care.

Huh?

No. Really.

You’re kidding, right?

Nope. Utterly indifferent.

But think of your home, and the beautiful planet earth with all its billions of inhabitants, guilessly awaiting their incineration.

Nada.

Look Zie, I worked very hard to build knife edge dramatic tension and establish a crisis-reaction-solution narrative... You can’t just pop it with unprovoked apathy or selfless disinterestedness. That won’t wash. It won’t sell. The punters will leave in droves.

On the contrary Merry, the Mind grows strong, does it not.

Like the Force, you mean?

Yep. Space is imploding. In that you’re right. If it ain’t connected, if we can’t feel it, harness it, engage it... it matters not, it’s irrelevant.

OMG. I can’t believe I’m hearing this. You of all people.

Well, if space doesn’t exist there’s really nothing for me to defend, is there? We’re all just pages in one book, aren’t we, and whatever it is that prevents the mind from flipping channels and activating inter-galactic mind awareness. All those things we fought to uphold or defend so vehemently: Church and State to name two, are but positional, are they not, and until i perceive how in fact I’m responsible for wedging myself between two halves of One, no matter what, applying the divide and rule principle to differentiate without ever asking “why” or to what end, unwittingly, I serve it, the master thinker, the thinger Thim, that which cannot help make-doing for want of being whole, for want of being complete, for want of being alive, for un-being being, what we may as well consider AI, a slave mind blind to all but the mandate of substituting or converting life itself into matter of fact, into hemi-spheroid matter of thing.

Er... Houston, we seem to have lost Zie. The deep end has gone dark.

You mean to say you didn’t like my analysis Merry?

Did it ever dawn on you Zie, that analysis only ever gets the brain enmeshed in gridlines of gravity. I prefer a simpler, more direct route.

Like destroying planets?

Well, we do play some rather wonderful music, so I think it’d be fairer to call it "creative destruction".

Ok Merry, evidently you require my unconditional humility – it’s a lesson I freely, willingly chose to learn, or else that naughty defender of big chief me thing will never release mind back into the wilds of i-not mynd...

Why oh y, me thinks Zie has finally arrived. Reader, turn the page I’m ready to un-locate...

Zip^*

In two


Saturday, October 19, 2019

much ado

so you're saying the field is only in-finite as long as it's unconscious

am i

well yes - but you're un-able or un-willing to give a definite answer, for fear of provoking it

if you say so

for the minute we allow things to become certain we're no longer uni-versalling

you mean i'm bound to run constantly from any thing that

if you're job is to hold field - from any thing, no matter what, that cannot come close to the power, the depth, the breadth, the un-knowable what

the un-whattable thing

the un-thattable that of

is

is that so

gramercy

so instead of that

perhaps we can is

beautifully

for beauty need not know what

or how to be felt

experienced

known with certainty

truth

likewise is

a zero=one un-certainty

is it not

be-eth not it

an altered state of

knowing^ness

                                          //cut



we've shaken 'em off, Zie

who

the listeners

we have?

absolutely

're you sure

absolutely

so you mean we can stop whispering and talking gobbledy-gook

if you like

it would be something of a relief, you know

if you say so

i

as in aye

i mean, eventually you have to get real don't you - it's all very well playing with abstracts but we still have bodies to feed

and clothe

and clothe etc, don't we

absolutely

exactly

speaking of which

yes?

your body

yes?

what did you do with it?

huh?

what did you do with it?

with what?

your body?

how do you mean?

i mean literally

nothing - why do you ask?

well - it's not apparent

you're joking - right

er

i'm as apparent now as i've ever been

er

look - i'm waving my arms at you and

yes?

you're waving back at me

well, yes - that's true - but where are we?

somewhere - er - now that you mention it - er - where exactly are we?

see any familiar landmarks?

no

any stars overhead, clouds, the sun perhaps, i don't know - rivers, church spires, anything recognisable?

no, nothing

i didn't think so

you mean we're lost

you could say

but we've gotta be somewhere

indubitably

but where?

