Dudley's lament

No, I didn’t read it and I have no intention of doing so.

But, surely there’ll be something of value...

If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a hundred times – I will not have anything to do with the uncapitalised i fad. It’s pretentious. It’s unhealthy. It’s unnecessary.

Yes, but that’s easy enough to fix using our recapitalisation app.

Besides, Norwich’s sentences are waaay too long. Bound to be, aren’t they. He’s a stealth plumber, trying to lure unsuspecting readers into his corpus callosum refit, without even asking their permission. You start one of his hit jobs with a perfectly dysfunctional corpus callosum only to discover his nanobots have jumped the brain-text divide and are hard at it attempting an unsolicited refit, with no respect for your personal preferences.

This too can be guarded against Jack.

Yes, but I’m still going to nosebleed trying to read those life-sentences, aren’t I. You’re not ethically supposed to write life-code into regular text – or not without some kind of warning. It demonstrates a shameless disregard for the right to choose isolation, misery and paranoia.

Well yes, you’ve got a point there, Dudley. It’s his use of underhand guerrilla tactics that gets a bad name for the hardworking, ethically rectal staff at g-nomeportal’s ways and memes committee – but what can we do, short of stripping Norwich of his membership card we’re only able to administer a public admonishment, aren’t we, but every time we do so she, as in big I herself, shifts ever-so-slightly, causing a minor gibble in the quantum field nullifying our hardwork.

Gibble? I’d say it’s more like a zaffle.

Ok, fair point, but hardly a minor zaffle.

No, of course not – a middling to fair zaffle at the very least, unless we stick with the minor gibble descriptor...

Ok, I think we’re sufficiently ambi-spherical to allow an either or option, agreed?

Very magnanimous, but that doesn’t clear up the issue of Norwich’s apparent immunity from any disciplinary action – which I find disquieting, if not disturbing.

Indeed, but I appears to be taking sides, doesn’t she? 

Hush, not a word Peterborough. The last thing we need is for her to think we’re challenging her prerogative to zaffle or gibble the Field as she sees fit, though I cannot help wondering what she sees in Norwich to merit such personal involvement.

Me neither, but who are we to question her flawless wisdom?

Indeed.

So Norwich Humberside seems to get away with murder – while we strive selflessly to maintain the balance, allowing people to decide for themselves if and when they wish to ambify their hemispheres, and C3 their 3D.

As were the original intentions of our illustrious founding father, the pentatonic Widdle O’Brien himself.

Perhaps instead we should get our damage limitation team onto this. It’s going to be a public relations disaster if we do nothing to distance ourselves from Norwich’s machinations, or help the public to cope with the quantum dislocation it’s already causing.

Yes, absolutely.

I mean, it wasn’t so long ago that Joe Public had neither the least idea of the capitalisation issue, nor the slightest awareness of the possibility of zaffles or gibbles in the quantum Field. Now the cat’s really out of the bag, isn’t it? I mean, noticing that reality itself is not a constant – that it can and does shift, it’s a public relations disaster for the thing by thing camp.

Yes, what a mess. I hope Norwich really knows what he’s doing. Come to think of it, don’t you think it would be a good idea if we called a Witan to discuss matters – subpoena Norwich?

What an excellent idea, Dudley. Yes, and that will force matters to a head, especially if we go all out and invoke rule 74.

Ah, you’ve a mind all your own Peterborough. Rule 74 will set things straight for once and for all.

