Infinity drive users guide
Q&A session 2
There’s the rub – as Shakespeare says – for other than rub or friction between two opposing energies, two opposing polarities, two opposing configurations – nothing actually exists, as far as infinity is concerned. How could it? What is a thing? If, for a moment or two, we suspend our confirmation bias, suspend our obsessive-compulsive belief that things are fundamental, real or foundational – which might be an interesting theory, I admit, were it not wholly incompatible with infinity itself. It’s an either-or situation. Either you have things and they are what you refer to as “real” – like lego blocks in a matrix of reality – defining the parameters, boundaries, forces and substance of that reality – or else you allow/accept/ recognise infinity itself… infinity – whatever that may/ may not be – what ever that is. It’s like the ocean – and its things are bits of salt, or snowdrops, or raindrops, or… me knows not what – suffice it to say that infinity – the ocean – is absolute, total, fundamental – unmeasurable, uncontainable within any system or paradigm no matter how expansive or intricate – infinity – which cannot be plotted or logged in terms of space, time or any other conception of the reptile matrix mind – can only be experienced as something felt, but never truly understandable or understood – unless, that is, unless, or until, you manage to set up boundary posts and establish a containment field to convince the conscious-ness of so-called individuals – of people who are, in truth, who must be children of infinity if they are any thing at all – to convince them that they are themselves things in a world of things – that they are entities or persons – that they have no direct connection with in-finity – which might indeed be true within this containment field – unless, that is, something happens, and in-finity somehow reveals itself/ is revealed to them/ is felt, experienced, known as that which cannot be denied, cannot be contained, cannot ultimately be avoided.
We do not run to infinity – in the same way we do not run to the wild
ocean or the roaring lion. We feel great fear and trepidation – rightly so –
yet nor do we, nor can we deny it – for that would be to deny the
silent heart of all that is – the simple truth that words cannot encapsulate –
the dao – the om – spirit – God – love – me knows not what – for these are but
words rubbing their butterfly wings against the petals of – picture a lotus
flower of indescribable beauty present in all and every thing – the single
common thread, the one and absolute unity…
So how, in this Q&A session – how do you manage infinity in a way
that makes it meaningful or, dare I say it, useful for humanity – for you, for
me?
Good question – is it not? The king of all questions – if you don’t mind
a little self-praise. For infinity is, by definition – you might say –
unmanageable, uncontainable, unmeasurable – in other words, to the rational
mind of a 3D human – as good as useless, and therefore, all too easily
dismissed as either pie in the sky, or an irrelevance…
You’ve probably figured out by now that I – your narrator or curator –
have an enormous and rather unmanageable ego. It’s par for the course in the
field of infinitology – only mythological beings are really qualified, willing,
or able to stick their thick necks out and risk being the laughing stock of
humanity. We’re all too easily shot down, like the poet John Keats who exposes
his heart and soul – the critics are literally able to destroy him – but would
he refuse to take the risk – to face the ridicule and scorn of critics? I think
you know the answer. So, there’s a race of mythological beings such as myself –
who just happen to be of, or from the realm infinity – absurd though that may
sound – or should – if you’re even vaguely rational – yet be this as it may –
mythology is not simply the stuff of fantasy or childish tales – is it? You
know what I’m talking about, don’t you – some of you at least do. We can’t
avoid the fact that the matrix or the cube that our reality appears to be
contained within – is clearly artificial in nature – and feels somewhat absurd,
unnatural, indefensible – to anyone who is able to see, feel, sense its form or
true nature. So evidently there has to be something else – something less
square, something that doesn’t evoke feelings of absence or disconnectedness –
and here myth comes to the rescue – as story or myth seems to extend in spirals
or fractals outside, beyond or, if you prefer, within the apparent rigidities
of space-time-reality. Mythological characters such as myself – we may seem
like clowns, we may indeed be clowns – and highly, highly flawed – yet we’re
part of the fabric of reality beyond those square or linear limitations of
space and time – beyond the unnatural form of this reality of things. Conduits,
perhaps, is what we are – or poets, good/bad/indifferent or shamans – honestly
– me knows not what – merely that we seem to exist – albeit at the fringes of
polite society, generally speaking – and that we are the proof to the lie that
this reality can be or is, in fact, more than a somewhat wobbly, somewhat
absurd, somewhat unnatural er… construct – which, although artificial in its
totality – is yet full of nature and natural solutions. There’s the rub – is it
not? For no one in their right mind can or should deny that things are still
natural – still have a right to exist – that’s not what me and my clan intend
to do – oh no – we don’t intend to knock down or to deny things – on the
contrary – we simply need, from time to time – to introduce elements of story
or myth which come from elsewhere – which are also real, valid, meaningful –
which appear to refute or contradict certain fundamental rules of this
particular reality – but which can and must, sooner or later, be assimilated/integrated
/incorporated if this reality is to survive and thrive and grow through the
event horizon of the next iteration, which in all honesty, I hope it does.
