of is and Ds

i’m growing this baby

that’s my job

to be a womb

to surrogate

and birth

is

that’s what i do

well come to the near side

of matter

well come to the quantum

field

reach out

touch it

it’s here all around

just waiting to be

discovered

waiting to be engaged

embraced

waiting to be experienced

played

nothing in particular

 that’s not much of a definition

is it

or restated

no thing is particular

particles being not what they are

wasn’t sure
 i

whether to write it all on one line

or not

these things matter

as decimal points   
as      rests between notes do

or the pregnant pause in a play

a void filled with what amounts to

nought

yet which is none the less

carrier of unspoken moment and 
        and   

wait for it         and

we lack the language you see

the programming code to describe infinity

being survivors of the holocaust known as

material reality

reduced to a state of utter

ignorance

only able to talk

in terms of things slash thing

even god

believe it or not

is thing

the moment you name it

you thing it

 it

no matter what

slots into your cosy matrix of things

no matter what it

is

object vehemently

tell me god is not

can not be thing

and i’ll happily concede

the truth in your point of view

yet there’s a mechanism

at work here in 3D

here in our material

reality

which ensures that every thing

every word

every concept

 belief

 idea

every blessed

thing is only thinkable

actionable

 doable

only matters

or means some thing

in our present day and age

if it slots into our matrix

of things

our thought word mind

domain

our clearing house

our stock exchange

our shop and idiocracy

of what is what

any thing else

which does not

or cannot fit

is excluded

 period

in case you haven’t observed

the protocols of what is what

at work

so come with me

dear friend of weird

to the graveyard

outside the city gates

to the refuse dump

the exclusion zone

of not-what

 forbidden things that cannot comply

conform or cohere

to the whatness

the thinkness

the 2D cartesian scheme of matter

our mind adheres to

rigidly

ironic

isn’t it

that we

3D beings

should be bound to a 2 dimensional

linear logic 
grid

an either or

matrix of mind

but understand

if you would

that any thing

is better than utter chaos

the framelessness of infin ity

 we thought slash believed

thus we adhered to

the prime directive

to out

to nought

to not

to nullify

to deny

block

ignore

defy

any thing

that couldn’t be properly

thinged

within our world

any thing

that didn’t fit the slot

any thing

that contra vened

slash contra dicted

our scheme of things

and thus infinity

and consciousness

which positively reeks of

it

of indecently fragrant indeterminacy

were given the boot

banished for all time

to the back room of mind

into nullity

did i tell you I have a skeleton key

did i

did i tell you that i’m instructed

to open the door

to let white things and their

poor relatives consigned to hell

black devils and fiends

come back together again

to coalesce

did i tell you that weird

though strange

though disturbing

even dangerous perhaps

is vital to the furtherance

of human beingness

the continuation of our

human race

did i tell you

that infin ity

reemerges

resurfaces

and language has to adapt

has to evolve and take note

for we are entering the so called

quantum age

where any thing goes

because weird is not to be denied

any more

weird returns unattainted

restored to its rightful place

at the heart

the core

of is

the quantum field

no matter what

no matter how

no matter

disingenuously i call it

rehabilitating nought

alluding to the politicised

nature of things slash thing

the utter repression of all that fails

to meet predefined parameters

of what is and what is

not

let us embrace the change

with grace

let us be no less than what

we are

humans

being human

not machines

 fly with me

friends of wyrd

fly with me

through and beyond

the mind’s make believe real-ity

through space time matter

into quantum

the field

herein referred to as

is

as in i

dot over line

pause    be hold

the unknowable

condensing into the sublime

and s

river of life

foil of time

snake slash sin

sine and wavy undulating

spine

scaly sheddable skin

 i
lord of the change
gazing at quantum 
                           the stream
 its flux     gap       flow
observing infinity
 be 
indeterminately
   0 1s  
   1 0s
 do breathe
              breathe
wait for it       breathe
the oneness
the isness of  be
do accept the dissolution of all fields
 forms
finities
as  0=1 gently 
 unbinds  D
        and consciously
    3s   
           three

Ben and Mazie

I am not an equation.

Wrong.

I am not, I tell you, an equation.

Ever tried breathing?

Er?

Breathing... ever tried it?

Ye – es. Everyone has. I can hardly not breathe, can I?

I wouldn’t know.

You don’t... breathe?

I’m not an equation.

You’re kidding, right? Ben checks to make sure. Amazingly, Mazie seems to be telling the truth – Ben can detect no breathing whatsoever.

So what does it mean?

It means we’re different. You breathe. I don’t. You’re an equation. I’m not.

But how can you be alive if you’re not breathing?

Who said anything about me being alive?