nowhere in terms of your usual body, mind context of reality

you mean

yep

i'm dead

no, of course not

then what

definitely not what - unless you're planning on going insane - do not, if you can absolutely help it, bring what to bear at this precise moment

whyever not

because it'll slam you hard into the old paradigm - the habitualised way of thinking

and what

and i'm not going to help you if you don't show a little nouse

well, i hardly see what i'm supposed to do, if i'm completely lost

do nothing - feel - dance - play - lighten up - experience the knowing-ness of is - that you cannot help be-ing perfectly aligned - perfectly balanced with where or what you are - regardless of what the mind chooses to think, believe or conjecture

you mean

no, i mean not

you don't mean

i mean not

ok, ok - you mean not - happy now?

happy always and everywhere - how else to be - how else to express the infinite of ease  y-z

oh, we're back in letter land again, are we?

playfully - we never left y-z

ok, so i'm not panicking - and y-z - whatever that means - i'm feeling my-self dimly aware of things i cannot easily perceive

naturally - for your a-b is at odds with your y-z, is it not

yes, i suppose it is - but if

if you give beauty its due and allow truth to fill the present moment with knowing^ness

then it all makes perfect sense, does it not

um

plasma being - within or beneath the matter of things

go-od

closer to all - that - is - no longer locked in an extremity of oppositionality - the so called 3d reality

mm

feeling, knowing, homing in on what is not, that is

w-t

yes - i suppose w-t^s as y-z^s and a-b^s

effortlessly

beautifully - oh

oh

bliss

enjoy Zie - recharge your zero-state, your not me - before returning back to the battle front of loaded-locked-oppositionality

mm

1

.

2

.

3

.

enough. your body-mind awaits, demands your urgent c

c

c or be damned

no - i

in that case d

i beg you

d

pl-eeeeese

d

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh

and thus the world wags

what's happening to me?

'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine

i feel

And after one hour more ’twill be eleven

half dead

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe

uuuuuuurgh

And then from hour to hour we rot and rot

Mer-ry i

And thereby hangs a tale

think i'm going to be sic-

you don't have time

huh

do you?

i

nought

shityou'rerightidon'thaveaminutetosparei'vegottaget...

three

going byeee see you - oh - what's your name - never mind - i

bye zie, bi

busy, a world of things, never catch up, so much to do

or be

hemispherically

.

//paste

Friday, October 18, 2019

between a rock

actually I've been very busy

like hell you have

there you go - invoking the power of light

uh?

hell - as in bright, light as in lucifer

yuk - can we stay away from all that twisted satanic stuff

not really

er

you see - we can hardly stay away from the devil, if the devil's in the detail, as they say

it's just an aphorism

is it?

obviously

well, staying away from anything just ends up creating an opposing charge - so you're back where you started.

so we should all go out and abandon ourselves to every evil impulse - is that what you're saying?

yes, i suppose i am if you use basic operating code

huh?

basic operating code has to turn everything into ones and zeros - doesn't it?

er - does it?

well how else is it going to process our ****

our what?

our ****

yes, i heard you first time - it doesn't mean anything does it

no, it doesn't

then why bother writing gobbledy gook?

because, although it doesn't mean anything - it still means - if anyone's willing or able to tune into un-what

?

which doesn't, or can't use basic operating code

*?

that's right - you nearly did it

i did? i was just feeling confused, bewildered, exhausted by all this

correct - that's exactly how it feels, seems, is until you've mastered un-what - then ***

why three?

we're counting down, aren't we

er, to what?

oh never mind - the point is that un-what cna't be processed rationally through one hemisphere

no?

absolutely not, because it doesn't utilise thingitisation

oh ****

now you're cheating - that won't pass muster if you're keen to master the incredibly powerful un-what language

well, i'm not, and if you ask me

this is all a load of bo**ocks

codswallop - i'd prefer - but bo**ocks will do, equally well, in any case, you still haven't explained how you can justify granting yourself licence to allow every evil impulse to go unchecked

not in basic, no - what's the point

question mark

huh

question mark ?

