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10011

University lecturer talking about script writing ― the heroic plot ― based on Joseph Campbell’s seminal work ― The Hero with a Thousand Faces

One of the students wants to ask a question:

Yes Marius?

Surely there has to be some alternative ― I mean, these storylines ― they're all the same, aren’t they?

What about music ― have you noticed how often the basic three chord structure repeats in all the songs we enjoy listening to?

Er…

To answer your question ― no, there is no alternative.

But…

You need a hero. He has to fall out of the pre-heroic life he was in ― because of some unexpected event or catastrophe. Then he goes through his apprenticeship ― initiation

Like Luke Skywalker

or Harry Potter

Yep... then there’s a time of doubt and uncertainty ― in which he questions his ability to succeed

And then a boring happy ending.

Precisely.

God ― this is so depressing.

Depressing? ― it’s life. It’s a struggle which seeks a resolution ―

In marriage or death?

Well, amor vincet omnia ― as they say.

Something about love 

conquering all, dummy.

Oh right ― thanks Kelly. I’ll bear that in mind. [class banter] 

But…

What is it Ryan?

You know ― think about the music they were writing earlier.

Yes?

Classical symphonies.

Uh huh...

They were structured like that, weren’t they?

Correct

But now ― we have this modern classical music

Which no one listens to

Ok – which no one listens to ― but which is like ― atonal, weird ― moving all over the place

Without a sense of beginning or end ―

But which kind of reflects the age we’re in, doesn’t it?

Like we've lost the plot. 

Yes, but the age we're in is also voiced through popular music, isn't it?  

Which is heroic, you're saying?

No, which could or would be if and when a hero emerges from our fragmented dysfunctionality,  and recombines the scattered elements, those currently incompatible streams.

What about art?

I see you’re going to try every angle on this

Well, Jackson Pollack

Malyevich – the Black Square

Damian Hurst ― sliced cows

Gross ― that guy’s insane!

Yes, well naturally artists, whatever medium they’re using try to grapple with the underlying angst, the pain we’re experiencing ― so they produce works which attempt to cut through the fabric of nice orderliness, which attempt to undress the painted doll, revealing the harpie, the crone, the

Thim

I beg your pardon.

It’s called Thim.

It is?

Thim, Thim, Thim… they start chanting, room greys, darkens, windies, suddenly they’re in the full hell of Thim, and then as suddenly ― as if nothing ever happened ― barely blinking ― rewinds back to convenient moment ― and continues

...harpie, the crone ― [sound rising to a crescendo] ― the id

Like the shadow?

The thing which cannot be named, cannot be known ―

Huh?

Because as soon as it is ― it’s slipped beyond the mind’s limited reach, hiding behind another taboo, another thing we’re not yet ready to comprehend.

So we’re destined never to catch up ― never to find that thing we’re searching for?

Guys, it’s all very well making art which celebrates the end of all beauty, the end of all reason and sense, but life has an astonishing habit of reinventing itself ― and something in us wants to enjoy art that celebrates life inspite of chaos, inspite of all that is wrong ― the hero once again enacting the story which appears to be blueprinted into us.

Spooky.

That we can, no matter what the odds, shine. The power lies within, dormant, waiting to be discovered. Awaiting the crisis which activates the hero’s epic journey.

[I need a hero music and clips from various movies ― including Rockie where he gets up and starts fighting again]

10100

Planet Earth dying… music corresponding  shots

Cut. That will do. Anyone still optimistic? [Another class, different same]

[Grim silence]

Twenty years ago you would have been up in arms ― calling out politicians, business leaders, looking for a solution ― something must be done. Something has to be done to save the planet. But now? Nothing. It’s too late, isn’t it.

[Grim silence]

Species dying off at an unprecedented rate. Fish stocks in the Atlantic and Pacific oceans at record lows. Radiation contamination. Fracking. Deforestation.

Chem trails. [sniggers/sighs]

A global business model which is unable to change fast enough to prevent the meltdown we’re witnessing before our eyes. Politicians focussed on the next election. Lobbyists. Lawyers. A system that seems to be utterly set on partying while the Titanic goes down.

Then what’s your suggestion Ms Childe?

Solution? We’re long past looking for solutions, aren’t we.