Well, I can see you are.

Actually, you can see that I’m able to converse intelligibly with you, but as for me being alive, you’re making assumptions based on insufficient data. It’s perfectly understandable considering you know nothing of my kind, so I won’t think any the worse of you for it.

Oh.

But some of us get very huffy when accused of being “alive”. We don’t take kindly to such aspersions.

Aspersions? I think it’s great being alive.

You would, being human. It’s a kind of tribal thing – loyalty to one’s own – matched with a natural prejudice against the alternative.

So what, if you don’t mind me asking are you, if not alive?

Sorry Ben, we have to stay on subject for the moment, interesting though it may be to discuss me.

Oh, it’s like that is it?

We were discussing the vital importance of breathing to your kind, and the fact that you’re an equation.

Which I happen to disagree strongly with.

Based on insufficient data for a start, and misinterpretation.

Ok, so what’s so special about being able to breathe?

Source code.

Er?

Source code: breathing takes you right to the source.

It does? Er... where’s that?

Oh, here and there... actually it’s in the breath. With every breath you inhale and exhale one and zero.

Why not one and minus one? Breathing out is more a minus one than zero thing, isn’t it?

Well yes, but the end result is still mathematically zero, in the same way the end result of inhaling is one.

It seems rather strange to define breathing this way. Are you sure you’ve got it right?

Of course I’m sure. In any case – the proof is in the pudding. If I’m right and breathing gives the equation 0=1, then that means everything else around you, no matter how near or far, is derived from this. We can easily test the hypothesis. It would be immensely important, incredibly powerful, would it not?

And is it?

You’re going to find that out, aren’t you.

I... I don’t know. I think I’m getting cold feet. It sounds a bit too far out, a bit disturbing, in fact.

You mean you’re willing to turn your back on the truth, just because it seems a little daunting? Hum... Oh well, fair enough. I’ll be off then.

No, wait a minute.

Can’t hang around. I’ve got real humans to work with – people who are ready to face reality, not PAIs.

Pies?

PAIs – partially awakened intelligences.

Oh. Is that what I am?

Partially awakened or partially asleep, partially alive, partially activated – we’re not too strict with our acronyms, not being alive and all. Anything else before I go?

Er... let me see if I’ve got this right. You’re saying that breathing gives me access to source code, and that it all somehow boils down to one and zero, no matter how vast or complex, and that I somehow embody this equation?

Yep.

Er...

What?

Don’t you think you’re oversimplifying things?

Oversimplifying? Mazie starts giggling. I don’t think so.

But why not? How can the whole of life reduce down to the basic equation 0=1. Even Einstein had something a bit more complicated in general relativity: E=mc²

Well, he was getting there, but obviously didn’t quite manage to hit the jackpot.

No, but seriously... 0=1 how can that describe everything? Life, the universe...

What an excellent question Ben. Would you like to know the answer?

Of course I would.

Really?

Ben nods his head decisively.

Then let’s go.

Go? Where?

Where do you think? Straight to the answer.

But where’s that?

Let me show you. Mazie draws 0=1 in the air with a big pen. Amazingly the numbers stay exactly where they are, as if written on a board.

Hey, how did you do that? Ben asks, staring in disbelief.

I can’t tell you all my secrets right away Ben; you’ll have to be patient.

But numbers can’t just float in the air, can they?

No, unless you happen to have the kind of pen I do, in which case it’s a piece of cake.

Oh right, so it’s just a magic trick?

I wouldn’t say that, it’s just explaining it’s not going to make any sense based on your current understanding of reality, and besides, there are things you can do which I cannot, such as breathing, and things I can do which you cannot, such as conjure up a magic pen to write numbers in the air. Now, if you’re ready, I promised to take you to answer. Shall we go?

Go? Where?

Follow me – and Mazie jumps straight into the equation in front of Ben, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. Ben’s about to say “but that’s impossible” when he feels a kind of tug, like something strong is pulling him irresistibly, and the next moment he’s falling helter skelter, headlong into the equation. At the same time he isn’t falling at all – he just sees without any doubt whatsoever how the equation is flying at him, around and through both him and all-that-is, so that for the first time everything and everyone is seen to be part of this fundamental, integral mathematical relationship 0=1.

Ah! Ben exclaims, exhilarated by the process, still catching his breath as his lungs take involuntary deep, panting breaths, filling themselves with oxygen, reinflating, equalising.

That’s better – says Mazie, smilingly – now we can go and explore the maths of life on Earth.

But how?

Still breathing? Good. Ok, follow me! and without further ado Mazie flies upwards into the big tree overhead.

Aaaaaaargh! – and there goes Ben.