For those of you wondering what on Earth rule 74 might be, a brief history lesson. Time, as you know, is not particularly linear when you get outside the 3D playpen, so the past I’m describing is not, strictly speaking, the past – more like the main trunk as opposed to a side branch of C3. Well, at a crucial juncture in the main trunk, sometime around Big Bang in your reality, in fact, strictly speaking seventeen minutes and forty-three seconds before “Big Bang” – g-nomeportal’s rectilinear commission was in fervid session, debating Trollus Vagonus’ use of trojan coding – a seemingly innocent tale that surreptitiously sneaks in life-code designed to trigger another mass-life-proliferation event, what you somewhat erroneously refer to as Big B. It’s as simple as that – you’re reading a story to the kids, or on the sofa enjoying something romantic, pulp fiction, classical, it matters not – when the text momentarily swims before your eyes, and somewhere in the mostly forgotten central cortex of your brain consciousness you notice red beeping lights and personnel in white firesuits scurrying about as if all hell’s about to break loose which is, ironically, precisely what’s about to happen. You try to return to your romance or kid’s story but the beeping is fairly persistent and even your kid, wide-eyed wants to know what’s going on. At first you don’t really know, or if you do you can’t imagine this is actually about to happen, after all, Big Bang’s supposed to be a one off, unique and unrepeatable event locked safely behind billions of years of elapsed time, but you don’t know Trollus Vagonus, do you, and could hardly suspect his particular quirky sense of humour involves getting the universe and everyone in it to re-experience Creation, not once or even twice, but like the movie Ground Hog day, ad infinitum. Hell, even the word “recreation” was spawned for the merry lark we were locked in, the sub-conscious awareness that this universe er reality er drama we’re unwittingly part of is not the sturdy, cast in steel, set in stone thing we imagined it to be, even if our regular up top consciousness er conscious-awareness fails to register the reboot restart, and then again – was the universe ever, in fact, Big Banged properly – or was it all, in fact, a prequel of a prequel – and the real beginning is lost from sight – in the far and distant future beep beep beep click – adios folks –    .

So where were we? Ah yes, the g-nomeportal rectilinear commission which, as you have guessed, was first convoked with the express purpose of dealing with Trollus Vagonus’ evident breach of established life-code ethics. As all commissions, this one spent a lot of time humming and hawing, requesting depositions, hearing them, collecting evidence, enjoying the camaraderie and protoculinary largesse of meeting as a respected public body with an official mandate to “clean up this mess”, getting lost in minutiae, buried in procedure and little by little turning itself into a bureaucratic boondoggle that sought seeks to regulate every aspect of life on Earth, on every earth, rather spoiling the very experience of being alive, turning it into something more like a joining the dots and multiple choice exercise, but I digress. Eventually, the rectilinear commission, far from sorting out Trollus Vagonus’ misdemeanours gets itself so wrapped up in seeking to define and provide a legal, regulatory framework to the undefinable quantum Field of conscious-ness (a Field that prior to regulation showed scant regard for the people who would pop in and out of existence as a matter of course), that it hits critical mass, a level of thought so intense that it triggers a Field reversal – flip – and the rest, as they say, is history  beep beep beep  click – adios folks –    .

Er… It was this field, perhaps at Trollus Vagonus’ instigation, that had first asked the question “what is awareness, and does it matter?” immediately prior to our Big Bang. With hindsight this was the kind of question you only ask after twiddling your thumbs in neither time nor space – a quantum state of barely conscious indecision known as “ugud” – until the said thumbs are so completely worn down that you have to make do with twiddling your arm stumps instead beep beep beep  click – adios folks –    .  

Where was I? Ah yes... eventually having issued a host of incomprehensible pronouncements on life, the universe and the matter with matter, not to mention 73 vague, confusing and mostly unenforceable rules, the rectilinear commission finally, in a fit of febrile making up for lost time-ism, pulled rule 74 out of the proverbial hat, no one knows how, nor who – the minutes for that session are strangely occluded and some assume the hand of God was revealed on this occasion if on no other, and in doing so managed to get the “Should the rectilinear commission be closed down for once and for all” commission closed down itself, for rule 74 like a wildly successful, totally unexpected Hail Mary pass had saved its bacon, though whether we should celebrate or curse this triumph snatched from the jaws of almost certain defeat is another matter.

So long story short, as they say, rule 74 was first invoked and applied to Trollus Vagonus himself herself itself bloody pronouns – ifself – what your average punter might refer to, somewhat inaccurately, as a pre-God or Titan but that’s a story for another day, if you don’t mind – who at first assumed quite understandably that nothing the rectilinear commission could throw at him aaargh if’n’if could possibly stick, but there, as you shall shortly see, he was mistaken...

