It’s an interface.
Ok, then what’s the problem?
No problem at all. The interface
does what interfaces do, but that’s all.
You mean...
Yes, it can only give you access
to what you’ve already got. It can’t generate anything that doesn’t yet exist.
But surely everything exists in
some shape or form.
Yes, but what’s that to you? You
can’t just access anything you like unless you’ve established yourself in university.
University? Like the universal
form of whatever i be?
Yep.
And once done what do i get? What
do i have?
You get this...
Alt flicks
a switch – the atoms in his body realign and hey presto...
Hey... Your non-atomic!
Correct. Neither are you when you engage infinity drive.
But, that doesn’t make sense
And atoms do?
Of course they do. They have mass and energy.
Yep, but what are they based on? What holds them
together?
Forces.
Yep, and those forces?
They just are. They simply exit.
Is that so?
Well what else can be the explanation?
i hate to disappoint you Stan but “they simply exist” is
not an explanation.
No?
It’s a bland statement of fact which has reached the
limit of what physical matter can possibly describe.
So you think you can do better?
Well i can’t possibly do any worse, can i?
Look, do you have anything constructive to say?
I might, if you’re willing to examine the basis.
What basis?
The basis of anything: physical or otherwise.
Er...
What’s holding me together?
No idea. You’re opaque.
Correct. I’m zero summed.
Nope. You lost me there.
You are the counterweight to everything in existence, the
entire universe.
I am? That sounds like an awful lot of weight.
Which is why you’re always part of what you’re observing.
Ok.
Unless you decide to base out.
And then what?
And then you’re mortal.
What?!
When you base out you’re finally mortal.
How is that possible?
Because you and the universe are now in direct play
Ah! Without full stops?
Yep
So, at any moment you can meet your totality and cancel
out.
Yes, that’s what happens when you base out. You return to
the basis which is...
Nothing?
In a manner of speaking, yes. Nothing, however, is
itself a thing which is not baseless.
Then what?
The base pair, neither chalk nor cheese, that kind of
thing.
Nice experience?
You could say.
Could? But you don’t want to?
Things being things, how can i? Do you want see what your
“nice experience” feels like from the perspective of base pair?
Er... Is it going to hurt?
Does an atomic ripple hurt?
No idea.
Put your hand on my left shoulder. Ok. Now here we are. Try
to relax... Here’s your “nice experience” as a direct input.
I...
Every atom
in the vast field of star dust constituting Stan is suddenly sorted into
opposing camps – sheep and goats. This is not in any way a “good” or “bad” division
– not in the least – more a sudden realisation that the base pairs are not, in
fact, remotely connected. The very idea that there is or could be any
commonality between them at this moment is painfully and patently absurd. Chalk
and cheese are infinitely closer related, which begs the question, how we ever
assumed or presumed to be human forms bearing some kind of coherent, intrinsic
unity? How this could ever have been pulled off? What was the fudging agent
that papered over the ever-expanding Mandelbrot cracks in the base pair-ology
of existence.
My god!
Yep!
No really... dear god! how? how?
Miracle, isn’t it!
Miracle is more than an understatement of fact. It’s like
assembling bits and pieces from a bric-a-brac sale and somehow persuading them to assume a living
breathing identity on the one hand, while on the other...
On the other becoming a series of atomic reconfigurations
such as an aeroplane that actually flies, a mobile phone with complete
functionality, an iron, a mahogany wardrobe in Edwardian Britain, somewhere in
the vicinity of Earl’s Court Station and a typewriter with a faulty misaligned
“p”, just waiting to be detected in a crime novel.
Ah, you but scratch the surface, yet already you see and
feel the appalling, extraordinary interconnectedness of things and being-ness.
But...
Yep. There’s the rub as Billy puts it.
The rub?
The very same... for who would bear the whips and
scorns of time
th'oppressor's wrong
the proud man's contumely
the pangs of dispriz'd love
the law's delay
the insolence of office
and the spurns that patient merit of th'unworthy takes
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bodkin?
In other words, we are willing to endure hell because
somewhere deep within we’re aware of something else
Uh huh
Something so outlandish, so impossible yet irrefutable...
Uh huh
That we’re willing to accept almost anything that life
throws at us because...
Yes?
Because we are deep within utterly gobsmacked, utterly
blown away, utterly confounded by the fact that life itself
And things
And things, whatever they might be – life’s companionable
corollary, its alter-id – that things in no lesser measure enable us to continue
experiencing this utterly life-like experience of being part of an all-encompassing
unity
a Field?
a oneness of pleasure and pain, of love and its dismal
opposite; of journey, story, waking dream and broken dreary functionality...
Ah yes... wondrous to experience as long as breath there
be in this our living frame of bio-thing-y-ness.
Indeed.
So all the world’s a stage
And every word a bitter-sweet indulgent fond n’ foolish means
to skip o’er the base pairology of things
n' being
the neither here nor there
and never twain shall meet...
Break
So how do you, a non-atomic reconcile the irreconcilable?
How does life itself well up from the cracks in the
pavement, or through the heavy thingedness of asphalt?
No, but seriously... Me thinks i’d go out of my mind
feeling the base pairs constantly, your university.
Ah... Until a god steps into the breach
A god?
Or god, if you prefer, and does as only god can and does
aweaving life
alluring her
who?
Her
you mean love?
who else?!
Luring love herself into his bric-a-brac world of neither
random nor haphazard things
As a poet lures beauty or truth into his pro forma fabric
of words
Ah me – tis indeed so
And thus ever and anon
we ride upon the comet’s trail
the coat tail of infinity
And meaning, mean a lesser expression of all we would be
ineffably
were not we stuck between
the base pairs of sigh
a rock
a dream
a refusal to oh
to... indeed
0=1
enuffity
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