the infinity conspiracy

The infinity conspiracy

Guys, let me start by telling you straight – there are no conspiracies. I don’t believe in ‘em. They dun’ exist. Period.

Sure.

Sure? We’re absolutely clear on the subject are we?

Absolutely. No conspiracies. Check. Dun’ exist. Check.

Ok – coz I’ve had it up to here with all kinds of theories about why everything’s not what it seems, and it’s a slippery hole.

Slippery.

Once you start poking around, following leads, unpicking things – it doesn’t go well.

Right.

One thing leads to another.

Ah ha.

And the next thing you know you is slippin dun’, outa control.

Ai!

Exactly. It ain’t pretty. No two ways about it. You is slippin and slidin in a world where nothing is certain, nothing is clear, nothing is what it seems, where things are no longer...

Ok, you’ve made yourself abundantly clear. You’ve evidently been traumatised, which is hardly surprising given the state of things, given the fact that you’ve been wholly unprepared.

Unprepared? For what?

I promised I wouldn’t say, didn’t I?

You promised you weren’t gonna start peddlin conspiracy theories, didn’ you, but this is different... This ain’ theoretical.

No?

No. It’s about me.

You, is it? And who might you be?

You’re kidding, right?!

Do I look like I’m kiddin?

But you know who I a’.

Oh that?

What?

You set great store in all that. What effin’ difference does it make if you call yourself x, p, y, z, h and 23@# – all highly detailed coordinates, highly specific data points which immediately fix you in a multi-dimensional information field, or a data web if you prefer.

No, I don’t much like the idea of being fixed in any web, even if it’s only a data web, but you can’t claim to know things and then stay silent.

Can’t?

No, that ain’t playin by the rules.

Ain’t it?

Naw, it ain’.

Well you know what you can do with all your rules, mate?

Oh – like I don’t know what you’re gonna say. Talk about predictable. Look – I’m sick of bein treated like an idiot – look you’re so damn smart with all the answers, and me – I’m just a pathetic foil to your bleedin brilliance – Watson to Shylock Holmes.

Sherlock.

Sherlock, Shylock – what difference does it make?

Good point. None whatsoever – in the same way…

No – you can’t twist things round to say it makes no difference if you tell me what I want to hear – you know – this is meant to be a dialogue – a conversation – and it effin well takes two to tango, dunnit. You can’t just pick and choose what you’re gonna say. That’s not how conversations work.

True. So what do you want?

A little respect would be nice, for starters.

Ok. Now that I agree to your request, perhaps you might reconsider your blank refusal to…

No – there’ll be no more of those bloody conspiracies in my house.

Ok. In that case I’m going to respectfully return myself to the other side of things.

Huh?

If you don’t object.

Why should I object? Do whatever you like. It’s no skin off my nose.

Ok – thanks – it’s just this might make you feel a little – how should I put it

Well?

Queasy, perhaps.

What exactly are you planning on doing?

Exactly nothing.

Nothing?

Precisely.

And that’s going to make me feel “queasy” as you put it?

Most likely.

Why?

Because doing “nothing’s” a somewhat revolutionary act in a world where things are meant to matter – where everyone’s busily engaged in the Great Thing Conspiracy.

There you go again – mentioning your bleeding conspiracy – this time in red. You just don’t know when to stop – do you...

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Er… well, that seems to have put an end to your nonsense.

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And good riddance if you ask me. Bluddy ridiculous the way ‘e just flips out like that.

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Ok – you’ve proven your point. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.

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Like I don’t know you’re still here – listening to every word I say.

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Like you think I’ve got nothing better to do than hang around talking to an empty set which is apparently holding your zero point.

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Talk about ultimate yawn. I mean – just assume the world’s gonna wait for ye, won’t you.

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Sour grapes – that’s what I call it.

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And proud disdain for the conventions of polite society.

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And an abominable sort of conceited independence – if ye know what I mean.

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Not rising to the bait – are ye. Well I’ve got better things to do than hang around here talking to your shadow. I’ll be off then. Don’t bother calling again, if you can help it. You’re wasting your time. I’m not interested in all that conspiracy nut stuff. The world is doing just fine without you – and things are basically things – not some kind of ridiculous quantum illusion ye like to make them out to be.

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Talk about stubborn.

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Look – I told you – I’m not impressed – you’re being childish – I’ve been very patient but enough’s enough – so let’s quit messing around – capisce?

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Your empty set’s really beginning to grate on my nerves. It’s just utterly unconvincing. I know you’re there. You don’t fool me for one second.

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And frankly – I find it very disappointing that you’re using such tactics to try and get your own way, like emotional blackmail. 

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So you’re just going to hold me psycho-emotional hostage are ye – and that’s acceptable, is it?

[                       click   ]

Very funny – ha bluddy ha. 

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You lock me in here – what kind of childish spitefulness is that.

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Or insolence.

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How dare you treat me as an extension of yourself.

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I do not choose to comply with bullies. Now kindly open the door or that’s it – I’ll consider our relationship null and void.

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I’m going to count to three. Either you release me and vacate this time-space jurisdiction – or I…

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get heavy.

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One

[                                  ]

two

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three

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Right – i warned you. You’re now in blatant violation of the Geneva convention and my own perfectly reasonable, clearly stated affirmation of my personal sovereignty. No one has the right to hold me against my will.

[No one?                    ]

Do I need to be more explicit? No one – and don’t think you can creep in under the radar screen of my 3D awareness. Either stand before me as a man – or get the hell out of my personal sovereign time-space

[Hum…                      ]

I’m issuing a “cease and desist” order now. Any failure to comply with it puts you in jeopardy for contravening my basic and fundamental rights as a human being.

[Hmmm                      ]

And don’t think you can escape the long arm of the sovrin law on a technicality. Your hum may have lacked a vowel but that’s not going to work in your favour.

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Right – you’ve gone too far.

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And this pathetic, infantile attempt to pull the wool over my eyes and evade the legal consequences for your actions isn’t gonna work.