Mistaken?! Come on, give me a break! Trollus Vagonus was is always one step ahead of the game. It’s my belief that if’n’if wanted the rectilinear commission to invoke rule 74, that it wasn’t beyond ifs godlike genius for n’if to have written the rule ifself, and merely persuaded the commission to believe that they were the originators.

It would appear, Tiddlemarsh, that you’re part of the T-V God squad. You may be right, you may be right, but there’s no way of knowing is there? You can’t just ask T-V a question and expect a straight answer. You wouldn’t even know for sure if n’if put the question in your head as n’if has more than demonstrated zero³² regard for the my-mind-matters convention (m3c). Right now, for example, you’re emulating your idol, your master – much though I respect your learned insights, this is hardly a public forum and you cannot deny you entered uninvited. Kindly cease and desist forthwith or I shall be obliged to use rule 74 against you too, brother Tiddlemarsh.

I was merely passing by and happened to overhear your thoughts on the great Trollus Vagonus – I hardly thought you’d be so scratchy.

You couldn’t possibly have “merely overheard” my thoughts as I run a unique zero node with vanguard shields and narwhal encryption.

Er... well, I’d better be off. It’s been nice chatting with you Preston. Keep up the good work.

Toodle-pip Tiddlemarsh. You’re always welcome, but preferably in plain view and fully m3c compliant.

Yeah, whatever... (mutters underbreath – “fuddy duddy”)

So, dear students, to rule 74. Regardless of whether it was cunningly seeded  by Trollus Vagonus or Hail Maried by divine providence I cannot say as this would be pure speculation, and nor does it greatly matter as the effect would, in either case, be indistinguishable.  Obviously, you’re all dying to hear what exactly rule 74 is and so without further ado... if all the world’s a stage and we be merely players then 0=1                                                          [deep, distant rumbles of ultra-low infra-sound thundery rumblings]

That’s it?

Yep.

But, I was expecting...

The wrath of God – blazing guns or massive legal action – against a Titan?

Er...

You’ve gotta be kidding. There’s no way you can stop a Trollus Vagonus or any other demi-urge by force. Only pure logic, the mathematics of the Field itself will suffice – the geometrics of creation itself.

But... why should a demiurge care about logic or mathematics, particularly one as notoriously cunning as Trollus Vagonus?

Good question. Something to do with the underlying structure of reality itself – the fact that at the quantum level no thing is more than any thing else – everything’s dependent on people to come along, fix it in their particular space and time, validate and make it real.

So, you’re saying that the demi-urge that gave us a mass proliferation event, in all likelihood Big Bang itself with incalculable prequels and sequels too – that changed beyond belief the face of our totality, is cowed into submission by a simple, innocuous line of code. In-credible!

Yes, because ultimately… beep beep beep  click – adios folks –    .

I’m sorry Athelstead – we seem to have completely different versions of Big Bang – and I simply can’t see how the time-lines match up.

Join the club Margate. I’m almost certain they don’t but, that doesn’t mean the information is incorrect. Besides – ultimately, this all boils down to zeros and ones, doesn’t it – being code and nothing more.

Er…

So, the left brain that dearly wants to get everything neatly in order is utterly stumped, isn’t it, because eventually it crashes into the ¿what is zero if not one? dilemma.  There’s really nothing you can do. Not even the stories match up evenly because the rectilinear commission doesn’t, ultimately, exist independent of the zeros and ones it seeks to regulate – ostensibly for the good of creation, but in fact...

Ah, I got you.

Have you? Now, try as we might to shift the blame or burden of responsibility to commissions or committees from the dim and distant past or future, for that matter, these ultimately, no matter how real, are revealed by rule 74 to be no more than metaphors, and the real grist that we can access, the skin in the game, so to speak, is one’s own conscious-awareness – one’s very own circle square or Celtic cross if you prefer.

But – we’re talking about Big Bang and billions of years gone past!

And what? Look at the code. Stop pretending that anything or anyone gives an excuse to avoid meeting our maker, facing our own ¿what is zero if not one? dilemma, re-enacting the what-actually-happened, from the unique perspective that we represent, we embody and we affect.

