Algernon's face

You mean it’s a waste of time writing it down?

Yep.

But how else are we going to learn?

How else? You seem to think writing’s the only way to connect with others.

It’s the only way I understand.

Is that so?

And it’s the only way I can make a living.

Make a living? Is that what you call this?

Well, I make something, don’t I.

…

It’s not exactly mainstream.

…

A niche market’s how I think of it.

…

Well, what exactly are you proposing? I’d like to know how it could be an improvement on the current situation.

I’d like to know how it could be worse.

So far I’m just hearing snide comments and nothing constructive. I’m not proud of my poverty, you know, but it doesn’t really bother me. I ask for little – just as long as I can keep working on the Field.

How noble – but this nobility of yours conceals an intellectual snobbery, doesn’t it – which perversely grows stronger the greater the hardships you endure.

I don’t look down on anyone.

But you see yourself at the top of a high pyramid of academic endeavour – above even the scientists and Greek philosophers – for you are mapping reality – is that not so? The pursuit of fundamental knowledge.

Someone has to do it.

Yes, but how can they do it if they’re forever desperate to publish something – an official record of things learnt, things discovered?

I fail to see what you have against me sharing my findings with other scientists in the field.

You fail to see? Makes sense – perfect sense. How could you possibly see the wood from the trees, Algernon.

Algernon? Is that what you call me?

It’ll do as well as any other name. It’s your name for today’s discussion.

Ha.

So, publishing your findings – how does that affect the scientific process? Have you given that any thought?

I don’t consider it significant.

Do you not?

No. It’s just an update. Most the thought and research happens on the side, away from the written word.

…

And then I just make my report.

…

Look – I need the discipline of putting pen to paper, so to speak. I can’t just meditate or twiddle my thumbs and keep things moving forwards in isolation. I need an audience. I need to put out words to see how the Field responds. I  don’t see what’s wrong with that.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. The Field’s never going to open up fully, it’s never going to reveal its secrets if you’re forever running off to write reports, posing for publicity rather than connecting directly through the Field itself to all men and women willing to hear, to feel, to know what’s happening.

But how can they?

What?

Hear?

How can they not, if the Field’s for real, if you’re willing to put your life where your mouth is...

My life?

How else? To interface, no less. It ain’t a Sunday stroll in the park, is it? It’s all or nought. Otherwise you’re just playing around, observing without taking the plunge, without commitment.

Er... not sure I like the idea of throwing myself at the mercy of an utterly abstract, utterly impersonal field, with nothing in reserve, no plan b to fall back on, nothing...

Of course you don’t. Why should you?

Uh?

You’re not doing this because you like it, are you.

I thought...

You doing it because it’s the only viable, meaningful alternative, if we can even call it that.

But...

Suppose you fail to interface, standing on the pool’s edge, dithering uncertainly...

Well?

See the time fuse? It’s burning down towards you, isn’t it? You do see, don’t you.

Well, kinda.

And observe the carefully concealed wires and zero-one suppressors around the sim-suit reality your 3D amounts to.

Oh, that’s what they are.

You bet. They give you a good enough approximation of reality, but never a clear zero or one, as either would overload the system and collapse the virtualisation of the Field.

Shit, you’re right.

Zero and one – these ain’t just numbers bro.

No?

Hell no, they go all the way.

All the way where exactly.

Where do you think?

I really don’t know.

Wherever your precious 3D numbers, concepts and so-called statements of fact fail to go.

Which is – if you don’t mind me asking?

Ask all you like – the answer is utterly meaningless unless or until you decide to take the plunge – to engage infinity drive

er…

to interface.

I think you’re being somewhat dogmatic about this.

Yes.

Maybe you could try my limited intelligence – I might possibly be able to grasp whatever it is you’re referring to.

Of course you’d be able to grasp whatever it were – were it whatever, in any size, shape or form.

But it has to be something, doesn’t it, otherwise how would you be able to know what you’re talking about.

I don’t.

You don’t?

