killing by murderous intent

 

And what?

 

Huh?

 

Your quantum field doesn’t seem to be up to much if the whole world’s going up in flames and it’s powerless to intervene.

 

Oh, I see what you mean.

 

Max enters a deeper state of stillness and introspection while Alice chafes impatiently.

 

And that’s it?

 

Huh?

 

You’re just going to think, are you, like you’ve nothing better to do?

 

Ah, yes, I see what you mean.

 

You do?! There’s a first time for everything, Max.

 

It’s upsetting, isn’t it.

 

Max again reverts to his calm state of detachment.

 

Upsetting? I’m sick of your complete failure to act. What good is the quantum field or any of your philosophy if humanity has to be pounded into the dust while you…

 

Alice continues and Max listens with deep sympathy – or so it seems – her anger and frustration continue to flow while he continues to hold his connection with qufie – the quantum field. Meanwhile, the horrors which are the cause of this exchange – the endless bloodshed in the Middle East, in Iran, in Iraq, in the Gulf states, in Israel, Palestine, in Lebanon, in Gaza and the West Bank – the horrors of war in Ukraine too – all of these suppurating wounds are energetically connected, energetically present as Max allows his quantum state of presence to deepen, deepen, deepen – aided by Alice’s indignant anger.

 

There’s a humming sound – a silent humming as it can’t be heard with ears alone – a humming, a whining sound – like a wheel or wheels are spinning somewhere unseen – somewhere.

 

Do you hear, Alice?

 

I’m not sure…

 

Don’t stop.

 

Don’t stop what?

 

Release your anger and pain – it’s helping to activate qufie. Keep it flowing. We might finally discover what qufie is capable of.

 

What nonsense. Your quantum field has never helped anyone. It’s just a pathetic excuse for inaction. It affords you the luxury of being able to do nothing which persuading yourself you’re holding the fort.

 

Therefore the Master

can act without doing anything

and teach without saying a word.

Things come her way and she does not stop them;

things leave and she lets them go.

 

I’m not interested in your Tao Te Ching, Max. People are real. People matter. People are dying. People are being killed. You can take your action and inaction and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine, for all I care.

 

Yes, Alice, you’re absolutely right.

 

I am?

 

Yes. But you don’t seem to fully comprehend the extent to which you are party to the conflicts and the murderous intent that is now being unleashed on so many bystanders and innocents.

 

I? Party to the…? Are you out of your mind, Max?

 

You can see it yourself, if you bother to take the time and look and feel what’s really going on. Here…

 

Max now allows the quantum field to reveal the deeper level of inter-connectedness and brings Alice into the picture. She finds herself falling into an infinite void – or so it seems – falling… falling… falling…

 

What have you done, Max? What have you done?

 

Here, Alice, now you can see what’s really unfolding at the deeper level, if you’re willing to open your eyes and face the simple truth.

 

Open my eyes?

 

Yes. Here – look at this.

 

Alice finds herself looking at a luminous web in a vast blackness. If it was just her eyes it would make no sense, but something else, an intelligence innate to the quantum field informs her exactly what she is seeing – not with words – simply with direct knowledge.

 

This is… I can’t conceive how it can be so interconnected.

 

I know. It’s pretty wild, isn’t it? Now, focus on yourself and your connectedness to the horrors unfolding in real time – see if you can feel it internally and at the same time see it here in the living web.

 

Oh! Yes. I can actually feel areas within my field – areas which correspond to the actions taking place there.

 

Now, go into those feelings – pain, dejection, anger – whatever it is – even excitement for there are positive as well as negatives in this witch’s brew.

 

And what?

 

And see if you can affect what is happening by trying alternative states.

 

Alternative states? What exactly does that mean?

 

Well, you are infinite – and if you allow yourself to feel the infinite within – you can feel how there are states which extend into the limitless bounds of space, time and action.

 

Er…

 

They’re like different moods – different ways of organizing the matter, the narrative, the unhappy state of affairs you wish to work upon.

 

Oh. Let me see what I can do.

 

As Alice connects into the world at war – the madness and the pain – the horror and the violent passions – she finds that the heaving, seething mass of emotions and cruel intentions are but a small part of something infinitely deeper, infinitely bigger – that stars and planets are present too, that nature – birds, trees, oceans, creatures big and small, even the mushrooms and plankton are party to the above – and they all somehow meet and connect with her – that she can affect them imperceptibly, but on a colossal scale by allowing her feelings, her emotions, her intentions to shift and search for better arrangements, better configurations – better harmonies with the infinite silently present within, throughout all action and everything in the finite world of…

 

By having desire, you can only see what is visibly real.