Huh?

To the very extent that you are you – the entire universe, the whole of reality has to adapt – it’s no longer quite able to balance itself and stay centred, and therefore a chain reaction ensues – with your own personal Big Bang at 1 and -1 which, naturally, happens far enough away from you to allow your universe to be perfectly ready to accommodate you in exactly the way it does, as if you’re just a tiny part of it all.

No!

Yes, apparently so. In other words, love him or hate him, but ultimately Trollus Vagonus is only as real, as evil or perhaps, in actual fact, as good as you make him. The same goes for the rectilinear commission, for life itself, the entire universe, Mrs Spottiswood and Joanna Humphreys:  where 0=1: if this be all a stage, if awareness actually matters – then consciousness, perhaps, is the opposite process which unmatters things, by definition, if you like. I merely suggest this as a possible flow of logic which may or may not be relevant in your case.

So, how does I herself fit into all this? Does she, in fact, favouritise Norwich Humberside?

Don’t you see?

By yessing or noing this question i’d be making matter of no matter – and there the world hangs, pivoting on my very code-stream – which either flows unconsciously, or can be brought into glorious alignment with her, or even his.

So, nothing really matters, you’re saying.

And again, pay heed to your words – for there’s as much matter in things not-mattering as there is in real and tangible things or even people – the balance, evidently being at the zero one oscillator or swing, where the very mind that strives to think and know, the very eyes that strive to see and perceive, the ears to listen and hear, the body to touch, to taste, to feel, to know – all these vie for dominion, to take the high ground, to dominate the narrative in a Darwinian survival of the fittest until, that is, we unexpectedly realise that the game is up – that 0=1 if all the world’s a stage, if matter matters only as long as… big sucking sound, big un-i-verse perfectly matching every peak and trough of the wave our world rested upon – glup – gone – no thing whatsoever but the unbearable silence of a world finally made whole, finally complete beep beep beep click – adios folks –    oh bugger

Do you run when you hear the audience clapping – and try to dive back into the drama of a finished tale, or do you head out of the theatre to greet them, ready to Big Bang another state of time-lapse paradox – knowing that without the time decay factor nothing would get done – nothing would evolve, and so you almost make time your god – to create artificially a framework around your drama as real or tangible as the proscenium arch – the line in the sand or the vesical piscis herself…

I thank ye kindly, ye Gods of space time – the great drama we be enrolled in. Teach us to play beautifully all the rolls that have been entrusted to us, to our portfolio, to our wardrobe – for only by playing all our parts can we turn our theatre into the bridge connecting us with zero no less than one – cuckoo la la – as we, gnomiki of the quanta…um are wont to say – fare thee well or hie thee to hell – as they say – you alone decide for no one, ultimately can unpick or unmake your zero your one – no one

in which tom solves every paradox under the sun

she generally ignores listening to all their conversations – they’re never really about her – always, in fact, a thinly veiled affirmation or validation of the very self who is speaking, the very person, be that tom, harry, jamel purportedly discussing her –

her? who on earth?

so called “infinity” – the big I, if you will – and is it any coincidence that all of them like to use that very “I”, the symbol which in fact denotes the infinity constant…

infinity constant? what the heck?

the infinity constant, denoted big I, [as opposed to infinity itself ∞, neither to be confused with small i in mathematics denoting an imaginary number] is paradoxically defined in “beyond 3D – a user’s guide to all that is, by Rutherford Ecklespog” as “a definite value or number which is, nonetheless, incalculable, indeterminable or unstatable in 3D reality” for to do so, as i’m sure you’re aware, would collapse the wave function generally referred to as “consciousness”, or more accurately “conscious-awareness” of the person or individual running the hemispherical 3D operating system, thus voiding their user terms of service agreement unless, that is, the said individual is able to function ambi-spherically, transcending the one-sidedness of 3D reality, perceiving instead the uncontained her of infinity – thereby enabling disentrainment from one particular, locally dominant signal or wave – allowing concurrent and apparently contradictory layers of matter and meaning, even alternate versions of reality to co-exist when the i that is me is no longer rigidly fixed in one position, but is able to slide across the corpus callosum, or quantum equivalent thereof, is thereby free to experience a range of different frequencies at which point, so to speak, 1 and 0 cease to be mutually exclusive opposites, allowing what appears to be logical chaos and anarchy, a recipe for disaster that should and would melt-down the very mind that me requires in order to i – instead engaging infinity as an eagle does the thermals it soars upon, naturally, instinctively. what on the ground down there would have been an impossible quagmire is up here almost effortless poetry-in-motion, but woe betide the daedalus or icarus who would fly before being ready to reconcile peacefully the two intransigent hemi-spheres. 