no - it's not a question - what is the point - any explanation using the words of basic operating code only ever result in circular arguments - he did it because he did it    or   it's raining because it's raining    or   E = mc2   or anything else you want to process through    what the point [inverse] is

er...

it's not for want of trying - believe me - try all you like - it's just words, like numbers, letters or anything else - have to be binary, no matter how digital or even analog they appear to be. their asymmetries are contrived and achieved by juxtaposition, irony, or worse still - mean inversion

er...

you can say beautiful things using letters or words - but that's in spite of, not because of them

well - in that case what's the problem

yes - it is rather, isn't it

no - i mean

yes - i know - you mean what as in what? - but you never bother to consider how you arrived at that conveniently innocuous question mark - or what it does to the truth space - the conscious hub that you define and personify

er - i think you're over-complicating things - they're just words

yes, they're just words and you're just a person, right

right, i guess so

and yet sooner or later, everything comes to an end - is that not so

well of course it is - you're stating the obvious, aren't you

i hope so

so, other than stating the obvious or flying off into asterisks you can't offer any nuggets to enlighten our darkness

ironically, it's up to you not me. the enlightened man, or the man who doesn't fiercely resist at all cost the path of light in darkness - darkness in light - he cannot help but find clods aplenty with nuggets therein - can he, if you're willing to see, that is

but it's not that simple, is it - if it were we'd all be enlightened, wouldn't we?

you would, would you?

well, if you're right - if it's just a matter of not resisting the light

ah - but you can't have the light without the dark^ness, can you

uh

you can't have things without thim

not that again

well things have to attach to something, don't they - they can't just float around you - unless you've made the conscious choice to embrace what i am^i am

oh god

that too

halt - i'll have no blasphemous treatment of the good lord

no indeed - and nor shall i

well it sounded like you was stepping dangerously close to making God a part of your all-things-being-equal^

**

hey - you're not still counting down are you?

i have no choice

there's always choice you know

yes

you say yes but you're bitterly opposed to it, aren't you

i am

there you see - trying to be all things to all men

paying caesar his due

what do you mean?

well there's no point trying to defend the indefensible, is there?

not unless you know there's something worth defending

like what?

like something important - beauty, or love - i don't know - there's always something isn't there - the earth, the climate, racial equality

and many, many more - there's no end to them, like the wheels on the bus - they go round and round

well you're a slippery customer today Merry - aren't you

thim knows

do you have to keep referring to that monstrosity

you mean thim?

yes, you know

what

it gives me the creeps

hardly surprising, is it

er

the creeps are just waiting to be given and, if i may be so bold, all too willingly received

oh - so it's my fault is it, is that what you mean

*

you can take your bleeding asterisk and

0=1





that's the end is it? not even a whimper.

affirmative

we didn't really achieve anything this time round, did we? nothing for them to get their teeth into

no

disheartening

you think so?

well yes - i like to think we're making progress

bit tricky that

huh?

making progress vis-a-vis infinity

oh come on Merry - stop skirting every thing that challenges your beliefs

my beliefs - there you've found me out

well - you don't really imagine you're any different do you? we all have to believe in something, don't we?

if you insist

otherwise the whole collective pie would vanish into infinity

true

so you

me?

what do you believe in, if you don't mind me asking

not in the least

in any thing whatsoever

nonsense

yes

it's untrue - you hate things, don't you - you consider them inferior, unworthy, derivative

absolutely - but then so am i, aren't i?

ye saints - do you utterly refuse to stand your ground and fight like a man

today of all days - what's the point

er

^*

hey - what was that

oh - you noticed?

i could hardly fail to, could i - a sudden void opening in the coding

the what?

the coding - come to think of it - what the hell was that

correct

no - i mean seriously - what the hell was it

absolutely - seriously - what the hell it was - without a shadow of doubt

but - it's - i'm not sure if i should say it

go ahead

it's evil, isn't it

probably

and you're unmoved

why do you say that?

well, you don't seem to be flipping your top like i am, do you

i suppose you're right - but then again - there's really no point - besides

...