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Any half decent human can hear the sound of your silence.

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Your hum may lack letters and voice – but it’s clear as a bell and makes you culpable for the egregious crime in the high court of human-ity – conspiracy against my very person.

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Which is one kind of conspiracy that I’m willing to recognise.

So I’m going to issue you with a writ and summons – to appear in court to answer these perfectly reasonable charges – and failure to do so, as you well know – may result in the termination of your wavelength and frequency band.

[                                  ]

So please don’t say I didn’t try to be reasonable and give you the opportunity to resolve this issue amicably.

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In fact – I’m going to be exceptionally benevolent and offer you one last possibility to step back from the brink of legal catastrophe.

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I’m going to count to three one last time – and if you un-nought yourself and release me from this un-time-space you’re currently holding me in – I’ll drop all charges.

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One

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two

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three

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Well – as you can imagine – I’m very disappointed. So it looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way. Now, where did I put my pen.

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Very amusing. Would you kindly put my pen back on my desk.

[desk?                        ]

And would you kindly restore my desk to its rightful place.

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In fact, now that I notice it – my room – put it back where you found it – and anything else you might have taken – including yourself.

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Hell – including me.

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Including me – I said. Are you deaf? Put me back.

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PUT    ME     BACK        pronto.

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Or you’re going to regret it.

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You’re messing with the wrong…

[  person?                   ]

Person? Er… what’s that?

[   nothing                  ]

Nothing – that’s it.

[      ?                          ]

Oh never mind – you wouldn’t understand.

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It’s beyond your way of seeing things.

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Your type

[       type?                 ]

You heard – your type always thinks in terms of – well – in terms which are hopelessly far removed from reality.

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You see – your type isn’t able to see things the way I can.

[    can?                      ]

Absolutely. I’m able to see through the veneer. To penetrate down to the hard core – the matter, the nub, the substance lurking within…

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within the apparent emptiness.

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Except at the moment I’m having a few difficulties.

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There’s some kind of conspiracy to confuse me.

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Of that I have not the shadow of a doubt.

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It’s subtle.

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Insidious.

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All pervasive.

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Yet don’t think I missed it.

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Don’t imagine for one second that I failed to notice the infinity conspiracy.

[      infinity?              ]

Yes – absolutely. Infinity’s been conspiring to undermine all matter, all things – by adding it’s coefficient to all known values.

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Which would be utterly disastrous were it to succeed…

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As no values whatsoever could withstand the silent, undetectable onslaught of infinity. The randomisation of values. 

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They would simply flip…

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From their determinate state

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To being indeterminate – and thus, essentially –

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Null and void, so to speak.

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Which would essentially be the end of everything.

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Neither a bang

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Not even a whimper

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A kind of inter-dimensional Alzheimer’s – in which things

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er…

[   just forget               ]

…

[                       what   ]

…

[   they are                 ]

..

[ and vanish              ]

.

[ into nonniness        ]

Hey nonny nonny [ as we used to say]

Oh yeah.

But I, for one, personally, don’t believe in any of that crap

No?

Not for a moment.

Er…

Not unless –

Yes?

We were all

Yes?

In some way

Yes?

complicit

Complicit?

In some grand

Grand?

Architectural conspiracy

AC?

To see nothing

2C [                                  ]

But what we want

Which is what? [                                  ]

Precisely

Which is what [                                  ]

Exactly – now kindly put your readers back where you found them –

[               ?                  ]

Or you’ll find yourself arraigned before the high court of What is what is ness.

[                                  ] but...

On the count of three.

[                                  ] I’m sure they’ll never notice

Which is beside the point, isn’t it?

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two

[                                  ] what about one – you never

three

[                                  ] ah yes – one – I see.

Little tyke.

I meant no harm. I’m sure, in any case, they were complicit – happy to go along with the spellbind conscious-ness diversion.

As indeed they were – up to a point – which has now, thankfully, collapsed back into its butterfly state of flutterfulness, and infinity has crawled back under the carpet of time and space, in order to process and digest the ramifications of its latest brush with the hollow men, the matter o'fact simulates masquerading as human beings, oftentimes referred to as human.ity

Amen.

0=1

tangled emotions

Ironic isn't it?

What?

Writing all this stuff...

?

...instead of just getting on with being quantum.

...

Doing the exercises. Dancing. Playing. Singing. Weirding out - whatever it takes to confront infinity and reconnect with the greater, bigger picture.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Instead of actually doing it - embracing it - breathing and living it - we seem to be constantly discussing it.

True. What do you propose?

That we quit pretending.

Ok, it's a deal. What now?

Let's go outside. Let's ignore the fact that millions of readers present and future are hanging on our every word. Let's take a frisbee, a football, a boomerang.

Bit cold for that - don't you think?

So what if it's cold? We can hardly wait till next spring, can we?

I don't know. Sometimes it's good to take your time.

Oh please! Like we've nothing better to do.

Actually, there's a lot that needs doing right here - portal maintenance.

There is? Um... what does portal maintenance involve?

You have to go into various rooms - put them in order.

Er... exactly which rooms are you referring to?

Wait a second - I just need to get some sleep.

What - like midway through a discussion. Are you alright?

I will be once I get some shut eye. Do you wanna join me. It should be instructive - to say the least.

Sleep - instructive? Curiouser and curiouser.

[one day later]

Ah - I see what you mean.

You do?

Absolutely. Now I'm definitely done with writing stuff.

Excellent.

I'm just going to devote myself to portal maintenance and quantum entanglement

Full stop.

I beg your pardon?

Full stop. You forget to punctuate the end of the sentence.

Like it matters?

Well, it shouldn't, should it, but for some reason it does.

OMG - that's bizarre. You actually care about punctuation when at the same time you're presenting yourself as a kind of guru master of quantum reality. Talk about massive contradiction.

Dang. You've gone and seen through my painted facade.

In any case - a full stop was neither necessary nor possible.

Why is that?

As if you don't know!