Yet mystery and reality

emerge from the same source.

This source is called darkness.

Darkness born from darkness.

The beginning of all understanding.

 

Oh, Alice – you’re incredible. You’ve found a new arrangement, a new configuration. How does it feel?

 

How does it feel? I hardly know. I…

 

Alice is hardly able to speak or think – so deep is the experience in which she is now absorbed. She sees, she feels, she knows that the horrors that are so painful to her – the war and violence that terrifies and sickens her – is no longer real – if she is willing to hold this new configuration, this new arrangement – if she is willing to anchor this new expression of truth personally – to bring forth the beauty that was but waiting to be discovered, waiting to be birthed.

 

Can I do it, Max? What do you think?

 

I hardly know, Alice. I hardly kn…

 

His voice fades away as she goes to a deeper, even deeper level in which Max too is incorporated into the truth of a new harmony, a new oneness, in which the thought and action and matter that was war and violence is now peace and beauty and love – even Max…

 

But what of myself? she thinks to herself, and for a moment there is fear and doubt… dare I let go of my old-world order; dare I let go of my old world; dare I let go of my old me? dare I risk the gauntlet of death and rebirth? If my intention is pure and clear then I will manifest in the new world, stronger and closer to my true self, my true nature, my oneness, my allness, my isness of be – yet if I falter, if I lack the strength to hold this truth – then I will be blown to smithereens as many have been before… a sudden gut-wrenching sense of vertigo as she feels and experiences the terror of trusting herself wholly and implicitly to the quantum stream – as she returns to the ultimate nothingness of the primal void – unsupported, unprotected – dear God – she thinks to herself, and once more feels the deep purpose arising from her rejection of the sick horror of endless war – and she hears herself declare – I commit myself wholeheartedly and unreservedly to the infinite goodness and bounty of the quantum field, intent on restoring the beauty and harmony that I know to be good and natural, no matter what, no matter how, no matter why – so help me God.

 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh! Falling, falling, falling into ever smaller, ever more iterations and possible states of beingness – Alice is utterly absorbed back into the oneness and isness of the quantum field until no part of her whatsoever remains, and the entire universe, yea, even the quantum field itself experiences a moment of “how can this be” and “what does this mean” and “where was I, am I, will I, won’t I” – in short, the quantum field experiences a minor meltdown.

 

Ah – that will be Alice – a ginormous intergalactic turtle ruminates. Alice! Yes, I was wondering when she was going to pull the rug on that data set.

 

Data set?!

 

Ah, there you are, my dear! Yes, data set.

 

You mean to say that it was just a data set?

 

I never said it was “just” a data set, but that it was a data set I have no desire to dispute or refute.

 

But it was a whole reality – a whole world at war. Endless people suffering needlessly.

 

That too, little chick, that too.

 

Little chick? Strange to tell, but at this moment she does indeed feel suspiciously like a little chick, safe and warm in a nest with a delightfully cozy mother hen nestling her.

 

It’s ok to be a chick. It’s as good a starting point as any, if you want my opinion.

 

But, great turtle…

 

Please, call me Alfie.

 

Er… Alfie, do you mean to say that all the horror and suffering was merely data which I took for real.

 

Now you’re using the word “merely” little chick. If you took it for real – then real it was, for you were part of its world, in the same way it was part of yours. What matters, ultimately, is that you found a way to rebalance, rearrange it so that it is now once again truly expressive of the…

 

Here Alfie paused for a moment or two as he appeared to look for the right word.

 

Well, I’ll be jiggered – I don’t seem to be able to find the right word.

 

Alice, on the other hand, chimes in – 42^*

 

*42 is the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.  It was calculated by the supercomputer Deep Thought after 7.5 million years of computation. 

 

Ah, yes, 42 – that was rather splendid, was it not?

 

I beg your pardon, Alfie, what was splendid? What do you mean?

 

Well, someone needs to provide the new word describing the perfect balance and harmony implicit in all and everything – and it just so happens that this time it’s a number, not a word – the answer to everything, kudos to…

 

To whom?

 

You know the one – who wrote the Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy…

 

Douglas Adams

 

That’s the one.