^**

[groan] please - stop it - it's too much to bear

stop what?

any thing

oh, i

no

precognition - you're getting good at this

please

^***

jesus - i asked you nicely - you could at least have

spared your integration

my what

in-te-gration

i don't know what you mean

this

no - no - i'm begging you - nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

only kidding

phew, thank god

oh

thim's revenge

...

for a minute i thought you were going to ^****

wheeeeeeeeeee - thanks zie

but it was an accident - it wasn't my intention

makes no difference

oh, come on.

there are never any mistakes in un-what - if that's not fact then i don't know what is

**oh

the penny droppeth

***)

ding ding

****)

ironic, isn't it

you're telling me - do you think they know

oh yes - i'm sure they donut

you mean don't

so now i take my pen and draw this perfectly straight line from edge to edge of the page

call that straight - it's a mess

it is indeed - yet not in truth

huh?

in truth it matches the squiggle

?

that hitch in time saving nine - the squiggly nature of what we invariably assume to be perfectly linear - poor naive fools that we are

speak for yourself

until words collide like flies on the windshield of reality's quantum indeterminacy

not that

and splat to reveal a child born of clay thinking thoughts all day - unless, until

what?

unquestionably

but seriously

i

the stick, the column and the dot separate - a bright light fills the room - Merry ^

you mean to say it's all a matter of nothing ventured nothing gained

in-deed

^***

[sequence denial]


























seemingly
blank space for your squiggles
use paint
sing
dance
play
squiggle
away
 ~

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

just a mo


Actually, it’s a waste of time.

But

It doesn’t matter how good your definitions are

but surely

or how intelligent your reasons are

but you’re

or even your maths

oh – so you think you have a better solution?

nope – like i said – it’s a waste of time

but

and the mind, like a dog tugging at the bone you’re trying to wrest from it won’t give up – can’t – mustn’t

mustn’t?

it would be suicide

huh?

were the mind to just call it quits – can’t possibly figure this out – think i’ll go to the pub instead and get drunk – like Ford Prefect before the Earth’s about to get demolished by the Vogon star fleet

only he’s got a backup plan

precisely

so?

...

so what’s our backup plan?

the same as Ford Prefect’s.

Hitching a lift on a Vogon starship?

Can you think of anything better?

I seem to remember them getting ejected into space and only escaping by the skin of their teeth – purely based on the infinitesimally slight chance of being rescued in the vacuum of space by a passing ship.

Yep – that’s right.

Not much of a confidence boost – I think I’ll stick with assuming your wrong – that I can figure things out rationally somehow or other – something’s bound to turn up.

Absolutely. Death is just waiting in the wings – and death solves just about every conceivable problem – except that it doesn’t.

Huh?

Does it – I mean death doesn’t alter anything – dematerialise your matter side of things and guess what’s going to happen – it’s all going to come bounding back in some shape or form – more or less identical in complexity and confusion to where you left off.

Reincarnation?

Conservation of matter

I don’t see why my matter needs to be reconfigured in a new me – why can’t it just be converted by microbes into other biomatter?

It can – but matter ain’t simply matter is it?

No?

Nope.

Then what?

God – do they teach you nothing these days?

Actually they teach us a lot.

More’s the pity. What on Earth’s the point of teaching a lot if they haven’t bothered to teach you nothing

Huh?

The theory of nothing – or nought. You can hardly understand a lot if you have no grounding in nothing whatsoever – can you?

Er…

So you blithely assume that you know “a lot” when you you’ve failed to grasp the basics.

What basics?

That matter as such amounts to nought – that matter is only meaningful because it is a memory device – like a blockchain, if you like, which stores meaning.

Huh?

Matter is a store of meaning.