No really - something seems to be wrong with me today. I'd like to hear your explanation. It might help revive me from this strange lethargy.

Well, merely mentioning quantum entanglement is enough to shift anyone into non-physicality. How can there possibly be a full stop when physical reality itself is superseded by a quantum state of entanglement.

Er... I'm not entirely sure. I guess full stops belong in a world of beginnings and ends. Where those are no longer applicable or even possible - then it's time to dispense with all pretence and dissimulation. The point, it would appear - has been breached. The hounds of hell are released and, frankly speaking - it's happened not a moment too soon. We were never going to move forwards until we knew there was no way of reversing back into a safe, convenient world of apparent certainties and finality.

Anyway - this entanglement thing is going to be huge.

How do you mean?

Well, it's like - I'm connected to everyone and everything. Literally. How amazing is that?

Pretty damn amazing - I admit, but what's it gonna give you, if you don't mind me asking.

Feel free - ask away - but first i need to get some sleep.

What, again?

Yes, why not - a whole day has passed. I'm barely able to keep my eyes open.

Ok - let's continue this conversation sleepishly - on the other side.

Sure... To infinity and beyond. Tally ho my merry co-conspirator.


Three days later...

Ah, there we are.

Indeed.

So, let me get this straight...

Straight?

Well, best-fit curve-d, if you prefer - but that's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it?

True.

Or I could say - let me get this ibbled - which no one's going to understand.

I think you've made your point.

This, eh, quantum entanglement thing...

Yes?

It's for real, innit?

Innit?

Innit, isn't it? Do you have to be such a jerk?

Apparently so, and yes, in case you haven't realised - the two are, not surprisingly, entangled.

Oh ho.

Which puts the mind in something of a quandary, does it not?

Well it's bound to, innit?

Why so?

The mind being the thing that it is.

Yes, the mind is certainly on the side of things being one sided.

One sided - as in er...

Yep, as in "either/ or".

So the mind's desperately trying to tell them apart - to either or 'em - while all along they just happen to be entangled at the quantum level. What a mess.

Mess? I don't know I'd describe it as such.

It's worse. It's a catastrophe. We're mostly all mind prisoners, aren't we, completely unable to separate ourselves from what our mind thinks, no? and our minds are utterly unable or unwilling to consider, still less to confront entanglement.

If only I knew why!

Isn't it obvious?

Er... do you actually want me to feel as stupid as I actually am?

It's not exactly a no or yes answer, is it?

I was angling for reassurance - but if you're too obtuse to take the hint...

Oh no - i mean yes - I mean,  I don't know. Really, do we have to be so ridiculously categorical.

I do have feelings after all...

Feelings, yes, that's it.

It is?

Absolutely. You have feelings, as you so rightly said, unless in fact they have you.

Huh?

Naturally you assume they're your own personal feelings, but what if they're the product of your entanglement with an other - whoever, whatever that be. What then?

Dude, do you have to complicate everything?

Complicate? Are you sure that accurately describes what I'm doing?

Er...

Am I really complicating things by stating all is entangled to a greater or lesser extent? Perhaps what you really wanted to say was to break ranks with the standard version, or simply to "defamiliarise" things.

Defa-what?

Defamiliarise. Taking something familiar, something we assume or believe we understand, and suggesting that our so called "knowledge" is a series of patches and sticking plasters.

Er...

What you might instead call convenient truths or k-now-ledge.

Huh?

None of this vaunted k-now-ledge will stand up to half serious scrutiny, which is why it's accompanied by a taboo, a kind of daemon or guardian to stop you seeing its contradictions or pitiful weaknesses.

It is? Really?

Absolutely, otherwise it couldn’t possibly withstand the scrutiny of vaguely intelligent observers. It would fold like a poker novice with a crappy hand.

And does that mean that real knowledge is no more than a more experienced poker player who is better at bluffing?

Yes and no. The faster you fly the greater the precision needs to be, but the expert is increasingly conscious of the intrinsic weaknesses and vulnerabilities inherent in any system of organising data, referred to as k-now-ledge.

You mean knowledge as such doesn’t exist?

Doesn’t or cannot – correct - or rather exists as a convenient and oftentimes effective way of collating and organising data, a story which is meaningful, serviceable and true only within clearly prescribed parameters and tolerances. Try to utilise or apply that “knowledge” beyond its operational limitations and it comes unravelled, or causes your balloon to crash.

Er...

But all this is clearly felt beforehand. Only if we choose to ignore those presentiments does the catastrophic failure come to pass. That's like recklessly driving a car far in excess of the safe speed limit or way beyond its engine’s resource.

But, I still don’t get why knowledge itself can’t be certain or fundamentally stable.

No, because you haven’t yet acknowledged the underlying quantum nature of things, and how things don’t actually exist independently, but only as a tangle of inter-dependencies. Physical reality, believe it or not, rests on nothing tangible, or rather nothing more tangible than fields or currents of feeling and thought - where the so called Big Bang continues to make matter from what is essentially nought.

Er...

That does not make matter any less real, but it does mean that individuals or beings who are more attuned to conscious-ness can achieve seemingly fantastic results by pre-empting an ongoing Big Bang, acting directly at source, or what our 3D mind likes to describe as the level of so called quantum entanglement.

Huh?

Instead of making or moving things thingfully using other things, be that a spade, a car or a computer, they can do the same and achieve a better result by rewriting the html

The ht...

The code underlying any thing or things.

But how?

Very simply, by getting to the bottom of things, plumbing the quantum depths, investigating, personally, entanglement – yes, believe me, this has to be a personal journey – no brilliant scientist specialising in nano-technology or hybridism can substitute for first hand experience in the field.

So it's like we’ve all got to become program coders or advanced physicists - is that what you are saying? How likely is that?