“is this eagle really me?” you might ask.

tis a moot point for 3D reality is far, far below, and yet consciousness is a continuum, is it not, or so Rutherford Ecklespog argues: “to the very same extent that our i appears to be conscious and aware of the fact, wholly engaging both mentally and physically infinity, riding her thermals as an eagle, one's i is no longer able to differentiate, no longer willing to assume that big I herself is any less conscious, is no longer able to determine where “my” consciousness ends and hers begins or vice versa, is no longer able to be certain regarding where in fact, or what i am or is – without, in attempting to do so, severing the link and denying the very I holding me aloft on the thermals of ambi-sphericality, beyond 3D”

0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=0=1=012:13

yet, today, inexplicably 012:13 interrupts her usual detached state of being all things to everyone and she finds herself third – a not entirely indifferent, nor wholly disinterested party to the following blip in her boundless data stream:

zero…

equals one?

you're asking me?

you're asking me

ah, yes, very good – the question is, apparently, an active component of the math – a different energy charge, if you like

but if i don’t – if i want my math to be practical, sensible, unidirectional?

you're welcome to it – you get to choose

i do?

a math that is true to life, with unpredictability and indeterminacy within a framework of predictable, calculable probabilities, or a pure math which is left-brain isolated from so called material reality, dealing with numbers as pure abstracts, as if one or zero actually exist independently, or can do so

of course they can

of course they can, agreed, by definition, in pure maths in the glorious seclusion of left-brainia

huh?

it's a place, isn’t it?

left-brainia?

yes

a place?

yes, apparently so

but that’s...

weird, isn’t it?

you're telling me

as real as the place we now occupy here in physicality – as long as i’m able to maintain left-brainia as a state essentially isolated from the rest of me, or the rest of reality

and if i can’t?

when i can’t left-brainia collapses back into a greater whole – the mind or me or conscious-awareness, if you like, of left ‘n right brainery

O

indeed

huh?

O as in o, the perfect mathematical expression of yes, i see, it is

er?

yes?

can we rewind?

sure, why not

zero equals one – you know perfectly well that this is utter nonsense

correct

and yet you persist in stating it as a fact, as truth

as a definition

precisely, a meaningless or impossible definition

well spotted

so you don’t deny your folly

why should i? the world needs folly, particularly beautiful, inspired folly such as my own, which just so happens to be true

!?!?!?

if, that is, you step back from left-brainia’s secluded isolation and embrace the real meaning of numbers, in their entirety

but how can you persist in contradicting yourself so flagrantly?

how, dear tom, can i avoid it, if hum

if what?

if the very term “if” is a product of a reality in which things are often hypothetical, in which things co-exist under or within alternative jurisdictions which are apparently, yet not necessarily diametrically opposed

so you’re unable to resolve your contradictions, and therefore decided to offload them on me

on the contrary – i recognise and accept that so-called “contradictions” are part and parcel of the fabric of reality, and do not therefore need to be denied or “resolved” as you put it, willy nilly

willy nilly?

just to please an obsessive compulsive left brain hemisphere which is either unable or unwilling to accept its very real limitations, and therefore insists that reality has to conform to its linear and sequential logic, irrespective of the fact that reality frequently reveals and exhibits in plain sight a glorious profusion, a splendid abundance of perfectly non-linear, evidently irreducible contradictions. the either a or b model explanation doesn’t cut it. matter can no more emerge from no matter than organic, self-replicating biology can emerge from inorganic matter, to name but two examples. the problem, you see tom, is not with a particular explanation but the insistence on assuming a “particular explanation” can possibly cover both sides of reality both directions of meaning or sense aggregation.