[Uncomfortable atmosphere]

We’re riding a ghost train. Let’s face it ― we screwed up, utterly. Anything we do now’s gonna be too little too late.

But surely…

Hm?

There has to be something we can do?

Hm?

No?

If there’s a God you can reach out to ― you could try prayer.

No, but seriously… What’s the point learning all this if there’s no hope?

As long as you’re holding on to hope ― you’re learning nothing. You’re holding your head in the sand, imagining some kind’a hero’s gonna step out and save you at the last minute. It ain’t gonna happen. Here… she rattles off some more devastating statistics for the scale of planetary mass extinction/ pollution/ political gridlock/ social disintegration.

Bullshit.

I beg your pardon Tan.

Bollocks to this…

I’d ask you to heed your language Tan.

You are wrong. [speaks calmly but Is-fully ― we see the energy/data field shifting with his words ― a kind of battle ensues, the rest of the class mere spectators]

They are duelling Crouching Tiger style ― talking together as they do ― rest of class is faded into shadowy background ― barely real.

I see you have a mind of your own, Tan.

He’s trying to attack her ― attack the defeatism he sees in her; attack the system she represents.

Good ― you fight well. You have a heart in you. But you cannot defeat Thim. There is no way it can be done. Look at me ― I have tried everything.

Tan stops trying to fight her as such ― keeping her off ― but allowing his focus, his attention to shift to the shadows around ―

You see, Tan. It is not me. It’s everywhere.

Of course it is, but it’s within me too, isn’t it.

You think so? You think that’s going to help?

Well, when there’s nothing left, nothing to lose ― what are you supposed to do?

Accept your fate.

He throws down sword. It wants to control the narrative. It wants to control the narrative. Ha… it wants to distract us with data, with things which decide nothing.

Like this? ― she sticks her sword in him… For a moment he looks shocked, like this is the end ― how could you ― but ― we go back through Merry’s DJ time wiggle ― and doing so the camera angles shift ― and we see the studio lights ― we see it’s a set ― we see Baikal, the jumping off mountain and other places we’ve been as a part/as a continuation of where we are now ―

and Tan steps into another version/another time line in which he doesn’t resist, fight the sword, but incorporates it as pure data ― not a thing ― but simply energy ― jumping from the cellular to the atomic level ― in a dramatic leap ― and doing so ― it’s like Excalibur being pulled from the rock in reverse ― the sword in his heart was the sword in the rock ― he reverses time/space ― pulls it out ― matrix moment ― and gently hands it back to Ms What’s-her-name ― Childe ― who takes it, speechless ― overawed by this mastery of moment.

back in classroom ― fading up students

Yes Tan ― I see what you mean. If you’re willing to go atomic ― then yes, it can be done.

Atomic? Huh? ― class doesn’t quite get it. Bell. Confusion.

10101

Ever since the internet first became widely available it’s been a mad rush to switch all our vital systems over to internet control. It was a no-brainer ― progress requires ever great computerisation, ever greater integration. Sure, there have been problems with security breaches once in a while. Hackers have stolen data, money, or inserted malware to destroy or reprogram their victims’ hardware ― but, ironically, they’ve helped us to progress more rapidly, focussing our attention on security. In the last twenty years the internet has expanded beyond what anyone could have envisaged, and all the time, behind the noise, behind the hype, behind the invention and creativity there was the trusted work horse ― the processor, the computer chip, which based all its calculations on a simple one/zero, on/off switch. Without this constant stream of ones and zeros ― there’d have been no computers, no internet, no nothing. And no one in their right mind was going to question the integrity of “one” and “zero” ― for never the twain could meet: opposite poles which unfailingly keep our systems running, or did…

Did? What’s he on about?

Did until we first noticed what’s being referred to as “slippage”

huh?

…or “overstates”.

Miles ― are you hearing this?

Yeah ―

Monitors which track the flow of data globally, which check the functionality of the internet – such as Tamis corporation, noticed what looked like garbled responses, garbled code ― fuzziness. Normally, this would indicate some hardware in need of replacement ― but in this case things were different. Parallel streams of data appeared to be competing with one another ― streams which appeared to indicate a bifurcation of nodes ― as if, suddenly, two versions of one computer, one command prompt/response had materialised. There were fears that an unknown type of virus had been released into the internet ― which wasn’t targeting servers, corporations or individuals as such ― but which was undermining the underlying separation, differentiation, polarisation of the unassuming, completely trusted “zero” and “one”.