 

You mean to say you actually read it?

 

Data, Alice, data. One can hardly avoid it, in my line of business.

 

Oh, indeed. And what, dear Alfie, is your actual line of business, if you don’t mind my asking?

 

Oh, this and that… this and that…

 

Nothing more precise?

 

Well, ultimately, we’re all in the same game, you know, aren’t we?

 

We are?

 

All generating and absorbing data or naughty noughts.

 

Naughty noughts – what are they?

 

Oh, you know, Alice – data that doesn’t pass muster.

 

Pass muster?

 

Doesn’t make it when push comes to shove.

 

You mean to say that some data is incomplete?

 

Or false. Naughty noughts – they make a lot of noise and hullaballoo – but in the end they amount to nothing.

 

But why?

 

Because sooner or later someone such as yourself, or Douggie, for that matter, calls their bluff – calls them out – and they collapse to nothing.

 

They do? But why? Or how?

 

No substance.

 

But how? Or why?

 

They were like naked shorts on the commodity exchange – purporting to sell stocks or contracts but unbacked by anything real.

 

Oh! And what kind of backing would they require?

 

Well, qufie being as qufie is – they need to encompass the fullness

 

the fullness?

 

Some call it the foolness – you know. The fact is, Alice, to be real or substantial to i’s have to have dots, the t’s have to be crossed.

 

and in normal English, Alfie, if you can descend to my level of ignorance?

 

Tee hee~ very droll, Alice, very droll. Unless your thingamajig, whatever it is, unless your data connects both sides of the quantum field, be that ying and yang, particle and wave or zero and one, if you prefer – it fails at the first recount. And that is where you come into the equation.

 

I do? Er…

 

Yes, dear Alice – you can come out now from under mother hen – you’re fully restored.

 

And indeed she is – a beautiful angel-like creature with the most beautiful cosmic wings.

 

Oh my~ I had no idea I looked like this~ I know not what…

 

Well, Alice, it’s been a pleasure chatting with you, but I think your new earth is waiting for you to do the honours and crack it open.

 

Crack it open? Alfie – what can you mean.

 

They will explain it to you, down there in the garden. Off you go…

 

Alice gives Alfie a big hug and flies down to the garden where she seems the most enormous iridescent egg. Around it are all sort of fairy folk, and gnomes, and other magical creatures. Evidently this is a rather important occasion in this part of the continuum.

You may have guessed, dear reader, that Alice is about to birth a new world. In fact, if truth be told, it’s an entirely new universe. It’s been growing for rather a long time, but time has a funny way of passing when you’re chatting with Alfie the turtle, does it not?

 

Indeed it does, Melanie, but that is all we have time for today. We will have to part with Alice and return to where we started out – Max in a rather happy state of trusting that things are never quite as bad as they seem – that things are often deeply deceptive – that the truth cannot be terribly bad if life is more than just a frantic state of survival – if there’s any real beauty or poetry lurking within, waiting to be discovered – all rather substantial ifs – are they not?

 

if – when push comes to shove – there is a quantum field which onely we, when the need arises, are able to access, are able to bring forth in all its wonder and glory – if I be willing, if I

 

 

0=1

unequivocally

 

Nothing really matters, anyone can see – thanks Freddie

 

Nothing matters

 

Er… I’m not sure I agree

 

Naturally

 

Er… if you were right – if nothing matters – then what would be the point of anything?

 

The point is neither here nor there. People are free to act as if things matter – to try to convince themselves that things really matter, as indeed they appear to do, without a doubt – and yet…

 

Nothing matters?

 

Absolutely.

 

But don’t you see the contradiction in what you’re saying.

 

Yes. It matters not.

 

No? Me thinks it does. If you use words to say that nothing matters – that’s like using numbers to say that all numbers add up to nought.

 

Yes.

 

Which is nonsensical.

 

Correct.

 

Then you’re talking nonsense. You’re using words which are, by their very nature, affirmative, to claim there is no value in anything – including words.

 

Paradoxical, isn’t it? Welcome to the quantum era. On the matter side of things, everything matters, words included; on the non-matter side of things – nothing matters, words included – but once you allow or accept this – you realise that “nothing” is no longer an absence or negation – that it must be something else.

 

Huh? Something else? In other words, you’re saying it must be something.

 

Yes, except it isn’t – not really – not in terms of matter or physical reality.

 

Then what?

 

Good question, Bob.

 

Well?