huh?

because you can’t have your cake and eat it.

er...

meaning or sense have to be built up, woven or spun from their respective points of origin – either a north or south pole

either from a zero or from a one

and never the twain shall meet

yet, paradoxically, never can they be truly separate for neither can be, let alone exist, without the other

er...

so paradox, it transpires, is a state of mind which we have to welcome and embrace, to dance with the devil of implied contradiction if

implied? meaning it isn’t real?

whyever not? It can be real to the extent that reality is an agglomeration of things interacting with each other without fundamental reason or rhyme, yet irrelevant, inconsequential, of zero significance on the other side of perception where reality is first and foremost an assumption, true or false, made by an overactive conscious-awareness, that things can or do exist independently of it, the source of seeing, thinking, knowing – which can oscillate between zero and one, between the point of a circle or wave which actually appears to make contact with, to touch this reality, and the remainder which isn’t even remotely connected.

er

in actual fact zero and one are two alternate ways of perceiving the same truth, the same thing, the same – either in terms of the hole, or the whole – either in terms of one the divisive advancing “male” or in terms of zero, the all-encompassing, spinning, motionless “feminine”. either or, both or even neither, for ultimately perception can always pull a wild infinite from its hat, can see things utterly uniquely without reference to anything else, the third waiting in the wings, waiting to step into the ring and ensure that things do not descend to a dull and predictable either or, for what would be the point? what would become of us, of me, of life, of meaning and the universe if things were simply either a or b, if infinity were eliminated from the equation?

so you’re intent on keeping infinity alive and well at all costs, even if that requires you to destroy mathematics by insisting that zero equals one?

but imagine, for a second, what would happen if you could somehow eliminate infinity, the zero equals one, from the equation

but infinity is not defined as zero equals one which is evidently the cause of this misunderstanding

on the contrary, there is no misunderstanding, i assure you. infinity can be defined however you like, but no definition can give you as broad or as bold, or elegant an infinity as zero equals one, which is why by default, at the current stage of our linguistic and number awareness we’re sticking to this particular explanation.

but...

yes?

it's preposterous: zero can’t equal one

yes, i completely agree – it is preposterous, and yet nonetheless zero does by definition equal one if we are to avoid eliminating infinity, the wild card, or trinity, from the equation.

but no one’s trying to eliminate infinity?! it's always welcome if and when needed, but this is not an equals opportunity exercise in establishing token representation for infinity

absolutely, token representation is too little too late, is it not?

no, i meant to say that infinity, like any number, value or symbol, can be inserted easily enough if and when needed

“inserted”?! are you out of your mind?

?

you can’t just “insert” infinity willy nilly

i said “if and when needed” didn’t i – which is hardly willy nilly, as you put it

you seem to be utterly oblivious to the fact that infinity is neither a number nor a value

huh?

neither big nor small, though in any particular instance it could manifest as either

then what in your estimation, gregory, is infinity?

in my estimation?

yes

how on earth could i possibly make or provide an estimate for infinity? would not the very attempt to do so defeat the objective

i’m sorry – i fail to understand what you mean

yes, evidently, if you expect mean to mean something or other, which is precisely what infinity never is, nor was, nor can be

but you yourself said it can manifest as a big or small number

yes, but just because something happens to manifest a certain way on a certain occasion doesn’t mean that’s what it actually is, does it?

i... can hardly say

good! “hardly saying” you are coming closer to, within a whisker of describing infinity

but in that case your description of infinity is essentially meaningless

correct, to the hemi-spherical rational mind that demands imperiously the satisfaction of something tangible, something more or less certain, but doing so simply implies that you’ve taken the lazy, unprofitable path of describing things exclusively in terms of things, which is an idiot’s excursion into the unrelenting wilds of tautology.

wait a second...

yes?

we're describing things in terms of laws, causes, or concepts which enable us to better understand, to better model, utilise or process those things

blah blah blah – things compounding things, leading you ever further, ever deeper into a corpocracy of thinginalia, ever further from mathematical purity and the simple, fundamental underlying truth