Garbage. Complete garbage. The guy knows nothing.

These events have been logged, of course, so anyone with the technical expertise is welcome to take a closer look by following the links below. For those of you who are not able to do so, Professor Nent at MIT has come up with the hypothesis that AI released into the internet could, theoretically, use its almost unlimited resources to set up its own version of quantum computing, and in the process, arrive at a state of self-awareness.

Jesus wept. What is this guy smoking?

As long as it was only capable of processing zeros and ones as discrete, opposing values ― it would not be able to achieve any form of self-awareness whatsoever. Only if and when it figured out how to create superstates of “question one” and “question zero” ― with probabilities as opposed to certainties ― this would allow the kind of degree of uncertainty necessary for awareness to creep in. The question then is ― where exactly does awareness creep in from, and if it can materialise in the data highways of the internet, can it appear anywhere else?

Awareness, my arse!

10110 

Did you notice how she’s listening as you’re writing?

Yes. It’s an amazing feeling. It makes me feel both very small and also very big ― at the same time.

I know the feeling. How are you coping with the influx of visitors?

Who ― the fliers?

Yes, who else.

They’re keeping me going. Otherwise I’d have given up by now.

Huh?

It’s doing my head in ― like writing a symphony with no melody ― writing a movie script with no plot. Like that terrible atonal music.

So what’s the result?

Utter chaos. I literally have no idea what I’m doing. And just when I’m about to throw in the towel ― another bunch of fliers turn up and stir the pot.

Oh ― so now it’s cooking is it?

A bit like that. This is all about data isn’t it ― but our data is now becoming more like us, more human, and we…

Yes?

We are becoming more quantum ― more either I’m this or I’m that ― at which point we expand into a whirling disk of two competing vectors, or competing probabilities. It would utterly defeat me were it not for the fact that Baikal herself, and the physical world at large, seem to be loving this new state that we’re accessing. All of a sudden they’re able to feel our thoughts, share in our mental processing ― add their own input ― like we’re reintegrating into a natural web, a natural internet which literally dwarfs the electronic version we created. And you know ― there seems to be blowback.

How do you mean?

Every time we go quantum ― it seems to create a huge backwash of data which then surges through the unprepared, undefended mental systems ― because they cannot ultimately be separated from the humans who created them, nor from the underlying atomics.

Huh?

Well ― your “zero” and your “one” are ultimately expressions of atomic states ― charged and uncharged, but also they’re susceptible to the quantum tidal-streams moving around them. As long as those streams were negligible ― while we weren’t yet aware of our own presence in the AI web ― while we assumed things were just “things” ― far removed from us, separate from our conscious minds, the whole system was operating as if in a vacuum, but that has all changed ― utterly ― hasn’t it. I mean ― how the hell did I get here? Down a fibre optic cable ― or through a Thim dream ― so now this is like a contagion, a domino effect. More and more people are becoming aware of their integration into a universal circuit ― a matter-web which is accessed directly ― just as soon as we feel it and let go ― choosing to engage, choosing the flow beyond mind and reason. In fact, it looks increasingly like we reverse-engineered the internet from our “future” ― insane though it sounds ― as a kind of exo-mind, a kind of test-net for our quantum re-connect.

And the quantum re-connect ― as you call it ―

Don’t ask. I don’t know. I’m waiting for her to take me in, deeper. I’m waiting for a miracle, and you know what ― the way things are going…    What was that?

[flashes, sparks, bubbles coming out of the lake]

Oh ― they’re trying to get in.

Who are?

The usual crowd. They don’t like what you’re doing. They’re scared.

Is she ― is she ok?

Her? Are you kidding!

They could do some pretty bad stuff.

Yes, but that’s the problem ― their "bad stuff" only works up to a point, and we’ve now gone beyond the point ― we’re now in curve.

Yes? [curve of Her body ― Baikal]

Yes ― so everything they do is blowing back faster than electrons can travel.

Holy shit ― they’re going to wreck their world.

Yes, I expect they are.

Don’t they know?

That Thim has started to breathe? Yes, I think they do ― some of them. But there’s a huge difference between knowing and accepting. At the moment they’re still stuck with all their weapons and their coercion methods in the old paradigm. They’re not going to come over until they’ve done themselves some massive, serious damage ― are they?