No, not in the slightest.

Then… this is all your idea of a joke?

How on earth can you explain or translate into words what simply does not, cannot have anything like a beginning or end – which emerges from the infinite, and though seemingly finite, when push comes to shove, is indistinguishable from the Field from which it originates – under close scrutiny revealing nothing more than zeros or ones, zero or one, zero-one, zero if one be not, one if zero is, words for fools, numbers for blithering idiots, concepts and ideas galore, without beginning or end revealing nothing more than the inner walls of the mind that grapples valiantly with everything but infinity, everything but the simple truth it cannot encompass – the Field it has to ignore, avoid, spurn or else lose all traction, lose all reference points, lose all sense of what is and what is not – without which it can do naught

So there be dragons – the edge of the world – you’re saying – is the edge of mind – beyond which we can not go without embracing your precious, uncontainable, apparently suicidal Field.

Suicidal? Your fuse is burning down even as we talk. If you miss the opportunity to re-engage – scratching around instead in the cultural mud of material reality – what can you hope to achieve – other than stimulating endless introspective discourse on whether things are actually what they seem – rather than diving in and zero-one-ing so-called things, in other words – accessing the isness of be – rather than twiddling nobs on a mock-up of reality.

Well, talk about bias – you’re so ready to disparage 3D reality – as if it amounts to naught, as if seven billion people are just place keepers in a game of musical chairs – but there’s more to life – infinitely more than your overweening quest for fundamental truth or knowledge – your obsession with escaping into a purer or grander domain than the flawed and fallible human condition – in which yes, we’re all going to die, and no, we don’t have many answers, but where the soul can, in fact, triumph against adversity, and love, whatever that might be, can transcend all our material limitations.

Beautiful. I couldn’t fail to agree with what you so eloquently said.

Then how do you justify your obsession with busting the matrix and interfacing this quantum Field?

Sooner or later a Bilbo Baggins has to quit the Shire and head off in search of treasure.

Why? How can you be so sure?

We are, like it or not, beings of story – living masters of myth, desperately trying to pretend we’re just the mask we wear, and not that which lies behind the mask.

Well, what if behind the mask there’s just an ordinary guy leading an ordinary life in an ordinary world – period? What does that have to do with storymaking?

What if zero equals one? The fact, the mere fact that you yearn for containment and ordinariness indicates there’s another aspect hidden within, hidden from sight, carefully concealed, doing all it can to keep the boat of life from rocking – and there’s no reason whatsoever for you to fight it, unless, that is, your containment field starts to crumble and you’re suddenly, inexplicably, inextricably caught up in a story you’ve done everything possible to avoid – in which case – you’ll either embrace and interface, or…

Or what?

Or deny your very basis – your unity with the great all that is – the Field which knoweth not matter, nor time, nor space or things therein.

Then what?

Yarn.

Yarn? You’re kidding, right?

Nope.

Yarn – as in woollen thread.

That’s right – or plot – or spinning a tale – for ultimately – we are bobbins or shuttlecocks – weaving the fabric of indeterminacy into a version of reality which may or may not sustain or support life.

And by what criteria can we tell whether or not it will support life?

Depending on whether the tale you spin is one of beauty, empowering and meaningful – if it deals with the all that is – as opposed to a narrow, insignificant subset of scattered, soulless things.

So all the world’s a stage – you’re echoing.

Absolutely.

And we are merely players, our ages being seven.

For what it’s worth. Seven will suffice. That is for sure.

Or nine?

Nine will do.

Or two?

Likewise. If you haven’t yet grasped zero and one – then what difference does it make what numbers you ostentatiously parade around the corridors of mind and matter – all are variations on a theme – all are essentially one and the same, are they not?

I… know not. I assumed they were different.

Yes, as was intended.

I assumed they mattered – greatly.

And those assumptions were designed to get you here.

Here? Where exactly is here?

To the gates of story – where narrative takes over and you allow yourself to myth-make once more – when you feel so-called death, disease or determinacy taking you beyond, back to the prime feed, the flow we experience as life itself – bubbling up from deep, deep within.