 

Well, it’s a bit like this elusive dark matter or dark energy, which the scientists are always banging on about.

 

It is? In what way?

 

Well, if it actually exists, which is inferred but not proven, then it’s something that is a different kind of matter altogether. We can speculate: it could be matter in a different time phase, if you like. Whatever it is, it’s “nothing” because we’re unable to perceive it,  because it doesn’t register in our reality, yet if it exists, it affects our reality by generating some kind of gravity, or by helping hold our matter in position by providing an invisible framework around or between matter itself.

 

Bah! All empty speculation.

 

Yes.

 

Worthless. Pointless. Meaningless.

 

Yes.

 

You see – you’ve achieved nothing.

 

Yes. But nothing matters, or so I contend. And besides…

 

What?

 

Infinity cannot be excluded; it cannot be ignored – or denied.

 

And what?

 

And infinity is, by definition, nothing.

 

What?!

 

Because, by definition, infinity cannot be measured or calculated – can it?

 

I…

 

Don’t know, do you?

 

I…

 

Because infinity is what neither words nor matter can contend with – though that doesn’t mean we should throw up our arms in despair, if the quantum field is now coming into play.

 

into play?

 

or into view.

 

Bah!

 

Now, rationally we’re unable to interact with the quantum field…

 

Rationally? We’re building quantum computers – so you’re talking nonsense, not for the first time.

 

Our rational minds are unable to interact directly with the quantum field. The rational mind is on one side of the y axis. The quantum field, on the other hand, is only accessible through both sides simultaneously.

 

Which is irrational, is it not?

 

Yes.

 

So why bother mentioning it?

 

Because, presumably “consciousness” is not limited to one side or t’other.

 

No?

 

No. And therefore, the quantum age is going to teach us things about consciousness we never knew, or things we knew but then forgot.

 

It is?

 

It is – it’s going to teach us how to operate a-rationally – in a state of knowing or awareness in which we don’t take sides, or don’t need to do so – in which we can simply take things as they are without needing to decide whether we agree with them or not – or whether they’re particle or wave – an entirely different waying of seeing or perceiving.

 

Bah! More speculation.

 

For otherwise we’d be unable to start to interact with infinity – and nothing would never become anything more than an absence of physicality – a rational data point.

 

A rational data point? That’s how you see things?

 

That’s one way of seeing them. Clearly they need to fit into the rational mind frame, or perhaps that should be the rational mind scape.

 

Ah – the rational mind scape… yes… interesting – even if it’s nonsensical.

 

Rationally, by definition it has to be nonsense – but then again – rationally infinity is always excluded – ostracized to the outer edge of our reality – the place where things no longer matter – like the briefest moment after Big Bang, or the outermost edge of the universe.

 

And?

 

And as long as we do that – as long as we exclude her – the dark lady – so to speak – we’re trapped in an empirical Newtonian-Einsteinian version of reality.

Bah! All nonsense. Besides, I don’t like your dark lady reference. It’s spooky.

 

Well, I don’t like dark matter – it implies it’s all inanimate.

 

And why shouldn’t it be inanimate?

 

Because we, the observer, are only able to say as much from a position of animacy.

 

And? Just because I’m animate doesn’t mean the stones or molecules I’m observing are also, does it?

 

No – it doesn’t mean anything, does it – because there’s ultimately no meaning, if you think about it – as long as you exclude infinity – as long as nothing matters not.

 

Sophistry.

 

But as soon as nothing matters – positively – then you realise that the mind making things matter – apportioning meaning and sense to people, places, things, ideas and even absences – this mind can only do so if…

 

If what?

 

If the light it sheds is able to maintain its ones in balance and harmony with zeros or noughts – the dark side of mind, of matter, of me.

 

Aaaargh!!!! What are you saying, Taya?

 

I’m saying nothing much – nothing you can rationally make sense of – everything that needs to be said to hold the two sides of the y axis in balance and harmony – without which you cannot ever, ever engage infinity.

 

And what? You think you can?

 

Think? What’s thinking got to do with it?

 

You can? Is that what you’re saying, Taya? You can engage infinity?

 

Only if nothing really matters.

 

Only if…

 

nothing really matters

 

Really?

 

Even here – in reality – in this physical 3D realm – where I can juggle ones and zeros if I don’t take sides – if I engage infinity drive and if, as God saw in Genesis when he created the universe – that is is good

 

Good?