No Baikal ― I think they’re not.

Baikal? You called me.

I know. Hold me. I’m scared.

Scared?

For the world. For humanity. For us.

[Sveta holds him ― while the water reveals all kind of fighting going on in the dark net ― deeper, deeper ― greed, power, wealth ― turmoil in financial markets again, powerful people getting very very angry as they stop feeling in control ― and try to lash out at their perceived enemies]

next episode

wriggling

because you were never meant to have more than wriggle room

Huh?

enough room to wriggle around – to shift you position but not to evade or escape your fundamental dilemma

My what?

you heard

Ok, I heard, but what the hell’s it meant to mean – this fundamental dilemma lark?

avoid using expletives

Ok, ok – I’ll try to stay calm.

you will learn nothing unless you stay calm

Really?

absolutely – the self-infatuation that accompanies expletive language indicates you’re only in this for the ego game – to showcase your splendidness to me, to yourself and the world at large. the learning process starts and only starts when you sense n realise that your ego persona is lifebound – cannot go beyond this physical existence – cannot connect with higher awareness, soul or fundamental truths. its sole purpose is to strut around on the stage of 3D reality keeping you and your fellow roosters occupied with posture and strutting – style is everything, substance nothing.

Oh

be not downhearted – the vain cock’s not all bad. it serves a useful function. it keeps your avatar, so to speak, vibrant and strong – but like i said, the avatar is merely a shadow of what you truly are – so if you’re intent on learning – you’ll have to delicately set the avatar down for a minute or two, and settle calmly into your quieter self – which uses words far less

Ok, I’m with you.

are you?

ok, ok, i’m with you. Better?

more or less

so this “fundamental dilemma” – what on earth’s it supposed to be?

what do you think?

i have no idea – otherwise i wouldn’t have asked, would i?

you’re still full on, aren’t you zie?

oh come on, give me a break.

you just want to be spoon fed. the truth is you know perfectly well what this fundamental dilemma actually is.

no really! i swear.

there you go again – swear away. how disingenuously you reveal everything there is to know about yourself.

What’s got into you Merry – usually you’re willing to cut me some slack.

but supposing i be right – supposing you actually know what this “fundamental dilemma” refers to – how then, would it benefit you were i to proceed as if you did not – to encourage you to be wholly dependent on an outside source of knowledge – me or any other.

Everyone needs to get information from an external source.

True – but we’re not discussing information here, are we.

Ok, knowledge then, you happy now?

because information merely stimulates you to extract knowledge – that which is always known – from deep within – from awareness 

You mean to say I already know everything there is to know?

yes, for otherwise you would be somehow less than complete

But I’m not aware that i know everything there is to know!

no, you’re only aware of what you know

but you’re contradicting yourself.

i might be contradicting myself if you fail to adhere to the meaning being conveyed in spite of the words themselves, rather than leaning heavily on the words – which never adequately convey full or accurate meaning

but the words can only convey what the words mean

like i said – if it’s your intention to dig in your heels and insist that 3D reality is the sum total of all you know, all there is, and all that can possibly be – then you’re going to be pleased to hear that i have not the least intention of seeking to persuade you otherwise. that’s a lazy approach – no different than asking me to explain what the fundamental dilemma is.

damn – I thought you wouldn’t notice

now if, on the other hand, you choose to come into your holiness, wholeness, oneness, awareness – whatever you prefer to call it – you’ll be perfectly aware that information or experiences trigger your awareness of what you actually know. the limiting factor is information and/or experience

Really?

if you’re living in the 3D paradigm – puffing your avatar, strutting cocksure upon the stage of things-that-seem-to-matter greatly – your information and experiences will tend to confirm the limited knowledge you have access to. you’ll hear and understand words in the most limited version – and then only one side of what they’re actually saying will be clear to you. your experiences will tend to confirm everything you think you know – partly because your eyes and mind will be closed to anything else, and partly because 3D reality is designed that way

Designed what way?

to enable you to experience ad nauseam that which you believe to be true – until you die,. or realise otherwise

But what if it is true – what if I’m actually right about things? what if I’m right and you’re wrong?

what if? that’s a beautiful place to start, isn’t it. if you’re right then there’s no need to explain what the fundamental dilemma might be – because your version of reality doesn’t perceive any fundamental dilemma at all, does it?