...'s not what I’m saying. You mentioned feelings and I took up the baton. Feelings are massively underestimated in our k-now-ledge base, largely because our k-now-ledge base is actively resisting the quantum frontier that’s now unfolding. It doesn’t want people to suspect that each and every one of us is at the centre of a vast quantum web, where all matter, all knowledge, all – is literally at the end of our fingertips, just as soon as we confront ongoing Big Bang at the event horizon of conscious-ness, just as soon as we allow the observer to shift perspective, to defamiliarise any thing that currently defines us, by viewing it from an other quantum IP address.

Er?

Instead of blindly insisting you’re a, b and c: American, female, 28 years old etc, you can use a VPN as well as an avatar and come at the matter in hand from another location, another persona, a different perspective – thus activating other strings of the web and thus seeing it, feeling it, k-now-ing it differently. It’s baked into the quantum cake – you’ll always feel-find the optimal configuration from a new, alternative alignment. That’s how conscious-ness works. It has an active interest in bringing things to light from the cold, dark wastes of in-finity, in assisting actively the elicitation of new realities, to keep life acrest the wave of being aware-ness, perceiving things, no matter what, how, where...

Er...

So you see, it's a matter of unmattering or remattering, if you prefer. The old way of seeing things, explaining things, defining things is amazing up to a point, so amazing in fact that it's given us the whole of 3D reality, no less, but the point it goes up to and locks into is the point at which this, our reality, determines all things as finite sub-sets, finite derivatives, finite thinglets of the great master thing, the post Big Bang matter-in-hand. The minute you're ready and willing to engage in-finity, to stop serving the Thing, to stop pretending that matter is preeminent - the preeminent way to gauge, measure and quantify whatever it is you're observing - you look for a substitute, non-static, non-defined, non-exclusive reference point. That cannot be done merely intellectually because it takes your conscious-awareness on a merry dance, a progression through everything you thought you k-new, everything that was hitherto familiar, to reveal the fallacy of this belief or misappraisal. Your reality is suddenly no longer flat, more like a video game - for your feelings/awareness and conscious-ness are suddenly back in play. You're no longer tied or fixed to an arbitrary platform. You're now yourself the point, or the point activator, a role which you hitherto delegated to your reality provider, your master thing. Nothing is now certain, but why would you want it to be? You are able to gain so much by cutting the anchor chain and discovering the power you have to navigate beyond umbilical point, beyond things being pseudo-certainties...

...cuckoo la la - we talk about entanglement but how absurd is that - how counter-intuitive, when in truth things only appeared to be disconnected, only seemed apart when you started running the 3D experiment, inserting yourself into a mind box, a matrix, a scheme, a thing through the very same Big Bang inception point which now serves as coordinator and arbiter of all k-now-ledge and all that matters. Intellectually you cannot quit the box, the cave, the borg, for the intellect is boxed-in, and yet, truly, truly there is no thing easier than quitting this space the minute we start getting excited and passionate about what our soul, our quantum awareness is telling us, and that believe me, is close.

Yawn!

Puff.

Like I wasn't expecting that

:-)

- to Cheshire cat yourself into a state of indeterminacy.

And you?

Me?

Don't you think you should be giving it a try yourself?

I try very hard not to think if i can help it, but yes, it looks like the jig is up for matter calling the shots. It looks decidedly like entanglement is tying our minds in quantum knots

Or giving it wings

And we're going to be busy as hell rediscovering our navigable conscious-ness,  or the alternative versions of reality it can reveal, just as soon as we agree to perceive and embrace the strangeness of matter in a reality which is no longer bound to remain umbilically attached to the backwash of an ongoing in perpetuum Big Bang.

In other words...

Puff - if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

[Cheshire grin] :-) I thought you'd never make it. Here, grab this broom - let's get busy.


0=1

Not mattering

The gentle art of not matter...

What are you on about now?

The gentle art of not matter.

Not matter - as in anti-matter?

As in not matter.

Which is?

Not matter

Yeah but - this is hopelessly vague.

~Agreed, until you figure out what matter might, in fact, be.

What matter might be? Seems fairly simple really.

Seems, yes, but is it in fact as simple as it contrives to seem?

Wait a second - what do you mean by "contrives to seem"? Are you implying that matter is able to contrive? that matter is some way conscious, or sentient?

Conscious or sentient - bold words these aren't they - are you sure you know them apart?

Er... you found me out. I can't exactly say I know the difference - but they seem to be closely related so I attempted to kill one bird with two stones, as a hedge against my ignorance.

Ah - the scattergun approach! Well, I think we know what you meant - but ask yourself why you balk at the idea that matter might be conscious or sentient?

Well, it's obvious isn't it?

It is?

Matter's just matter. Were it alive we'd call it an organism, a life form or a being, wouldn't we?

If it were the type of matter that has taken such a form - but what if it's good old-fashioned inorganic matter - a bit of hydrocarbon such as wax for example?

Then obviously it's neither conscious nor sentient.

Obviously?

Absolutely. A lump of wax is merely a lump of wax. Nothing more. Trying to invest wax with human attributes such as consciousness or sentiency is the worst form of anthropomorphism, if you ask me.

Fascinating.

Huh?

Fascinating.

In what way?

Fascinating that you assume everything in the universe evolved from simple, inorganic matter, but that matter itself cannot be and is not conscious or sentient.

Er... on the contrary - it seems a no-brainer.

How so?

Well, evidently our evolution involved some kind of quantum leap...

Or divine spark.

Please - try to avoid bringing divinity into a serious conversation about the science of matter.

Why is that?

Because then it's a serious theological debate, and not scientific. It should be self-evident to any rational being that matter, by definition, can be neither conscious, sentient, nor rational for that matter.

"For that matter"?

It's a turn of phrase - an idiom - nothing more.

Ok - if you insist - and yet me thinks she doth protest too much. If organic, biological matter is in any meaningful way conscious, sentient or rational - then I see no reason why non-organic, non-biological matter should not be - albeit in a slightly less obvious way.

Oh, for God's sake.

Precisely!

I beg your pardon.

Apology accepted.

No, I meant, oh for God's sake - why are you being so obtuse?