The paradox, which some of you may have realised by now, is that most of
you would prefer us to leave your matrix alone, even though it grows
increasingly stifling and rank, for anything coming to you from outside the
matrix is always frightening or disturbing, to say the least. But in the end
this has nothing to do with me or what I want: infinity seems to have a mind of
her own, if you'll excuse such anthropomorphology. She allows systems or
matrices to grow undisturbed until they reach some kind of critical mass, like
a child in the womb of her mother, and then it's knock knock, time to move on,
time to meet a bigger reality, a brave new world of things that leaves you,
quite literally, speechless, gobsmacked, врасплох. The irony is that I myself
grew up within the matrix and assumed it was all-encompassing, little
suspecting that I was part of its impending dissolution, little suspecting that
I contained within me something else, the makings of a myth which cannot remain
silent indefinitely. The only thing preventing me from doing my worst and
bringing the curtain down on 3D reality was some kind of failure to accept the
isness of be: that which simply is, oneself included. Social conditioning
teaches us to assume we're part of whatever system we find ourselves in until,
that is, infinity re-emerges from the wings – erupting like a full-blown
kundalini awakening, compelling you to see/experience/feel what you’d
definitely rather not, to accept the fact that nothing is actually what it seems
or, as Shakespeare puts it far more succinctly – hey nonny nonny, the wind
and the rain. In short, I’m the bearer of news which is both bad, very bad,
and at the same time good, very good – it all depends on you, and how you
respond to it, and to me, for what I’m worth, and to the influx of non-matrix energies,
and to sweet Dorothea, the mushroom maid from hell – hell, or a far, far better
place if you’re willing to confront your prejudices and grow into the new state
of is-ful-ness.
So it’s all about trusting you and your insanity, basically? Am I right?
You could say that, but personally I think you need more than trust –
you need to experience and verify it, to engage it, but how can you do that
when you simply dismiss the very possibility that things are infinitely more
interesting than they seem to be.
How so?
If every or any thing, like H2O, only exists as rub, if it
unites two absolute and irreconcilable opposites, if it generates a solid state
from non-solids, if it’s able to beguile the mind into accepting its thing-y-ness
by matching that which makes me – me, a deception, you might say, which can’t
fool anyone who has the stomach, eyes or heart to face and embrace infinity.
Er…
Yes, the er like the um is indeed the gateway to infinity.
No, I mean, why do you have to complicate everything? Why can’t you just
allow things to be things?
Who said I don’t? Things are still things regardless of infinity, but
now you have the option, the alternative to see and experience them an other
way.
I do?
Absolutely. You can allow romance back into your life.
Romance?
For what could be more exciting, more incredible, more wonderful than
seeing that behind or within each and every thing is a gateway to another
world, an entirely different way of experiencing reality? Instead of treating
reality as a fait accompli, a given, a lifeless fact, you’re now aware of a
battle, an exchange, an unresolved dispute between two opposing forces, two
that just happen to represent and or reflect a dichotomy or fundamental
difference within you yourself…
And you call this romantic?
Yes, it’s the stuff of legend in the making, and you or I are graciously
invited to make it happen, to bring the opposing soul essences into their
desired state of unity if and when you are able to fully take onboard, digest
and bring to fruition their story. In this respect you’re like the cooking pot
or even the story womb, without whom things cannot break through the containment
fields dividing them.
Oh dear, dear… I fear you are hopelessly, irretrievably lost in your…
your…
Behold – a thing. Behold – a tale. Behold – the alchemy of matter and mind through the selfless intermediacy of the heart, the alchemist’s cauldron that can and does work magic.
Oh dear…
So, take for example this bottle of water, Evian.
Must you do product placements in this blog?
Don’t be so boring, Sean. It’s just a name people happen to know. Now,
instead of concentrating on the thing – the bottle; the essence – the water; the
name or rune – Evian, concentrate on infinity lurking, hiding, concealed but
barely so, just waiting to emerge from behind or within the fig leaf thing and
deal its death blow to your psyche, to your ego, your sense of self, nay, even
your reality.
Bravo, Fiona, very dramatic indeed.
It’s Phoebe, in case you hadn’t noticed.
Who cares. Infinity takes no prisoners. What’s in a name…
A rose, indeed, smells no less sweet, but hush – we’re stalking infinity
like hunters closing in for a kill, keeping low, moving silently, with deadly
intent.
I’m getting palpitations.
Excellent.
And butterflies in my stomach.
Very good. Now comes the coup de grace… Phoebe,
whose real name is Fiona, leaps towards the bottle with a high pitched scream and
vanishes into a black hole that seems to swallow her in a bewildering
acceleration of inertial metrics.
Phoebe! Where are you? Sean wails disconsolately,
before something clicks and he too senses infinity lurking right before him.
Aweeeeeeeeee! He yells and vanishes into
the opening that leads God knows where, in hot pursuit of his beloved Phoebe.
Any questions?
17?
Good question, Bob. Yes,
that will be 23.
0=1
to be continued
if and when