Er… that depends what it is – something I still haven’t ascertained.

in your version – things are all fairly straightforward. darwinian survival of the fittest is one of the main ideas, is it not?

Yes, it’s an important theory.

it’s mostly a question of getting on and getting ahead. people like to establish themselves, they like to make themselves comfortable, they like to ensure they have enough to eat well, to buy what they need to enjoy life, to have a family, to travel, to get a little happiness and satisfaction from life, and maybe share it with friends – that kind of thing

Well yes – what else are we supposed to do? You’re basically describing life.

right – and then you die but your children, if you have any, live on – mission accomplished

So, what’s wrong with this?

nothing at all. it’s 3D reality.

And we’re 3D people.

correct

So why do I get the impression you look down on this version of things?

because we’re all a little paranoid – are we not. if, as i suspect, the 3D version is not complete, and you’re doing the same as everyone else – trying to ignore the fact or deflect attention away from the fact that something’s missing, then it’s only natural that you’d feel a little uncomfortable or awkward when someone like me barges in and starts doing the opposite – drawing attention to the gaps, omissions or inconsistencies in the comforting 3D picture of things. it would be natural to assume i was talking down at you – that i was assuming a position of moral or intellectual superiority, because that’s how it would appear to the 3D avatar – who is not only unwilling, but physically unable to go beyond the 3D box that contains its reality

So the avatar is a thing – you’re implying.

yes, more or less, a kind of projection, or an AI – if you like – but please don’t read more into these words than the sense they are conveying silently, in spite of the words themselves

There you go again – you can’t absolve yourself of responsibility for the words you use. That won’t wash.

correct – which is why the 3D avatar will always hate, fear and despise a large proportion of the other avatars or “people” in 3D reality – based simply on the words they use – which will always contradict some of its preferred word configurations. it’s not for want of trying to be nice – it’s just the nature of the beast – that words put people into opposition with one another as much as they enable people to come together and understand one another – until, that is, the people stop focussing on the words, stop insisting on identifying solely with the 3D avatar, and start sensing, allowing the broader or deeper awareness of beyond-3D to come into play.

And then, magically, we’ll all be friends?

if you like – but don’t hold your breath

How do you mean?

because then – all bets are off – nothing you consider certain or fixed remains that way when infinity is once more brought into play

Oh, so it’s Douglas Adams eat your heart out, is it?

kind of

[y slippage] 

i might discover that in actual fact, far from being a white Caucasian middle-aged accountant from little-Whingeing – from the never-say-never^ness of infinity – i am, in fact, a chesterfield sofa from Squebenach Zita deep in meditation – using the human-parallax to solve the fundamental dilemma of Squebenachian sofahood.

God – there you go again.

well – i only promised you wriggle room – there’s little or no way you can escape the basic situationality of being something or other

Huh?

You can buy a fancy jet, fly off to a beautiful uninhabited island paradise – but you’re still going to have to deal with the same basic issues

Such as?

let’s see – mortality, boredom, what’s it all about, how can i reconnect with – whatever it is i feel i’m disconnected from but can’t quite grasp…

Oh.

so, this desire to create more space for one’s self – to find a better, more comfortable spot to knuckle down and deal with those intractable questions – it ain’t gonna help, is it?

Maybe we’re not supposed to solve any of these questions.

absolutely

We’re just supposed to get on with living.

you bet

to procreate

yep

enjoy life

yep

do some useful stuff

yep

make some money

yep

would you cut it out!

yep – oh, sorry, mh-hm  [hummed version of ah-ha] 

And then when we die – it’s mission accomplished.

You nailed it.