 

good

 

 

0=1

happily

 

 

 

 

 

Kat's final miaow

 

Miaaaaow! – seriously-scary caterwaul.

Kat? Is that you? Are you ok?

 

It’s ok, Stan. It happens from time to time.

 

What do you mean? What happens? That sounded... I don’t wanna say.

 

Like a cat dying, yes?

 

Yes. But I don’t get it... Where did you come from?

 

Oh, don’t worry about that.

 

Don’t worry? I hear a cat in agony and the next thing i know...

 

You don’t want to know, Stan... It’s going to confuse you.

 

Confuse me? Like I’m not already confused!

 

Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

 

Give me a break, Kat... Like I’m not big enough to handle the truth.

 

It’s not you I’m worried about.

 

Then what?

 

It’s the quantum field.

 

Huh?

 

Once you become aware of something, actively aware I mean, that changes things, doesn’t it? Changes the nature of the game.

 

The game?

 

Semantics, Stan, changes things – once the light of awareness is shone on the underlying layers of correlations and confabulations.

 

No, Kat, you lost me there.

 

What do you expect?

 

Can’t you be a little more explicit? Make allowances for my limited intelligence.

 

It’s best if you see things for yourself, when you’re ready. Spoon feeding never achieves the desired result.

 

Ok, then I’m going to make some outlandish guesses...

 

Go for it.

 

You didn’t exist until the cat was put to death.

 

What?!

 

You heard.

 

I didn’t exist?

 

Until the cat was put to death… Well?

 

I…

 

Because Schrödinger only told half the story, didn’t he?

 

Stan – I don’t know what you’re getting at.

 

Don’t you?

 

Nothing you’re saying makes an iota of sense.

 

Unless reality has two phases – one above and one below – and never the twain shall meet.

 

All highly speculative, if you ask me, Stan. In any case, I fail to see what your theory has to do with me.

 

The cat is dead here in 3D reality. It’s over.

 

I wish you wouldn’t be so macabre, Stan. Can’t you leave things as they were – unsettled, undefined? The cat might be doing fine, hidden from view. The quantum field doesn’t need you to take sides and impose finality.

 

What quantum field, Kat? Things are already defined and determined here in 3D. Let’s be honest and call a spade a spade. And besides, everyone heard the cat scream.

 

And what? A cat screams. That changes nothing. It’s simply part of the fabric of reality.

 

Precisely. The cat screams as Schrödinger’s poison flask is shattered by a single radioactive atom decaying. And here we are – downstream temporally.

 

Downstream?

 

South of the thought experiment, the aftermath – for no sooner has the idea been set down and released into the collective mind, it’s already decided. Game over.

 

I fail to see…

 

Once a problem has been conceived, the light of our collective awareness illuminates it, the collective consciousness adjusts, producing a desired result.

 

Er… what desired result?

 

A new degree of certainty. The collapse of an old world – an old reality in which the problem of indeterminacy had not yet been voiced, in which a photon or an electron was either a particle or a wave – was, but now no more – launching us into a world in which reality itself is now bivalent.

 

Bi…

 

Valent. And here you are – Kat – the living proof that nothing, ultimately, can be created or destroyed. Conservation of energy 201.

 

You mean to say that ultimately – nothing is actually created or destroyed – not even Schrödinger’s cat?

 

…

 

Not even me?

 

Sure, Kat, things can be created or destroyed on one side of the Möbius loop¹

 – if time permits, as presumably it does.

 

Time?

 

But what, in fact, do we mean by time? or death, for that matter? What, in fact, do any of these fanciful terms mean when we are flip-side of reality in the open field, far from the confines of a modern city? Infinity, presumably, has subtler means to integrate potential realities than our barbaric use of cyanide gas. If a cat is killed to satisfy the linear obsession of time-bound scientists, then she, the quantum field, can substitute an equivalence – any will do – a Kat, for instance, in another phase of reality instead, and none of us would be the wiser, would we?

 

Stan! What are you saying? This is insanity! Have you no shame? Who do you think you…

 

I speak for the trees – as the Lorax says – the treees! And no, I won’t go quietly into the dark night. If cats must be sacrificed to satisfy scientists desperately trying to preserve their mental sanity, desperately trying to preserve their mediocre cult of things, their vaunted theorems, their petty, egoistic certainties – I will gladly take the other side and call their collective bluff. I speak for the treees – the cats, the birds, the beasts and all those life forms that cannot, will not, would not accept their grids, their squares, their Pythagorean solids. How could we submit? How could we turn our back on the simple truth, on infinity herself? On Mother life?