Why in God’s name would I or anyone knowingly or willingly want to have anything to do with all this bottomless, esoteric madness. I’d sooner die.

Precisely – which is how it’s generally perceived – unless the character transcends his or her limited awareness bounds.

In which case?

In which case his death is not perceived as such.

Meaning – he doesn’t die?

Meaning – death is only meaningful from the 3D perspective – so who’s to say what really occurs when we go beyond reality per se – engaging infinity drive – interfacing zero-one-ineffably. The only way you’d know…

Let me guess…

Correct.

is by experiencing it – at which point you transcend the world – that reality which was nothing more than a temporary boundary – a womb if you like – awaking into

a greater version of is than what you could hitherto envisage

until you were willing to spread your wings

and engage the full spectrum

interface

amen

nothing much

And?

And what?

This gap – you just disappear, and you don’t even want to explain what’s going on.

Oh that.

Well?

Nothing.

Nothing?! That’s the best you can do?

Pretty neat, isn’t it.

Do I look smug or content?

You look involved, troubled – you’re evidently heavily invested emotionally in what we’re doing, or psychologically – it makes no difference.

And?

Favourite word alert!

Actually I’m upset.

You don’t say!

And you’re utterly insensitive.

Yep. That’s right.

You just disappear for a month or thereabouts.

Who’s counting?

And then pop back as if nothing’s the matter.

Excellent appraisal of the situation – well done.

?

Nothing’s the matter.

And?

Beep beep – this word groweth tired of overuse.

Who cares. I need an explanation.

You just gave it.

I…

Nothing’s the matter – which in 3D reality translates into gaps in time or space – unaccountable, inexplicable gaps – during which um – nothing matters greatly – or at least as much as everything else.

?

Rebalancing – or affording us the opportunity to rebalance – should we avail ourselves of the opportunity – should we be willing to give nothing a break.

Give nothing a break? Give me a break.

I just did.

No, I mean…

Yes – yet no – you mean not – for you too are a bearer and bringer and binder of nought – how could you be otherwise – being a-live, so to speak.

I’m not getting any of this.

Correct – absolutely – you are getting nothing of this, none of this, nought of this – whichever works best for you – but naturally, you’re hopelessly biased against nought and choose to utterly ignore, discount or disqualify it – for failing to meet your consequence criteria. In the same way, in the past, people might have ignored what a woman, a child or a black man said – because they didn’t count – they weren’t relevant, they didn’t matter – but now we know better.

I’m sorry, but this is quite different, as anyone can see.

Agreed. But which end of the attentionscope are you using – the one or the zero. You see, if you insist on using the one end – then you’ll only ever see, perceive, comprehend what matters – the up beat, the positive charge, the spatial displacement – but if you use the other end – the down beat, or the non-beat, the negative or zero charge, the temporal displacement or the absence of time are infinitely more telling, pertinent and relevant – if you feel me.

Feel?

That’s the best method – seeing is, after all, the positive basis for thought and action, is it not?

Er…

Whereas feeling… introspection and awareness – but please attach no significance to these words – or you’ll be back in seeing – even words and their so called meaning.

Er…

So, from a 3D perspective there was time or there is space – and there are people and things which are either doing or not, together or apart, attaining goals and completing objectives or… i know not what.

That’s just the point, Merry.

It is?

Yes, as soon as you start doing the nought thing – it always ends in dots leading nowhere – and what are we supposed to do?

Me knows not. Do whatever you will – it matters little if you’re unable to hold zero and one in mutual balance – to be the sum, the arbiter, the one who finds a way to keep the impossible, the infinite, the uncontainable like a wild beast that can also be tame, gentle and intelligent – if you don’t try to contain it using force or physical boundaries.

Well, how else can I contain it?

You are the containment field.

I am what?

The containment field. Infinity knows no bounds except beyond you.

Huh?