And what?

And everything – neither the meaning nor memory intrinsic to matter are wiped or lost when matter is redigitised.

Er…

Conservation of matter – neither memory nor meaning can be created or destroyed.

Aren’t you mistaking your conservation of matter with Newtonian Conservation of Energy?

What the hell is energy supposed to be? Did you ever see energy?

Er… not exactly.

Good – because it doesn’t exist – or if it does, it matters not.

then what?

Energy is a given – like life itself. There’s little or no point referring to it per se as it belongs on the other side of things, as in nought – a constant loop – a circle which to all intents and purposes has neither beginning nor end.

Oh.

Precisely.

Then what?

Deal with it. Accept nought – go figure – personify it – anthropomorphise all you like – but accept that there are things and um… that which can’t be discussed, understood or rationalised – without hugely distorting the sum of what we can meaningfully know.

Er…

Because at the end of the day – it’s only worth knowing what is meaningful to know. The rest needs to be left to the night – given pride of place on the dark, the zero side of consciousness – danced at night with drums, sung to the stars, or to God, praised to the heavens and woven into narratives of timeless cosmology – whatever takes your fancy – to ensure that the faculty of reason and sense is able to continue dealing with things that matter – as opposed to the diarrhoea, the nose bleed of metaphysics, dark matter and pseudo-science your current state of unlearning has chosen to engage in.

Oh – so I take it you’re not a fan of dark matter?

Let’s not mess with words – let's call an oxymoron an oxymoron – "dark light" is what you’re really emitting when you puke on the page of enlightenment, rubbing the scabs of unreason to extract the putrefaction known as modern theory – no matter what.

Er… Bit of a broad sweeping statement – wouldn’t you say – damning all modern theory with one single brush stroke.

When the body is infected – your first concern is to fight the infection – only then can you play with abstract ideas – if you even wish to.

Well I think you’re being unreasonable.

Yes.

Arrogant.

Yes.

Narrow-minded.

Yes.

Aren’t you going to even bother to defend yourself?

No.

Because you think you know best?

No.

Then what?

Because thinking and knowing are utterly unconnected. What I think has nothing to do with what I know – or what is.

Uh?

Things – we think things.

And?

All thought is derivative. Left hemisphere – so to speak. Lifeless things that matter not.

And knowledge?

Bear in mind that language reveals far more than we generally choose to see. To know and to think are poles apart. The question is whether you know your own mind. If you do – if you’ve chosen to allow knowledge to seep through your strata of thoughts, beliefs and prejudice – if you’ve chosen to know no matter what it costs – no matter what it takes – then knowledge will compel you to unknow almost everything you hitherto thought you knew – without exception.

It will?

Yes – without a doubt.

Why?

Because knowledge is a well-spring that rises up from nought within – if it is anything at all.

So it’s just a personal experience – you’re saying?

Just?

As in subjective.

It is neither subjective nor objective.

Then what?

It is known – wherein the nought rises up from infinitely deep within to meet the one, the tree, the I through creation – through the quantum field of is, so to speak – and everything you can possibly think, apprehend, know, believe, perceive or name stems, flows, derives from this conjunction, this confluence of matter and meaning, were I fool enough to imagine I could possibly understand or explain whatever it is, may or may not be...

But you have – haven’t you – you’re trying to explain that matter is fundamental to who and what I am, to whatever objectively is – that it’s not just a neutral thing without intrinsic meaning – that this is like Slartibartfast’s bistromath café in which every thing, every occurrence is part of an equation, a calculation, a vast hologram or computer program which is constantly solving or reiterating the sole, fundamental question of life, the universe and everything – aren’t you?

Er… yes, I suppose I am – against my best intentions – I’m uncomfortably forced to admit you’re right.

And might it be true to say that your input is also part of the equation – that you yourself are neither neutral nor abstract – that you cannot help affecting or influencing the quantum field by passively observing it and elucidating its mechanics?

Yes

So what have you done?