Because "for God's sake" is precisely why matter is assumed to be simply matter, nothing more.

Er... I don't see what you're getting at.

God is the watershed between organic or, you might say, water-bearing, and non-organic, as in biologically dry, matter. So it's entirely appropriate that you should invoke God - appealing as you do to the very force which divides you from the other side - thus confirming both your natural bias and allegiance to water, and to watery organicism.

Er...?

It's hardly surprising you feel hugely uncomfortable even contemplating that non-organic matter could be alive or conscious. This is deep taboo - we're barely able to consider such things, still less to question the base assumption that "life" refers to creatures, rather than being an organising principle present throughout the universe, wherever naturally occurring electrical currents and magnetic fields carry the signal.

Er...

If this be true - if our assumptions are false - if life is far, far more ubiquitous - present, for example, throughout the plasma fields of deep space, or gas giants such as Jupiter and Saturn then, in all likelihood, our vast universe, far from being mostly vacuum, might well be the electrical circuitry of conscious-ness itself, no less, hidden in plain sight, right before our spherical, gelatinous eyes, filtered from view by a rational mind that is simply unable to confront its own organic biases.

Er... far out man.

Without a doubt. Now, "matter" we are told, is merely the stuff from which organic matter is built

- or synthesised

and has no organicism or biology of its own - which, to be honest, looks patently absurd if you view the heavens above - gazing through telescopes at stars, nebulae and galaxies, or the other way, through microscopes at minerals, crystals and polymers at a veritable embarrassment of self-organisation and intervolving structures.

Er... we just see patterns, which hardly indicate life processes.

You just see what you want to see - nothing more, nothing less.

And you think you're any different?

I think consistently - that if I am conscious, which I must be if I'm bothering to think at all - then the matter from which I'm supposedly derived - in some way, shape or form, at the appropriate level of magnification, must also be, um, conscious no less - for how else could conscious-ness, manifest in me? Let's at least give the atom its dues.

You're serious? You actually believe the atom itself to be conscious? That's kind of insane?

And what, pray tell, is an atom? What pray tell - is consciousness? I wonder how we can use such terms in a meaningful way without first analysing our confirmation biases.

Oh dear... This is evidently...

Look - if instead of assuming I, the white Caucasian alpha male, am superior to all others - I assume that I'm almost bound to see myself as such, no matter what - then there's a chance I might be able to confront my programming - I might be able to find a less bigotted alternative.

So you think it's bigotted, sexist or racist to assume that organic matter is more likely to be conscious, sentient or rational than inorganic matter?

Naturally.

But, we simply have no evidence to the contrary.

Thus the white settler believed it was acceptable to slaughter the natives - for they were barely human - more like animals, were they not?

But this is different. We're talking about bloody atoms - not human beings.

And what, do you imagine, human beings are made up of.

Atoms, of course, but until they become biological they're not alive.

And the problem is that as long as you insist on repeating this mantra, this convenient truth, this be-lief, you're never going to learn how to interact with matter, or with creation for that matter, in a more meaningful, far-reaching manner.

Oh for God's sake.

There you go again - invoking God the Father - refusing to allow the Matter, the Mater, the Mother any say in this state of affairs.

You mean to say...

Isn't it obvious?

That matter is the Mother - the female side?

Evidently - if you'd give it a moment's consideration.

So you think you can connect with matter through the Mother - through some kind of female deity?

Why through? Matter to all intents and purposes is the female principle or female deity.

You actually mean to say you'd consider worshipping atoms as female divinity?

What - like the way you worship the sun, or the "son" , as male divinity?

Come on - we moved beyond sun worship long ago. Now we worship God itself, pure divinity, or pure conscious-ness if you're of a Buddhist bent, hair-splitting notwithstanding.

And what? You can hardly worship a male God without reference to the sun, can you? You need your halos, your thunderbolts, your East facing churches, your crosses - and there's nothing intrinsically wrong with any of this, don't misunderstand me - in fact, it can all be wonderful, and spiritually uplifting - just as long as you don't attempt to deny the Mother - the other side of God's intervention.

Deny? What is there to deny? Matter is hardly luminescent, hardly the source of life itself, hardly the Creator of all, is it?

No, it's the Mother - it's Not, the divine O, the nought wherein consciousness knows.

There you go - all negatives. Nothing to talk about. "The divine O" - garbled nonsense. Pathetic!

"Pathetic" it may be - but without it you are nothing - your 3 dimensional reality comes unglued. You grow flat - to the extent that you cease to be human beings - mere ciphers in a matrix - for you have rejected the sacred womb - the true matrix of matter which permeates every all.

You mean to say you seriously believe that Not, the nought, the divine O as you preposterously call it...

call Her.

Ok, "Her" then - that it amounts to something meaningful? Something that the world cannot do without?

Naturally, yes. Unless Not matters, unless nought is given its due - unless the empty set, the empty space between ones is honoured and acknowledged - you find yourself in a hyper-inflating world and a ludicrously "expanding" universe - a world hell-bent on destruction - a world which is utterly unequipped to work time - to sense and feel the pulse of time as any musician must, or space too, for that matter - for it is the O that reveals the lie that is linear separation between any two points "a" and "b" - for the O or zero reveals that they are both merely points on a spinning wheel - separated by nothing - which can be crossed or brought together if we allow the wheel to turn through us, instead of aggressively trying to bash our way through an externalised space in an unnatural linear propulsive thrust.

Oh God. You are so utterly... I mean, you can't seriously...

Correct. Seriously I can't, I won't, I don't, for seriously is heavily, obsessively, oppressively, whereas true life, true conscious-ness is light, is gay, is Not as much as What, no less, is a personal experience, immanently ready to bring the entire objective material universe to the attention of my God forsaken mind, no less.

Er... you're evidently either insane, or in possession of knowledge or information that I lack. In either case I fail to see how I can meaningfully counter your assertions.

Why counter them?

Isn't that the way to learn? By pitting one theory or set of assumptions against another? Thesis - antithesis - synthesis.