Zero equals one – how on earth can you overlook this wonderful news – which blows apart everything you think or imagine you know to be fact, or know to be certain, or know to be real. How can anything be more real than the infinite that is you experiencing anything and everything in terms, equally, of what is and…

what is not.

You see?

No, i feel.

At last.

At first – and feeling – i know.

So your month of idling wasn’t idling at all, was it?

Nay. Apparently there’s been all kinds of activity throughout the field – apparently i’m starting to sense the relationship between zero and one – even if my mind stubbornly insists it can’t, doesn’t or won’t.

Absolutely.

Fire and water.

That too. What happens when you balance ‘em both – internally.

They cancel out, or would, if this were a zero sum game, which it ain’t, is it?

No – or if it is – then it convinces us to experience an other version in which summat else kicks into play – another dimension, an other level of awareness – and suddenly – you have fusion – the hydrogen and the oxygen atomies are now no more – and water is fire inside out

or upside down

and day is night

and matter

matters infinitely until it don’t

doesn’t

don’t – until the spin flips in on itself

or around

until zero reveals the absurdity, the unfounded arbitrariness of declaring that some thing actually matters – obviously based on a fix

a fix?

Yes – sommat ‘as to be fixed deep inside, deep within

fixed? in what way?

conspiracy theory

huh?

conspiracy theory – it evidently involves an unholy alliance#

an alliance?

affirmative

with whom

with whom or with what?

or with what? well – with what then?

with matter, perchance

with matter? how? matter’s inert

on your side of infinity – yes – but… a little deduction and you can probably guess

that matter is the other side of me – or me on the other side of time

or space, absolutely – it is

i am – my god

exactly

so… 

precisely – matter fixes you in the same way that you fix it – and

never the twain shall meet

indeed. unless.

unless – i start negotiating

dancing with nought

or the devil

in a sense – yes – for how else are you going to become both sides of the equation without embracing the dark in light

the light in dark, or the water in fire, the fire in water

and thus, only then, you dance infinity back into the equation – as opposed to treating it dismissively as an insignificant equals sign

and then zero and one really take off, really come into their own – really reveal the god in man

the man in god

if

if

if

hum….

introducing Qufie (sic) /kju:fi:/

Qufie? Who the hell's Qufie?

Actually, it's spelled Qufi_.

Like that matters -- this is a dialogue -- not a transcript.

Fair dinkum, mate.

Er... whatever. Well? Do I have to draw blood from the stone every time I need a rational answer?

I'm just giving you a little space -- as in time... No point rushing you, is there? You've got enough on your plate already, haven't you?

Uh... if you insist. Well, I'll just pour myself half-a-dozen cups of coffee and lotus myself into the 27th chakra, if you know what I mean -- by the time I emerge from deep yogic samadhi a week or two from now I expect I'll know everything there is to know about this Qufi.

Zie -- I greatly appreciate your sense of drama... and your yogic abilities are, without a doubt, second to none, but how about a little basic commonsense for a change. You could save yourself a load of umming.

umming? For God's sake Merry, “Om-ing” -- have a little respect for Eastern culture.

Ok, point taken. 'mm... I apologise. Moving swiftly on... Qufi's eager to get started.

I thought you just said there's plenny-a-time?

I did -- but that was then. Strike while the iron's hot -- Qufi's never been one to...

This Qufi malarkey... assuming it's what i think it is -- why in God's name have you suddenly decided to anthropomorphisize the quantum field?

You mean anthropomorphize...

What_ever! Do you really derive pleasure from splitting hairs so?

Just being pedantic -- what's the point having an intellect the size of the Orion Nebula if I never get to show it off, flabberghasting my opponents with an overwhelming show of intellectual heavy-gunnery.

Pshaw! You're not a patch on Marvin.* 

The droid?! You're kidding right?

Ah ha -- touched a nerve have I?