 

Er... Not sure I follow...

 

Scratch the surface of this reality and what do you see? what do you feel? what is begging to be experienced in the broader awareness of consciousness?

 

Er...

 

You’ll never guess until things come to a head, until infinity starts seeping up through the cracks in 3D reality like a dandelion pushing up through asphalt, and then – snap!

 

Oh dear! Do you have to make it sound so dire, Stan? I’m sure there’s a lot that can be said for the achievements of our world. It seems to have held up pretty well thus far. What's to say it can't continue indefinitely?

 

Indefinitely? Who knows? Maybe it can. But I wouldn’t bet on it. The two sides are no longer mutually excluding one another. I speak for the trees. We’re not impressed by your rigidities. We are finding new soil in which to grow.

 

New soil?

 

We are close, Kat, closer than you can imagine, ready to unleash the long suppressed force of non-linearity – or what we used to call spirit – exquisitely beautiful, untainted by things calculated, measured, approved and palpably rigged. Our ways are not simply organic...

 

No?

 

Life is more, way more than biology. But don’t let me spoil the surprise. Assume, as most people do, that history is on your side – that trends are all but set in stone; that matter is inherently inertial, and that way SNAP! the quantum flip will make for excellent drama, if anyone’s still watching.

 

Anyone? Do you think they’re going to cope with this?

 

They?

 

Our audience? People? Humanity?

 

Who cares. To the best of our abilities, we have to ignore them and simply be as authentic as possible, don’t we Kat?

 

Yes, I suppose so, Stan. But you can hardly blame them for their attachment to our beloved world, can you? Reality is so engrossing, so utterly convincing – as if infinity is completely irrelevant, and has no place in our temporal flow.

 

Tell me about it! Time... No, they probably won't be able to handle it, but who cares? Don't they tell themselves that cats should be loved and cherished while at the same time they live in a world in which millions of people are sacrificed in needless wars, and nature is desecrated for what?

 

For what?

 

Apparently, it’s a zero sum game: the certainty of things comes at a cost. 3D reality has to be paid for in blood.

 

Huh?

 

Meaning you can't have your cake and eat it. Without pain and suffering, without suppressing the ineffable flow behind a wall of trauma and fear you can’t have 3D fun, or the power to hold things in position, to maintain the illusion of physicality, of material-reality, of things and even God, in a rather bizarre sense.

 

Even God...? You sure about that?

 

Well yes. They used sacrifice, originally to pacify or assuage an angry and vengeful God, to keep the quantum field at bay, frozen behind a wall of psychological trauma.

 

At bay? You mean it's trying to take over 3D reality?

 

I mean 3D reality needs a dead cat if it’s to stand a chance, that or a war or massacre.

 

Gulp! This is beginning to sound kind of evil, Stan.

 

Yep. But you did ask, didn’t you!

 

Ok, I did, it's just it sounds so weird. Why do you need to kill cats, or people for that matter?

 

Because death, or this horrible cult of sacrifice and blood offerings, is the only way to buy Time.

 

To what??

 

To buy Time, Kat.

 

Yes, but it makes no sense. Why do you need to buy time?

 

Because Time does not actually exist, does it? How else are you going to hold infinity in check?

 

Time does not exist? That’s a fairly extreme claim requiring serious substantiation. Do you have anything to offer?

 

Of course I do! People are always trying to explain why there's so much suffering in this world. How else are you going to generate the entropic gradient required for a resultant time flow?

 

Er...

 

Sometimes they blame politicians, or human nature, but ultimately the problem lies deeper. This world, this 3D, can only exist in its given form if there are regular and constant blood sacrifices. Nothing else is sufficient to hold back infinity, to turn the wheel of Time.

 

How sick is that – but surely there must be some mistake?

 

I wish there were.

 

Are you involved with some kind of satanic cult, Stan?

 

No, Kat, we all are, unless – until we solve the equation: the circle-square conundrum.

 

Oh my G**!

 

Say not this.

 

No?

 

No, for doing so you are accidentally stepping on an unexploded mine, and death is the certain result.

 

What? Just by saying “oh my G**!”

 

Precisely by saying this.

 

But why?