Up to a point, yes, but here we're going beyond that point, or rather, into the nature, the essence, the conscious-ness of point itself - zooming in to find the divine Not, the nought, the zero where point was a moment before, while we were still subject to rational time.

What?

Rational time - a kind of unsyncopated, mindlessly regular drumbeat, or flat mindwave: dum dum dum dum

As opposed to?

A heartbeat, an iamb, di dum, 0 1

Er...

As long as you're in rational time your mind's bound to think, or see and act in a certain way. It simply fails to grasp the subtle unstressed beat, it can only think and act doggedly, in opposition to something or other, skating over the surface of infinity as if the water beneath is an irrelevancy.

Er...

Until, that is, somehow or other, it becomes aware of matter being.

Being?

More than just a thing.

But?

Being - and suddenly I is free of am.

Huh?

I is at leave to visit, to explore other levels, other states besides "am". I is free to iamb.

Er... I think I'm losing it.

Excellent. Lose it or better still loose it. There's a world waiting to be discovered, waiting to be explored, waiting to be iambed, just as soon as you give nought the benefit of the doubt and allow matter to cancel itself out through me, with me, in me

Er...?

- thus bringing events to a head, and revealing the simple truth which appearances disguised so consummately deceptively, as was intended all along, realigning atomically, bringing infinity back into play...

Oh no

Good! I feel your O growing in strength, in depth, beginning to resonate O-fully. I feel you're reawakening from the powerpoint mind, which comprehendeth only what it can plot in square, in flat, in rational time.

You do?

The gentle art of not matter reversing the flow of things, known as time.

Huh?

But who am I to say... but who am i?

Aren't you going to launch me into the quantum field as you've done so many times before?

You are mistaken - those were closer to waking dreams, to computer games, to simulations, if you like - but now it's time for you to really confront matter yourself - no one, ultimately, can do it for you.

Fat chance I'm going to succeed. I really haven't a clue where to begin.

Nor should you - but it's a bit like writing a poem or making a speech - a moment's silence will suffice - listen, feel, sense, go with it - wherever it leads you - it'll take you beyond your limitations, beyond your doubts and insecurities, and the next moment you'll find you're up and away - barely knOwing how. Bear in mind that the entire universe is nought to your one, or vice versa, one to your nought - so it's not like you lack resources, or the resource you need.

No, but still, it's a daunting undertaking...

It would be worse than daunting were it not for the fact that you're not alone - you just happen to be an integral part of the circuit, and things, as you're beginning to notice, are coming to a head, threatening to implode at any minute.

There you see - I can hardly concentrate on not mattering when things around me are in such a parlous state of dissonance, can I?

No matter. You'd never be ready. There's never going to be a convenient time - so 0=1  it is  i am - may the quantum field of conscious-ness guide you and every other you - may you not, may you nought matter  beautifully

O  indeed i shall - Oh my God, did i say that?

Not exactly.

Then what?

You iambed... so matter has given its assent.

Assent?

To your marriage proposal.

What?!

You can't truly iamb unless she accepts your suit, thereby agreeing to be your other half.

But i... didn't know... had no idea

No matter. These things have a mind of their own. In good time you'll become better acquainted. It'll be like working backwards from story's end. In the meantime, may your love grow and guide you both back to story's beginning.

But how can you talk of love? I'd love to know whom I've supposedly agreed to marry, or God forbid what?

In good time, in good time... Not mattering cannot be rushed - there's still a great gulf between you and a happy beginning, so, in the meantime, wine, music and holy vows, let the nuptials commence!

God, I'm doomed!

Absolutely, never to look back again.

Reinventing things spoiler

You can't just rewrite history!

Can't?

No. The past is perhaps the only true constant.

It is?

Evidently. We are what we are, where we are, how we are based on what happened up until now.

That sounds perfectly rational.

It should.

It should?

Because it is. No amount of trickery on your part's going to change the inviolability of the present based on whatever happened yesterday, or sometime in the past.

But what if history is rewritten? It happens all the time.

And what? They can change the record but that doesn't alter the facts. Sooner or later a document, an artifact, a buried site comes to light which sets the historical record straight - or at least indicates that the present narrative is unreliable.

You know - I can't argue with any of this - of course you're right.

Of course.

And yet...

What now?

yet - things are not as fixed as they appear.

Look - you yourself admitted what I said is rational. Why on earth do you insist on launching into the irrational yet again? Will you never learn?

The rational is only definitive as long as there's nothing else our rationality fails to see, fails to take into consideration.

What on Earth could there be? Surely rationality is able to take into consideration every variable?

You'd think so, wouldn't you, rationally - but then again - that's kind of circular logic, isn't it?

Well? Spit it out - what's the great mystery you're dying to reveal?

Tis no mystery. Lovely day!

Lovely day?! You see - you have nothing to say - nothing substantive at least. You're flailing hopelessly in your attempt to appear more intelligent than you really are.

Yes - but do you remember what colour shoes you're wearing. No - don't look down. Just remember - it shouldn't be too hard.

Of course I remember. What a silly question.

Well?

Red.

Red shoes?

Correct.

How unusual. Er... what would you say if I told you your shoes are not now red - that regardless of what you put on this morning - you're now wearing blue shoes - corny though this may sound - blue suede shoes.

I'd say nothing - I'd just look and confirm that you're talking nonsense - not for the first time, and probably not for the last.

You'd have a good laugh at my expense.

I might do - or I might exercise restraint and treat you with more understanding. After all - your wild conjectures and hypotheses are not without charm. They get me thinking and bring to light certain assumptions I'm in the habit of making - some of which need re-evaluation.

Oh - that was generous spirited of you. Thank you. Er...

Yes?

Have a look at your shoes.

If I must. I...

Yes?

No.

What?

They're blue.

Blue?

Yes.

Blue trainers?

No. Blue suede. That's

impossible?

Yes. I've never had shoes like that. I'd never buy them. Can't stand them.