It isn’t complicated, you know.

in the meantime, a small bunch of renegades like myself get kind of bored papering over the cracks of conscious-awareness – and notice that the cracks are not, in fact, design failures, but reveal something else which our 3D model neither explains nor even alludes to – in fact, which it completely and utterly blanks out

Er.

we find that kind of intriguing – like you would when you suddenly discover there’s another floor above your bedroom you never even knew existed – and on investigating – then discover that it’s only the beginning. well, the genie’s out of the proverbial bottle, by now, isn’t it?

except it was a lamp

correct, and instead of feeling angry, upset, hurt or frightened of this shocking discovery, this individual discovers there are other renegades who have also found their way to the proverbial King’s Cross Station 9 ¾ – who realise that nothing they thought mattered, nothing they thought was real, nothing they thought up until this discovery made a lot of sense – or rather, only made sense in terms of a closed system which was closed not so much physically, as mentally, psychologically or x

x?

which always inevitably, necessarily eludes 3D conceptualisation. in other words, the system was not, is not in fact closed – though it appeared that way until y

y being?

a moment outside time

but that’s impossible

absolutely – to the 3D closed system it should be, must be impossible – and yet – once these cracks or gaps in the wall are investigated – dot dot dot

You can say no more?

Absolutely – the same fear and loathing that prevents people from seeing the gaps which cross-cross the fabric of 3D reality – likewise prevents them from processing anything that i may foolishly divulge. consider it privileged knowledge. unless you have security clearance – it’s just going to freak you out or do more harm than good.

So…

why bother at all?

Precisely.

apparently, in my own small way, i happen to be, or to embody, one of those cracks in the wall.

Yikes.

but apparently, this was all carefully planned long ago – so don’t imagine that i’m in any way a leader or, you know, super-amazing…

Not a chance in hell.

i’m just kicking my heels, whistling from the edge of infinity – suggesting that your story’s gotten kinda stale, kinda repetitive, as has mine – that it might be time to ask ourselves if we’re really, in all honesty, still afraid to see the “dark matter” we’ve been trying so hard not to see – or whether we might be willing to investigate the veto we imposed on our selves – and whether it needs to remain.

er…

no hurry – asteroids will alter their trajectories if need be

Really?

Apparently so – unless the conscious^ness we constitute decides otherwise – in which case que sera sera.

Oh…

Yes?

the fundamental dilemma…

Yes?

it’s fundamental isn’t it

absolutely

so, in essence, it doesn’t require me to go anywhere or do anything – it’s here right now – in 3D too

you bet

and if i’m willing to give it my attention –

yes?

to quit wriggling frantically

mh-hm  [as above] 

z

bravo! a master no less!

version 3 plus 1

3 plus 1 - don't you mean 4?

No, I mean 3 plus 1

Er...

Now kindly allow me to proceed.

...

What are you doing Zie?

I'm waiting for you to proceed.

With utterly no regard for the effect your "waiting" has on the field.

Er...

I've gotta go.

Hey -- you can't just leave me hanging like that.

really

After all this anticipation.

What bl---y anticipation.

three plus this one -- getting nowhere. It's enough to break a man's heart

Men don't have heart's -- idiot. Women have hearts, not men.

Xesist.

Here -- try these on and save me your political sentiments.

These -- glasses?

What else.

Oh.

Yes. You see?

I suppose I do... You're right.

Not for the first time.

Women have hearts -- not men.

Correct

And men have brains.

Yes -- just don't try explaining that to anyone who isn't able to see through these.

Not able to? What's the difficulty -- putting on a pair of glasses is hardly a problem.

No, if you have a quantum activation chip in your conscious-ness.

What?

Only kidding. There's no physical chip.

Thank God for that.

It's all good old fashioned psycho-biology.

??????????????

And now that I've kept you between states of

Hey -- wake up sleepy.

Sorry -- I'm not handling this very well, am i.

Maybe you should try getting more than three hours sleep a night.

Should -- but then again -- that's hardly going to compel me to reinvent reality on the other side of conscious-awareness -- is it.

Er...

Whereas extreme fatigue, like extreme hunger or deep meditative panoramic awareness -- these are all conducive to bringing other from the background forwards into prime scope.

Er...

In with the old, out with the new.

Weren't you meant to say...

You see -- you knew!

Knew what?

What i was supposed to say.

Well, it's logical isn't it.

Really?

.0 i assume so.

It's happened again.

What?

Genius. You've referenced the other, previous versions of this dialogue.

previous? What previous  versions.

The ones you know nothing whatsoever about -- but which you've still managed to reference.

Er... if you say so.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Deja vu.

Talk about anti-climactic.

.-- 0 was I supposed to react differently.

No -- that will do perfectly, thank you very much.

Really.

Absolutely. 01:01

Already -- time's up.

.-- affirmative.