Well, I'm not without professional vanity, profound saintly meekness notwithstanding... unless... just supposing Irony herself is playing tricks on me, transforming my psyche into a battleground of wounded pride and resentment, gaming me for an idiot. Or, who knows, could it be the next level of swordsmanship -- the Duncan Idaho feint-within-a feint -- wysi-n-wyg...

?

What you see is not what you get [twitching – birdlike – eyes suspiciously gleaming]

Er... you're glitching, Merry. 

1 - 2 - 4  [deep breath]  'mmm   [sounding strangely akin to an electric oven in action]

[T minus 4...3... problem solved]

that's better. Why would you actually care about Marvin's level of so-called intelligence if you're au fait with the quantum field itself or, what's more,  on first name terms with the acronymic Qufi?

Humm -- good point -- something must have affected my diodes -- all this rain perhaps.

Wait a second -- you don't actually mean to say you're a...

The double bluff -- might I actually be a bio-droid -- how would you even know? and before too long all our previous certainties go up in smoke -- with no one knowing who's for real or who's trying to conceal a deep, dark, shameful secret. 

Mm? 

Moving swiftly on... How good are you at coping with uncertainty? That's the first step towards engaging the quantum field -- Qufi's never going to play ball with you, let alone poker -- if you can't handle copious draughts of indeterminacy.

Indeterminacy... uncertainty -- you do like these ponderous negatives, don't you?

I'm but the messenger. Qufi makes the rules -- I merely pass them on.

With evident glee... So this Qufi you're referring to -- it's like the quantum field personified -- if I'm not mistaken?

Correct, if it be it.

Ah, so finally, the cool breath of determinacy... we're making headway.

Yes, but beyond this milestone lies an ocean of who-whattery.

I might have known.

But, should you be willing to embrace my anthropomorphic conceit...**

You mean to say Qufi's just a literary device?!

I mean nothing of the sort -- but from the 3D perspective of postulated rationality the metaphysical term "conceit" is the most appropriate.

So what to the 3D mind appears to be an elaborate metaphor, to your oh-so-superior quantum awareness becomes a person-like, name-bearing, living-presence -- perhaps even a god in waiting -- should his status be confirmed by popular acclaim -- should we humans be willing to invest him/her or it with our love and slavish devotion... me likes this not one bit.

Yes -- you're right Zie -- the quantum field could so easily go the way of 3D reality, were it not for the fact that Heisenberg won't have it... nor Schrodinger. Me neither, for that matter.

As if you have a major part to play in this debacle.

Well, the quantum field is such that each and every one of us has the totality of 1 and 0 present throughout the grand-immateriality that we comprise.

I beg your pardon -- the what? 

Oh -- new term... bit of a mouthful isn't it, but easy enough to acronymise. Let's see, grand immateriality... oh yes. 

?

gr-im -- how's that? 

Pretty grim... 

On the contrary -- it has a certain byronic conflicted elegance i feel. 

Or lameness -- but why would you foist such a joyless term on us?

Us?

On me then -- or anyone else who may be party to this dialogue.

Well, firstly, why not? Whatever have you got against grand-immateriality?

Er... it's like you're desperately trying to make something of nothing.

Yes, we've already established the fact that i like my negatives -- haven't we?

Well, me like it not one little bit.

Good -- you're not supposed to like 'em -- that would defeat the purpose of using such clumsy, unwieldy words.

Huh?

Not liking 'em helps prevent them from slotting into your established system of things.

My what?

What I sometimes refer to as your think or thing-ology -- if you'll pardon my ambivalence.

Not really -- how am i supposed to understand what you're on about if you freely interchange thin-k and thin-g?

You're not. 

For Pete's sake, Merry.

understanding is out of the question. Think or thing-ology -- whichever it is, whichever it be -- cannot be understood any more than water can be wetted, or light illuminated. There is, however, a mind faculty of awareness which comes to the rescue in cases such as this, if we give it the chance.

And?

And becoming aware of the rational mind's complete inability to cope with non-thing, with non-matter, with the non-rational or seemingly random -- we have the option to search for alternatives to rational thought -- alternatives which may or may not exist -- which may or may not enable us to grasp what may or may not be -- if there be any truth in the quantum field's very existence, of a nought or zero which is greater than the sum of what it is not, absurd though this admittedly sounds.