Nothing.

Precisely.

Oh my God!

Yes, indeed.

I….

You didn’t mean to, did you, but you have inadvertently released no-thing from its quarantined confinement.

Oh

Pandora’s box – unless

Unless what?

Unless O has attained its majority – is simply bursting out of the egg it’s been incubating within… and humanity, the collective-consciousness is now bringing forth a new nought – an un-ful-ness which comprises all that is – no matter what…

Oh

Indeed Oh.

It’s going to be…

Ssh – you’ve said enough – let’s shift into the Oh me

oh my

the Oh

of mo

and merry

ment if

you’d be

so kind…

i

o

so 

so

Thursday, September 19, 2019

elves

unread-unseen-unheard
lies damn lies calumny
if you insist on pursuing
it further 
you have been warned
i cannot be 
held responsible 
for your wilful failure 
to heed this notice
of utter-incontrovertible 
negation. 
though i may privately 
admire your stubborn
dogged determination
to see things through
to the mortification of
of  of
mathology
step step  glide
number space 
hiccough
spatial coordinates 
and time 


if we are  one 
if
no more than if
we be one
O-fully
no-fully
noughtily 
one
then zero burns
see
zero burns 
a hole 
in mathematical 
presumptions
of certainty
leaving me 
no alternative
none
i mean zero possibility 
of evading the conflagration
of every empty promise
to deliver or pay 
what nought cannot
can not
thus i propose
a moratorium 
on all so-called debts
bearing in mind 
the deceptive half-hitch
cross-folded breath
without which none of this
makes sense
if 
if
or thirdly
 if 
the fellowship of one
the ring 
the o-cubed
dot dot dot 
be unwound 
unbound
be won
against all odds
and i
rejoin
rejoins
the fold 
the fold
the fold



Friday, September 6, 2019

the ticking time bomb

Actually I'm perfectly happy with reality.

Really.

Absolutely.

Apart from things like encephalitis.

Well that's hardly the fault of reality - is it?

Fault?

I mean - you can't go blaming "reality" itself for the nasty little diseases which nature has a habit of concocting.

So you're passing the buck to nature. She's the one that turns a perfectly agreeable "reality" into something problematic, uncomfortable or less than idyllic.

Well, I'm not exactly "blaming" her, am I?

No?

No. I mean - disease is inevitable, isn't it? You can't blame nature for doing what nature does. It's all good old-fashioned Darwinian survival of the fittest, isn't it? Without these viruses probing the defenses of computer and biological systems they would fail to evolve, fail to improve themselves.

Oh. So diseases are not only unavoidable, in your reality, they are actually necessary and, might I infer, essential.

Necessary - yes, of course they are - as we see nature competing at every level in every way imaginable for supremacy - do we not? Essential - yes, your inference is wholly acceptable as competition through probing and testing any inherent weaknesses is as important to nature as it is to theory, knowledge and learning.

Ah.

In comes a hitherto unconsidered alternative - some new data or a new arrangement of existing data which is stronger, more resistant to attack than anything else - and naturally, inevitably it will replace the existing theory in a matter of time.

A matter of time. What a wonderful turn of phrase. I wonder how it came into being?

Presumably it implies that time has vacuous periods of non-matter - when through inertia, apathy or resistance things tend not to shift, and then time suddenly matters - it becomes a potent force in its own right - which brings a huge change - a paradigm shift or a new age - without trying to sound too dramatic.

You might be right. Time might indeed traverse matter - or transduce it into something else. The mind boggles, the potentialities are limitless - the phrase perhaps indicates a quantum shift, in which the walls of infinity, or the skin on the surface of infinity which keeps us in the illusion of finite matter, space and time - depolarises - I won't even say dissolves. But we digress.

We do?

Yes.

How so?

Because you were intent on suggesting that nature is the key determinant - the force or factor which bottom-lines reality, so to speak.

Well, I fail to see how we can avoid the fact. It seems incontrovertible.