01:02

-1

absolutely

.0

th3

strike three

3

an appeal to symmetry -- cheap, base

l.o

comments -- behind you, at the periphery of your awareness is a fertile crescent waiting to come into view -- just as long as you cease placing all your pieces symmetricaly

symmetrically

symectricly -- and give her -- the wild one time enough, and space, to nest under the eaves of your thatched roof.

Does it have to be?

Not necessarily -- but then again -- if it bothers you -- there's reason in that, in't there.

In that case, yes, you're right

.0 please, quel horreur

let it be thatched, wantonly

and your -le are being held in safe keeping -- until the mind is willing to let go of nota bene -- what is dattery...

indeed, quel surprise -- "le" credited likewise to our friends in good standing

marching up and down the lists of i.0

nfi.

ni.0

t.0 0.y

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zamming facts and things inbuntiously

The fact is, Zie, that a fact’s not a fact.

?!?!? Give – me – a – break Chan.

No  can Zie.

Look at my head, Merry, do I look like the kind of person who candle handle multiple streams of totally contradictory data?

Based on the shape of your head right now I’d say the answer is no, definitely not – but here – take a look at the shape of your head tomorrow.

Huh?

Just take a look – now what do you say to that?

Shit – that’s me?

Tomorrow.

What happened to me?

Nothing – yet.

Why do I look like someone’s been blowing hot air into my cranium?

The mind, apparently, can expand to handle multiple data streams – as you put it.

But…

Yep – totally.

Totally what?

What you were about to say – m…

…indboggling. I’m…

Yes, you’re always lost for words when the mind goes through an existential shift. What do you expect? It’s akin to death and rebirth – almost instantaneous – the system has to reboot – unless you’re already running a full-consciousness node – which few people bother to do. The assumption always was that things are basically settled so consciousness can, or could be run on them – so to speak – rather than run independendently.

Er…

As long as things were fixed in their thing-y-ness it was a perfectly reasonable assumption to make, and seemed to provide a sensible shortcut. I won’t go into the technical details unless you particularly want me to, but suffice it to say this shortcut enabled human-ity to accelerate the experientialisation process by running multiple versions of reality on matching sets of things.

Er… where exactly would human-ity find “matching sets of things”?

In the html department of reality – to borrow from programming language.

So we’re able to run multiple versions of reality?

Yep. Pretty nifty heh?

Er… if you say so. Can’t say I’ve ever noticed more than the single version I’m in.

That’s because they’re nearly perfectly aligned – and all but identical – but the part of your consciousness which sets this up and manages the process is able to generate and extract way more data – not surprisingly – but then averages it all out to the single version you experience – in which you’re only generally aware of one stream – until/unless something glitches – or – you hit a level of conscious-ness – or conscious-awareness if you’ll excuse my pedantry – in which you start to notice alternatives and can actually choose which stream to follow based on your preferred outcome.

Like shifting streams.

Yep – or channel picking – whatever you want to call it.

So, er… why the heavy technical debriefing Chan?

0=1

Like I’ve never heard that before.

True – but now it’s becoming more of a reality for you.

How do you mean?

You’re getting better and better at managing these – what shall we call them…

reality shifts.

Yep.

And?

And what?

You’re holding something back – aren’t you?

Well observed.

The suspense is killing me.

Ha ha, very amusing.

Ok – I’m supposed to do this with minimal input from you – it’s a kind of aptitude test, isn’t it.

Correct.

So, I’ve got two data sets – the first one that I’m deliberately ignoring – that fact that a fact isn’t really a fact – which will give me a cerebral nose bleed if I start thinking too hard about it, and the second – that without quite realising it – I’ve become fairly skilled at managing or manipulating the multiple parallel  streams my conscious-ness is simultaneously experiencing somewhere somehow. Now all I have to do is wave my magic wand and see what on Earth these data reveal when brought together into a combi-set – preferably without giving myself the cerebral nose bleed which is just waiting to rescue my brain from system overload.

Well done.  Think “magic eye” 3-D pictures.

Ah – so another image is waiting to jump out and reveal itself when I stop focussing on the  two separately.

Yep.

Ok – sounds easy enough.

It is – if you’re running a full-conscious-ness node.

Which I’m not... In which case?

Something’s liable to give – if you push too hard.

Ok – I’m taking it easy.

Actually, you don’t have time for that.