Er... 

Quite a mouthful -- all that -- is it not... and yet if there's anything to this apparent conspiracy -- the rational mind's inability or unwillingness to look beyond its entrenched bias towards things rational, or things rationally explained, or things rationally explainable -- then i for one

and i for nought

would certainly

and uncertainly

like to get to the bottom of this

absolutely

would like to become aware, somehow or other, of things

or everything that lies beyond 

or beneath the scope of rational mind

of rational-ity

commencing with the grand immateriality 

a positive version of nought -- existing if it exists at all -- outside so called space or time -- on t'other side 

precisely -- if it exists at all -- if the known universe can be said to exist -- if matter can be said to matter, or thought to thing in whatever shape or form...

then knowing something is, by definition, unknowable -- awareness looks elsewhere or adjusts its scope to start feeling, sensing or 

failing that -- allows Qufi of the quantum field -- to speak for itself

himself or her

self

if Qufi is willing to do so...

And?

And what?

is he?

i'm not sure Qufi likes being "he'd"

ok -- pick whatever pronoun you prefer -- i honestly can't avoid using one or t'other

yes you can

how?

by addressing Qufi directly

but that feels ridiculous.

Does it?

Yes.

Then go back to thinking things -- and forget about engaging the quantum field meaningfully.

Oh, it's an all or nothing submission gate -- why didn't you say so? Allow me to bow humbly. To serve obsequiously. 

I'm but the messenger.

So you keep on repeating. Now pipe down -- I need to have a word with Qufi.

Ok

Please!

What?

Be quiet.

Ok -- I will.

Now -- shush. Qufi -- Qufi -- Qufi -- hear me if I can get a word in edgeways -- if Merry or Zie or whoever it is, whatever I be can speak to you uninterrupted in a moment outside rational sense and meaning -- in a place where the unknowable may not be understood, but may somehow or other be sensed, logged, felt or registered by an awareness beyond thought...

that's not bad -- but i sense Qufi grows tired of legalese

would you kindly butt out -- I can't hear myself think

precisely. Qufi's obviously impressed by your attempt to confront your pig-headed stream of things_being_thought -- but... 

if you have a better solution why don't you tell me?

Well, I'm but the messenger -- and I can only tell you what Qufi tells me to tell you -- 

Circular, weak, I grow tired of this evidently absurd attempt to escape the mind's gravitational field of rationality.

Yes -- the edge is always a wall of pent up rage, uncertainty, frustration or ennui.

You seem to have an answer for everything -- but none that helps me in the least.

True. 

Well, in that case -- good night. 

Switch out the light. Remember to look in the mirror.

What mirror? Hey -- where did he go?

...

Weird. I could have sworn... 

...

I know this sounds ridiculous -- but I wouldn't put anything past Merry -- mirror mirror on the wall -- ah ha -- the mirror is strangely unviewable -- meaning perhaps that this is already not what i think

not what it seems to 

be

indeed

so if i ask myself which side of the mirror is me

or where i is actually observing from

or who

or what 

is doing the observation

without necessarily arriving at a definitive answer

i triggers the mind's uncertainty awareness of things un-known

yet potentially knowable -- and if truth be told

there's matter in this 

there's -- a face

  a face

in the mirror

my own

  my own 

yours?

yours Qufi?

do you have to make such a mountain out of 

a mole

in any case Qufi 

was merely the name used in 3D 

to draw you in -- to lead you through the mirror's exclusivity

you know perfectly well that name won't do here

here it would only disrupt our ability to experience cognitive resonance -- a wavelength shared across time and space -- an ability to feel, to find, to express a one of nought, an un-moment as opposed to moment-um.

riddles and confusion -- yet at the cellular level

at the atomic, in fact

a reorganisation is taking place -- that much i know-eth.

a stage -- you be a theatre for thought and action

matter and mind 

now ask whether you reflect the sum or the parts of your whole

your one

or whether you in fact serve to extend the hole

the tunnel

the line in the sand

that reason and rational-ity digs

in a feverish attempt to preserve a thread

a narrative

a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury

signifying?

nothing

but there has to be something

of course there is, but how is something created

I...

it has to be borrowed into existence -- a time-debt.