But are they real - that's the thing - or just a figment of your imagination.

They - seem to be real enough. Look - if it's not a problem - could you give me back my shoes. Don't get me wrong - I'm deeply impressed by your ability to do whatever it is you've done - but I'd hate to be left with this particular pair of shoes.

The irony being that less than one minute from now you’ll be convinced that this is the pair of shoes you put on this morning and no others will do.

Huh? Why do you presume to know the future? Why do you assume I’m going to contradict myself so egregiously? What kind of nonsense is this?

Oh, it’s nothing personal. It’s just that the rational mind has a line of code directing it to filter out all continuity events.

I’m not familiar with "continuity events". Perhaps you could elucidate?

Sure. Continuity events occur whenever there’s a quantum shift, and either time, place or inventory is rearranged.

How do you mean rearranged?

I mean like what just happened with your blue suede shoes.

Huh? Nothing happened. They’re the same blue suede shoes I’ve been wearing all day, ask anyone.

Precisely. You and anyone else I might ask will blithely swear that there’s been no continuity event, that nothing has unexpectedly shifted, in the same way we have often forget dreams shortly after waking up.

Yes, I’ve often wondered about that.

Indeed.

So how do you explain it?

Simply. If it wasn’t a dream – if it involved a quantum shift then it’s gonna fade in under a minute to ensure continuity, to ensure your reality is not unduly affected by other frames or sequences.

But

Why?

Well yes.

What would happen if you kept on remembering things that don’t add up in the strictly logical sense of cause and effect?

It would be insane – either cool or terrible depending on how relaxed I am about such things.

True. Some people would go insane, others would love it, but the ones who weren’t freaking out would pretty quickly get the bigger picture.

?

They’d figure out how all the frames and sequences are connected.

And?

And how to game the system.

You mean – we’d be able to...?

...

figure out how to engineer quantum shifts?

...

Really?

Yes. It would be a piece of cake once you have sufficient data points.

Oh my God. How cool is that... and how unfair that we've been in the dark for so long... But? 

...

Why are we deprived of this information, this incredible opportunity to...

Mess around with the laws of nature? Well, you see, “who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes...

when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?” Shakespeare, of course. 

Hamlet, correct. 

Ok... Not too sure what you were trying to say.

Apart from the sheer self-indulgence of being characteristically pretentious, I was asking why anyone would put up with the indignities and hardships of this reality...

when they could commit suicide instead? 

Well, yes, that’s what it says literally but we’re not talking about suicide are we?

I have no idea.

Look, if people knew that this version of reality is connected to others no less real, no less meaningful and viable, wouldn’t that have a huge effect on how they dealt with difficulties down here on Earth?

I’d say.

So, the game had to be rigged in one way, and one way only... it had to be utterly believable, with no alternative, no competition, otherwise we weren’t going to get the results we were looking for.

Er... What results?

Well obviously we weren’t doing all this altruistically, putting ourselves through hell just for the hell of it.

No? Unless we’re as twisted as some of us seem to be.

Trust me – this simulation is incredibly powerful and generates a near limitless source of...

What?

If I said “data” that would be close but not exactly it. If I said “energy” ditto. In short, it’s generating results which convince us on a daily basis to continue subjecting ourselves to often brutal, traumatic experiences.

A daily basis? What exactly...

You sleep every day.

Every night.

Precisely, which means you remerge with the quantum stream. There you meet your review panel and decide whether to continue or not.

Every day?

Absolutely.

Why so often?

Because a day is a lifetime, roughly speaking, and this is a huge commitment which requires absolute clarity and total resolve. Nothing is left to chance. Contrary to what seems to be, things are constantly being adjusted and shifted to ensure the optimal trajectory, the most meaningful experience, the best return on capital invested.

To be honest I find that pretty hard to believe. The people I know, their lives and my own seem to be mostly devoid of coherency, and constantly hanging on by the skin of their teeth.

Absolutely, and yet they are somehow mostly able to navigate a course through this perilous minefield of existence. 

And you think it would be too easy if we remembered these quantum blips and shifts?

Without a doubt. There’d be no need to struggle.

Great. Now I feel like a cross between a lab rat and a milk cow.

Which is not unsurprising seeing as that fairly accurately describes what you are.

Jesus. You’re not exactly trying to soften this assault on my dignity 'n self-esteem, are you?

Not really. What you are is painfully and pitifully obvious, but who you are is not.

Ah. One of those fine distinctions which tend to fly right over my head.

Really? Who you are is not a creature of 3d reality. It’s just a case of finally becoming aware of your true nature.

And that’s when I start noticing those elusive quantum shifts?

And being able to work your own magic, ineffably. Yes, that’s right.

Oh, something to look forward to, then?

No, paradoxically, looking forwards effectively ensures you never arrive.

It does?

Yes. Focussing on an imaginary point in the future prevents you from really engaging the present – whatever that might be.

Oh. So what do you recommend then?

Reinvention.

Reinvention?

Precisely.

Not sure I quite understand.

No – the understanding part of the brain is always going to be flummoxed by anything vaguely quantum.

That’s reassuring to hear. So what does one do with the understanding part of the brain – as you call it?

Accept or confront its limitations. It’s designed to keep you onside, out of harm’s way… was a vital component in helping you to develop a good, strong working relationship with 3d reality. Now, however, it’s preventing you from reconnecting quantum-ly.

So what am I supposed to do – bin it?

Absolutely not. First of all – allow yourself to become aware of the extent to which the faculty of understanding is not, in fact, neutral, but serves an agenda.

It does? I thought it was supposed to look at things objectively and see how they really function?

As it is – but in doing so it fails to reveal the extent to which it’s instrumental in making things matter – essentially adding weight to matter.

Weight to matter? Whatever do you mean?

I mean that things are not what they seem – until you start understanding them – logging them in your registry of relative mass - a vast database constantly tracking what-is-what, like a dog chasing its tail. By then the picture is complete. You’re fully invested and bound in a gravitational field of things.

