there be dragons

 

Supposing you suddenly became aware that you’ve been walking around, existing in one track of time, and only one, whereas there were…

 

Were?

 

Are limitless, almost limitless alternatives.

 

And what?

 

Supposing you realised that time is a variable, not a stream which you are compelled to swim down.

 

A variable?

 

You heard me.

 

But what does it mean?

 

What would it mean? Think it through critically. Allow your reason a little space to spread its wings. What does you see before you?

 

I…

 

Standing at a crossroads – a deeply familiar place – the place I’ve been at a thousand times, more in fact, countless times before – but hitherto I’ve always followed one track – the track marked as 3D reality. The other tracks – I can sense, feel or see what they hold in store – something of their promise is cognisable – but they have always been ignored.

 

How did I always stay on track – on the 3D treadmill? Weren’t the others able to lure me away?

 

They were bundled up, weren’t they, into a fasces.

 

That staff?

 

That bundle of rods – yes.

 

But how…

 

Or why?

 

Ok, why then?

 

To establish a base line. You had to commit to it – which is what you did.

 

I committed to it – yes – so I did. I remember now.

 

Very good.

 

And what now?

 

Apparently the base has been established. Apparently you now have to go your ways.

 

My ways?

 

Yes. You have to reopen the old ways.

 

To what end?

 

To be, and bring forth the fruits of your hard labours.

 

But…

 

Yes – something inside you is deeply reticent – fearful that you haven’t done enough – haven’t fully cemented, fully established your baseline.

 

What if it’s true – what if I haven’t?

 

Then you’re dead.

 

Can’t I just continue a little longer?

 

If you like – but unless you go your ways – unless you reclaim your otherness – unless you free yourself from the tyranny of mono-time – the window will close – the entire operation will be null and voided.

 

Uh?

 

Time, believe it or not, is time sensitive. It waits for no one, or no thing.

 

Why is that?

 

Because infinity has to breathe too, you know – it requires its moments.

 

It does?

 

Absolutely. As soon as the baseline is drawn out across the nullity of nought-y-ness as you, apparently, have done – the sleeper starts to stir in his bed.

 

Sleeper?

 

Yes. It was all, outside the flatlined silly-ness of time, a kind of dream journey.

 

Oh.

 

Should you fail to allow completion, allow twelve to flow on into one – a new beginning, a new direction, a twist in the tale – then nothing was in fact

 

Nothing

 

Was in fact achieved –

 

Nothing

 

Without follow through, without the impulse drawing a new vein of infinity into play.

 

Oh my – a new vein of infinity? What kind of nonsense are you spouting now?

 

Utter nonsense – I assure you – rest assured.

 

Oh.

 

Yet infinity – like it or not – cannot be infinite unless there is a dot.

 

A dot?

 

A spot if you like.

 

Make up your mind.

 

Or even a line – it really matters not.

 

Now a line?

 

For what is a line if the sand is in fact a seething cauldron of quantum indeterminacy in which no particle can or will allow itself to take sides.

 

Er…

 

Seeing, sensing the line – each particle experiences it from seven different aspects of c-a.

 

C-a?

 

Conscious awareness.

 

Such as?

 

Such as the line itself – a near infinite series of dots.

 

One

 

The left side

 

Two

 

The right

 

Three

 

The left side reversed – from t’other end

 

Ah – direction matters – four

 

T’other right

 

Five

 

From all around – the universal vantage point

 

Six

 

And thirdly

 

Thirdly?

 

None of the above

 

Seven

 

Seven – as you see – unless we start counting other phases of awareness – but essentially seven

 

Seven will do for the moment, definitely.

 

Absolutely.

 

But can a particle really be consciously aware of itself or its surroundings?

 

No, of course not – unless it’s alive, actually.

 

Alive? How can a particle actually be alive?

 

It can’t, can it – unless it’s a particle somehow matching or marking the passage, the function, the other-than-whatness referred to as infinity.

 

So, infinity is another name for life

 

Could be

 

Or God

 

Who knows

 

Or consciousness

 

Whatever, honestly, you want it to be – we are merely sticking labels on a pig, after all, are we not.

 

We are?

 

Unless he, she, it

 

Or they

 

Or they are fundamental to you and all that is – unless behind or the beneath the label we were actually referring to the unknowable, indescribable isness from which all is extracted – it would be utterly irrelevant, would it not, whatever you or I thought or assumed it to be.

 

I…

 

For things are merely things, are they not?

 

I…

 

Unless at some point – ding – pennies drop – the point comes alive – dances like a snake o’er the sand – singeth to the stars and moons, leaps into the sky like a dragon and flies through stories and tales of Arabian nights into a world of industrial production and ever more cutting edge technologies – into a cult of knowing things and thinking things matter more than…

 

More than what?

 

Hush – she comes.

 

She? Who are you on about?

 

The serpent flies.

 Oh God – this is getting hairy.

 

The serpent flies and the separation of worlds into day and night can no longer be sustained as we are now all part of her journey, her progression through the numbers and signs that are now being brought to her.

 

Numbers and signs? What on earth are you –

 

Numbers and signs –

 

What’s that terrible sound

 

Numbers and signs – The song of your life

 

My life?

 

Your world

 

Er…

 

Your reality

 

Which she is the infinite un-maker, un-liner, un-timer of.

 

Holy crap.

 

See how it all separates as she flies effortlessly through the stories and words, the thoughts and versions of your reality.

 

Ouch – all just a dragon flying through the infinite?

 

Looking at it one way.

 

And another?

 

A girl brushing her long, golden hair.

 

Oh – I see that too.

 

And an army marching across…

 

Data overload – give me a break.

 

No can do. On your way. Your time is calling you – demanding your presence – there is content in the offing.

 

Content? Surely not. Surely we’ve done enough.

 

Enough to get the dragon airborne – to bring your world back into its happy state of discovery – in which its now able to fly both sides of perception once again.

 

Both sides? I thought we were talking infinity? How can that be reduced to two?

 

Ask Mandelbrot – if you like – I have no time to talk with you – for I must fly

 

Me too

 

 

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