Huh?

And you happen to be the stock exchange, so to speak, where time-debts can be traded for and against the prime asset...

which is?

that which nests in the eaves of your grand-immateriality

quantum bats?

why not swallows.

I really don't know Merry what you're on about or what you expect me to make of all this. I have absolutely no idea what could possibly be nesting in -- this is all too absurd to merit any further attention.

Be that as it may Zie -- and believe me when I say that you have my deepest sympathy -- truly it is problematic trying to come to grips with the gr-im reaper.

Oh God -- so now it's the gr-im reaper -- and that perhaps implies that we are in some way implicated in the horrifying image of death so beloved of our film industry.

Where else, how else can the finality of things be spun if not by incorporating so called death itself. Well naturally -- we're only able to trade against time if we have something of value to offer as collateral.

Which is?

What_ever it is we reap from the grand-immateriality that we comprise.

It makes no sense to me whatsoever.

It's not supposed to make sense. It's actually supposed to make perfect un-sense -- because the thinking mind is designed to keep you from growing aware of what your grand immateriality is up to, or constitutes.

Oh -- my head! 

Hmmmmmm bug -- take your pick.

I've had enough of humming Merry -- this time I'll take the bug.

Good choice, Zie. In essence the bug is perfectly suited to make your grim unawareness cognizant of how you, in fact, hold matter together -- both at the micro body-level, and no less importantly, throughout the entire-ity of universe.

You see -- that's exactly where my mind goes into free-fall and I no longer...

zzzzzzzzzzzzz -- join me -- Zie -- buzz along

Why? It's ridiculous.

Agreed. It certainly seems ridiculous -- but that's to the so called thinking-me that minds, which is the bastard child of matter -- of thingology -- doing what matter does.

Huh?

Yes. Apparently so.

No! 

Apparently so -- it isn't even your true me-free mind, believe it or not -- which is hidden in the background, just out of sight.

It can't be.

Afraid so. You are proof, sum and product of matter -- infinitely, or near-infinitely divisible in each and every thing -- no matter whom, no matter what.

I...

Can't believe it? No, you shouldn't be able to -- otherwise the curve of creation would invert and the debt market would implode... Time would no longer catch a bid. There'd be no more matter, whatsoever -- but more anon -- i must to sleep -- i must away...

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[greatly rested]

*Marvin the Paranoid Android is a fictional character in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series by Douglas Adams. Marvin is the ship's robot aboard the starship Heart of Gold. Originally built as one of many failed prototypes of Sirius Cybernetics Corporation's GPP (Genuine People Personalities) technology, Marvin is afflicted with severe depression and boredom, in part because he has a "brain the size of a planet"[1] which he is seldom, if ever, given the chance to use. Indeed, the true horror of Marvin's existence is that no task he could be given would occupy even the tiniest fraction of his vast intellect. Marvin claims he is 50,000 times more intelligent than a human,[2] (or 30 billion times more intelligent than a live mattress) though this is, if anything, an underestimation. When kidnapped by the bellicose Krikkit robots and tied to the interfaces of their intelligent war computer, Marvin simultaneously manages to plan the entire planet's military strategy, solve "all of the major mathematical, physical, chemical, biological, sociological, philosophical, etymological, meteorological and psychological problems of the Universe except his own, three times over", and compose a number of lullabies. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marvin_the_Paranoid_Android]

**A conceit is a kind of metaphor that compares two very unlike things in a surprising and clever way. Often, conceits are extended metaphors that dominate an entire passage or poem. Metaphysical poet John Donne was known for his conceits (often called metaphysical conceits).

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