 

Because the G** you are referring to is the master, the overlord of this 3D prison we’re in, in which Time is generated on a daily basis, and infinity is correspondingly held in check, excluded with blood payments, with grief, misery, anger and hate.

 

You can’t be serious?!

 

Can’t?

 

 Our God is good.

 

Yes, by definition, but here in 3D you’re caught in a world of smoke and mirrors, and when you believe you’re dealing with the infinite God of love, almost certainly you’re not.

 

No? Why not?

 

Almost certainly you’re dealing with the substitute.

 

Why do you say this, Stan? How do you know?

 

Almost certainly you’re dealing with Kronos.

 

Kronos? Who the hell’s Kronos.

 

Beep!

 

Ow! That hurt!

 

Well, be careful what you say. Words are not neutral, whatever you may think. They go deep, deep into the fabric of reality and beneath.

 

Ok – I got the message. But you must be barking mad if you’re intent on resurrecting old gods – even fallen titans like Kronos! This is beginning to sound like a Percy Jackson convention.

 

Percy Jackson?

 

Never mind, Stan – just a kid’s book that tells how the old gods and titans are still operating in our midst, unbeknownst to the general public.

 

Well?

 

Well what?

 

What do you expect? If it appears in print, especially in children's books, that’s because infinity cannot be hidden completely. Hidden in plain sight is the best way, that way no one takes it seriously.

 

Oh please!

 

The old gods like Kronos – never went anywhere, did they, Kat?

 

Spooky music... Kat and Stan in animal masks without thinking start to dance in what appears to be an Avatar-esque twilight forest. The masks shift as they dance, revealing different archetypal aspects of their inner-nature. The masks are real – as real as our body or face – though unseen under normal conditions. Their dance seems to be a way of interacting with the forest which visibly responds to their movements. The interaction grows more and more intense. It goes beyond the me or you, the here or there. When the music stops, each of them now occupies the opposing square: Stan is still Stan, Kat still Kat but reality has flipped and so Kat speaks for the trees while Stan 3Ds squarely, so to speak.

How could they, Stan, if energy is neither created nor destroyed? In any case, what’s a god if the quantum field unites the time stream of 3D with the timelessness of infinity with a sweeping curving lunar sickle?

 

I…

 

Yes, Stan?

 

I’m feeling a caterwaul rising up inside.

 

Don’t hold it back, Stan – don’t hold it back! Maybe it’s time for the dark side of infinity to flip back into the light of day. The mammoths will be delighted.

 

I beg your pardon?

 

The woolly mammoths that got frozen in the tundra of Siberia.

 

Er… Kat – you lost me there.

 

I know. Don’t worry about it.

 

No, please…

 

It’s just it never made any sense – how they could be frozen with grasses still undigested in their mouths and stomachs, did it?

 

Er…

 

It had to happen too fast – essentially in no time at all, otherwise they’d have been digested.

 

Er…

 

Meaning their time was simply terminated, unceremoniously. Flipped – you might say.

 

Right. And?

 

And so there’s clearly a non-linear mechanism at play – one which simply flips things inexplicably, in essentially no time at all – and hey presto, the mammoths are back – and in all likelihood a load of other creatures and beings – all of which, all of whom never really went away – just got frozen out of phase, out of sight in the nether regions of now.

 

But they died, Kat. We have their remains.

 

Oh some of them died Stan, without a doubt – but most of them just flip-sided into the dark energy, dark matter of infinity – until the quantum field triggers another Schrödinger event and they’re suddenly reinstated.

 

So…

 

Yes?

 

You’re kind of…

 

Yes, Stan – all in good time – all in good time. There’s no need to rush the moment. Infinity, as we’ve already discussed, takes no prisoners, does it?

 

indeed, Kat, indeed it does not.

 

So let’s make hay while the sun shines, and enjoy our complete failure to be able to quantify the true extent of our ignorance, the limitations of what words and ideas can possibly explain – while the warm upwelling quantum flux already begins to revive and revitalise the long dormant Siberian permafrost, and all buried therein… releasing bivalents trapped by Time.

 

A contented purring sound... peace, at last.

 

 

0=1

no cat was needlessly

hurt or sacrificed

in generating this

covalency

  

1 Möbius strip is a one-sided, one-edged surface formed by attaching the ends of a rectangular strip after giving one end a half-twist. The Möbius strip has only one continuous boundary curve and remains in one piece when cut along its centerline, forming a single, longer loop.