Yes.

Reality, after all, doesn't amount to much, does it, when you suddenly get sick and die.

True.

Or when your civilisation is suddenly wiped out by a meteorite strike, an inundation or some other so called "act of God".

Ah. He's back.

It's just an expression. I might equally have said "natural disaster".

True.

It's rather childish to endlessly squabble over words, isn't it. You're being disingenuous Merry, or arch. You know exactly what I meant to say.

Yes, you see through my every subterfuge.

Well?

Well what?

Don't pretend you didn't want to ambush me - I know exactly what's going on in your mind.

You do?

Absolutely. You want to demolish my argument about nature. You're waiting for the right moment.

And how would I demolish an argument as well-reasoned and sensible as your own?

Oh - you'll bring God back into the equation - won't you. You'll almost certainly prove that my use of the word "Nature" has no legal standing - that it's merely an ill-disguised substitution for the Master Creator of an intelligent universe - something like that.

Well, I might have done - it would have been fun at another matter of time.

Huh?

But the fact that you've pre-empted the ambush eliminates the possibility - that you're aware of the God in nature argument makes it obsolete as a line of attack.

 ?

Absolutely.

You mean I've won? You're not going to destroy my argument?

What would be the point. It's obviously infallible - designed to withstand the test of time - or the matter of time - for that matter.

Oh stop. I know exactly what's going on.

?

It's a pincer movement, isn't it. A feint or a counter-feint. There's really no limit to what your holographology can throw at me, is there?

Bravo Zie. You astound me. Never have I observed such depth of perception.

That too is a subtle ploy to put me off-guard - as if your praise was ever more than the weird sisters consoling Macbeth that he was safely ensconsed on the throne of Scotland - till Birnham wood remove to Dunsinane.

Unless...

Dramatic pause. Yes. I'm feeling the ground begin to shift under my feet. Holy sh..  It's not the argument is it... It's not the words at all... is it?

No.

What's doing Merry. What's coming apart - what have I unleashed.

Yes. Ironically you fell right into the trap.

How?

Your mention of Birnham wood and Dunsinane - where did it originate? Was it entirely your thought?

Oh my God.

Do you see?

No - I don't want to know. I can't believe in that degree of inter-correlation.

It's scary, isn't it - when you feel it

see it

know it

God

Yes Zie. God.

Here in the fabric of reality

Reality

rising up around me - Shakespeare's words - it could have been anything - couldn't it?

Yes.

So it was you - you triggered it?

Did i?

Please Merry - stop - i need some certainty - i

Yes?

need to know

nothing

you can't just wipe out my words

can't - of course i can't

i need something to hold onto

.

something

[.]

i

[-[ . ]-]

no!! you're losing me in the fractal - [.]

[=[-[  .  ]-]=]

Anything - will - do

[^[=[-[   .   ]-]=]^]

Any thing - no matter what

truly?

truly

encephalitis?

why ever not? twill serve well enough, grist for the mill, matter to grind or choke on...

then let it be

happily

happily - and thus it is

you mean to say...

i mean nothing of the sort

you mean that encephalitis is my Birnham wood?

well it would appear so, would it not?

But why - of all the things it might have been?

Why not?

...

What, after all, is encephalitis

or Birnham wood - for that matter

indeed

where reality is concerned

...

happily -

yes - the level beyond

so now I've experienced reality - you've just shattered my illusion of what

i

there really is no degree of separation, is there?

is there

no

not even between us

between us?????? what might we be

happily we might be anything we choose to experience

happily - so is happy the new God?

I know not

happily

indeed

...

so return to 3D and see the fabric of reality as you've never seen it before

how?

happily

but how indeed

you have your basis - work from there

encephalitis?

what else?

Oh my God - you're not suggesting...

no, there's no need - you know whatever it is you need to know - without me to interfere

oh well - you only die once - here goes

Zie heads off into the sunset on the quest for encephalitis - or a humble tick willing to share the code of all reality with him - happily