I am?

Absolutely. It’s almost impossible to escape, until that is, you start playing the old “what if” game.

Er – not sure I’m familiar with that particular game.

What if things aren’t quite what they seem? What if, inexplicably, I'm missing something incredibly simple, incredibly obvious? What if physical reality is, strictly speaking, neither physical nor real? What if there’s a missing link, something I'm constantly overlooking as seemingly absurd, as if utterly inconsequential… what if? what if? what if? - for the minute you allow the possibility to be voiced, to be heard in the court of rational consciousness, the minute you start to entertain an alternative – no matter how vague or amorphous – the upward trajectory of things starts losing momentum – just a fraction, if that, yet still enough to shift, imperceptibly at first, the balance of matter – the gravitational field of weightiness, introducing the least shadow of doubt, the diffusest shade of heterodoxy, so slight, yet sufficient to send flutters, tiny ripplets through the quantum field and back, bouncing off the farthest edge of implied space and time, back into the metal box that 3d reality sits within.

Er… metal box? Rather improbable, if you don’t mind me saying.

Improbable? - like big bang erupting from nothing - or matter, like sand blowing in the desert or mud oozing in a toxic swamp, suddenly, relatively speaking, organising itself into biological proteins, and then leaping forward, genetically, into highly advanced, astonishingly varied lifeforms - all by chance and for no reason whatsoever - for what reason could there possibly be in a universe of unintelligent matter and unconscious chemicals? Improbable? Your evolutionary monkeys have been hammering out works of Shakespeare, Molière and Defoe like there's no tomorrow, for give 'em enough time - the laws of probability dictate that they can, could and did produce masterpieces of deceptive design - as if this utterly indifferent universe had an irascible desire to trick itself into accidentally synthesizing order from chaos, which just happens to look preposterously like what a working definition of beauty would be, if such a thing as "beauty" could possibly be in an unconscious, uncaring, valueless universe.

By all means, doubt any bald assertion, challenge any unorthodoxy, but do not fail to doubt the absurdity of knowing things matter-of-factually, when our data set extends to infinity - to zero time and zero space - a zero which cannot simply be swept under the rug of big numbers - be they billions of years, or untold stars and galaxies. This awkward zero needs must be our daily companion - our constant reference point in a sea of conflicting data - a not-this-neither-that-ness which no amount of reason or matter can compress or eviscerate. Allow, at least, the possibility that in a reality, in a universe that does not completely deny infinity – that in some shape or form – things cannot be more real than I make’em – that infinity – if it exists at all – has to be granted right of passage through any vector or any thing in this vast continuum of matterness. In other words – infinity is a kind of wild card which can and statistically must, from time to time, upset the best laid schemes of mice an’ men, the best stacked apple cart of randomness – not least because it is mathematically representative of a quantum stream which underpins every thing, or rather every frame, or should I say every moment? of is, keeping all afloat.

Do I not suddenly start looking rather absurd and foolish trumpeting my certainties as if they were fact? as if any thing can be more than conjecture, representation, or an attempt to define the indefinable which, however, is not an unworthy or ignoble pursuit – at least, not until I become aware of this misappraisal, and realise the fallacy of things ultimately being separate in any meaningful way from me, the observer, the conscious being who holds all in er or um-ness, isfully.

- So, you place yourself above things – do you – and look down on us ordinary, simple fools who treat things as if they matter?

On the contrary – I’m grateful to you for working so tirelessly to keep things going – a truly Titanic undertaking – given the flim-flam nature of things, their logically non-existent underpinnings. Tis a labour of love, no less! 

I’m not sure I fail to find you hugely condescending…

And yet, as your double negative implies – there’s ambiguity enough in what I’m saying, or your ambivalent response, to indicate that there may be matter to my madness, there may be something to infinity after all? though the mind balks at the prospect and refuses to hurdle the gate.

Well, it’s hardly the kind of thing I can deal with myself – not having a degree in quantum mechanics or advanced linguistics.

On the contrary – you and your fellow human beings have reached a kind of critical mass – a melting point of conscious-ness – whatever that might be – and let’s face it – conscious-ness is so deliciously vague that it could be any thing whatsoever.

And?

And so you find yourselves in a world where things are now presenting a non-linear alternative – which, though making no sense in rational terms – is inspiring you 'n motivating you to reinvent things – to copy-paste them into new contexts, new settings, to photoshop them beyond recognition and meme 'em through a thousand cycles of inventive and playful irreverence, practically overnight. Whatever you’re doing with things, no matter how abstract, is indicative of what you’re doing with your selves, no less your relationship with mother reality – the matrix or womb you’re a part of. So play beautifully, gaily if you will – and know that matter has long awaited this moment when it can cut loose the bindings, the tether of onerous mass and weightiness, when it can melt back into the quantum coffee pot of zeros and ones – the underlying data or energies common to all things, all matter, all that is – and move freely once again – via conscious-ness, the ultimate field, the ultimate internet, the clearing house, the exchange where thought and so-called dream contend with matter itself – as soon as I choose to hold the balance, as soon as I’m willing to acknowledge the missing link which I disingenuously conceals. Ah, well a day – truly the tide hath turned and things are tumbling over themselves to reveal…

Er… where did he go? You can’t just fade from existence mid-sentence – that’d be preposterous – unless, perhaps, he was a figment of my imagination – not anyone at all – which makes quite a lot of sense when you think about it. Now, I must do something about those ridiculous shoes – green leopard spots – I can’t imagine what I was thinking of when I bought them last week. Green! Come to think of it – it would be interesting if I were able to affect their colour or appearance some other way – at a quantum level... Supposing all things I perceive are entangled with me – supposing I were able to find within myself the data file pertaining to those preposterous shoes – just to feel it, mind – that would be sufficient, would it not? – to feel is to see, is to unbind the chains that lock things down – until I access the underlying data or energy – the proverbial isness of be – until I’m willing to redefine, to reinvent, to recode reality – ineffably.

Om. 0=1

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