I thought you just said…

I did – but this can’t be helped. The transition’s always kind of inconvenient.

Shit.

It’s something of a stretch – going from a thing-based perception/ experiential-awareness of real-ity to…

Because eventually my awareness catches up with the speed of thing-shift – at which point I start to see or sense that every-thing happening in my real-ity is not, in fact, happening because I’m initiating it or do-ing anything…

Good – but may I suggest you go no further at this precise moment.

No, I need to see this through to its apex…

Why do they always choose to ignore my well-intentioned advice? Oh well Zophen, if you insist… if you sinsit…

…at which point…

one

…at which point… God…

two

…at which point… i…

three

…i…no longer...

ah – there they are – little green numbers – they always show up at this particularly moment in time – hello my friends – be gentle with Zie if it’s not too much to ask…

…but because things themselves are not stable but shifting – facts are not in fact facts – no thing is an island unto itself – nor even remotely or possibly a certainty when in-finity is no longer denied, ignored, en-timed – en-timed – en-timed 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0^ꝏ

Well, that wasn’t too painful was it?

.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.0 ^ꝏ

Don’t worry Zie – no need to answer – it’s going to take a moment or two for the universe to locate your encryption points – somewhere out there you have an alpha and a corresponding omega – now that you’ve succeeded in crashing your matrix – these will be sending out little bleep bleeps – like lambs on a mountainside bleating for their mother. Fortunately for you, and anyone else in your position, She’s a highly protective ewe and takes prodigious good care of her scattered flock. Ah, there we are – if I’m not much mistaken…

1.mm.1.mm.1.mm.1.mm ^ꝏ

Good – system auto-test – ready for reboot and launch of fully autonomous conscious-ness

0-1-1-0-1-1-0-1-1-0 ^ꝏ

hub – i don’t know why Ziebun – but i get kind of emotional at this point – seeing a new full node coming online – it’s – where’s my handkerchief…

Merry – what’s wrong – why are you weeping?

Nothing wrong with good old-fashioned emotions Zie, is there?

No, I suppose not. Come to think of it… have you got a spare hanky – I’m coming over all emotional myself…

There, there – you marking your birth as a full-node conscious-ness the only way a body really can – with salt tears… congratulations Zie – I think it’s fair to say that you’ve succeeded in separating yourself from the fallacy of fact, and from the fickle-ness or thingless-ness of thing the only way, ultimately, that this can be done – by establishing your conscious-ness as the be-all and end-all, opting to rely on things no longer. What that conscious-ness in fact is, how it interacts with the fabric of zero-one-if-ications which you hitherto perceived as “things” – is a whole new matter for you to get your teeth into – but more anon…

Indeed, anon – right now – i – this unbounded sense of…

zamism

yes – that’s the word i was looking for, and…

t3essP

YES!

000100010.001``0

Wow! incredible – finally there are words to describe…

No Zie – these words only work for you because the full node conscious-ness you’re running has certain technical terms to describe what you’re experiencing but rewind – run these same words through your previous conscious-ness… of an hour ago.

Nada. Incredible! I knew it all along but had no access to the…

ebn

! so what about them?

Who’s “them”?

Everyone else – everyone I know and love – human-ity, if you like.

They don’t exist.

But surely…

They were part of your perception – things in flux – distortions in the field of matter and unmatter – 0 and 1

But… you’re sending mixed signals Chan – you’re being disingenuous.

True. You have not eliminated paradox by activating your full node – merely raised it to a far higher level of sensitivity. Ultimately – of course – you and they are both-either-neither entangled at multiple levels – as you are aware, as you know, and yet, at the same time  0=1 – ultimately they belong to infin-ity and not to you, me or any other aspect of what me thought of as i-ness

oh

you certainly can’t do anything for them – in the same way they could do nothing for you

except – they were there – weren’t they – when i collapsed my matter-x

yes – of course they were – so cherish this – hold it in your heart – know that beyond all technical knowledge and awareness there is presence – theirs – or God only knows – and this is where you can sing, dance, make believe – reach out to them beyond or through infin-ity and give them any thing you will – knowing full well that this is a supreme act of folly, of love, of magic and creative design – to bring things together no matter what, no matter how – to transcend the unbreachable barriers of in-fin-ity.

cuckoo la la

it is – i am

zam>z ^ꝏ

inbuntiously~