?

that zero equals one

which you cannot prove or demonstrate

ah, but if i am right then i will find myself aligned with none other than infinity herself, flying high amphi-spherically

oh, so now she’s a she is she?

whyever not? or an it if you prefer, or any other label, just as long as we recognise that these are merely tools of convenience, that infinity by definition cannot be encapsulated

ok i get the message. you seem to have discovered a new version of God

yes, that’s not as ridiculous as it seems

so your infinity is intelligent?

no

or benevolent?

no

then how on earth can you meaningfully describe it as a replacement for God?

because although it is neither intelligent nor compassionate, yet within infinity there be intelligence and compassion which can be called on, harnessed or utilised, if we have a good working relationship with infinity

but...

yes?

how can you have a “working relationship” with something that is completely inhuman and impersonal?

presumably because we ourselves are products of infinity, and start by attuning to the infinite within which we ourselves manifest

and then?

then infinity does what things cannot

?

reversing your laws of matter and causation to uphold the basic truth that nothing can detract from infinity itself, nothing can get in its way or prevent it from bringing to pass whatever best serves the simple underlying... um

that zero equals one?

that zero equals one if i am willing to is

i beg your pardon

if i am willing to is

yes, i heard you, but it makes no sense

none whatsoever – that’s the beauty of it

?

making no sense it catalyses or crystallises my 0=1 awareness, ensuring that i delocalise my conscious-awareness, that i enter the equation paradoxically as

for a minute there i foolishly thought you were going to say what

well perhaps i did, bearing in mind that the natural tendency, the bias is to make matter, to one, to thing

so you go the other way

we allow infinity to make what she will of us

yes zero square

apparently so, though none can say how or what in fact this is

and zero squared is one

if i is aware of one being nought

and is i aware of this

yes, it would appear to be so, if infinity is anything to go by

if infinity is able to reveal the unmade, matterless side of things

indeed

the three the one the two

the two the zero one

if numbers had souls

if numbers could matter more than the origin of whatever is i am

indeed

in no uncertain terms

zero squared equals one, he declares

if root one be

not is

am zero tree

while she smiles in serendipity

O

Iii

O

epilogue

those of you who elected to read this as a 3D text will now most likely be wiping up the cerebral nosebleed it almost certainly induced, perhaps asking whether hemi-spherical masochism is in fact the best path to enlightenment. my apologies. you are right to question the ingestion of the above as a healthy dietary option. our g-nomeportal sanitary committee is providing free baby wipes and dr pepper flavoured chewing gum as a consolation for those wishing to be consoled. before considering taking legal action please note paragraph 23.4.4.2 on page 493 of the g-nomeportal user agreement which stipulates that liability is, ultimately, in the eye of the beholder, not to mention the fact that g-nomeportal is registered in C3 (as opposed to 3D) which kiboshes your envisaged jurisdiction, not to mention the fact that 0=1 legal entities are notoriously difficult to pin down at point of fact. but should you wish to persevere you have our deepest admiration and utmost respect. were your energies to be channelled instead into eradicating poverty or saving the woolly mammoth from foregone extinction you would almost certainly succeed and your world would indeed be a better place.

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so were you to be infinity herself, beloved I, i’ll try not to get emotional, you would see a juxtaposition of noise and verbage, flight and folly, and you know what, somewhere in the middle of all that a third pops out of non-existence, an unexpected proof of alchemy i’ve secretly been working on for several years now, sadly inaccessible to none but the certified insane or credentialed saint, neither of whom would be particularly interested, but i live in hope and continue to tweak the formula in the misguided belief that somehow, someday i’ll (as opposed to ill) succeed (as opposed to suckseed), so there

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killing people – conscientiously

Cast of Characters:

Eugene – not the nicest guy in the world, but appearances may be deceptive?
Dan – a sound bloke, as they are wont to say in Albion, with an honest Anglo-Saxon name
You – the missing link in this genocidal tale of virtuous reality masquerading as a Socratean dialogue
Me – waving a conductor's baton, hiding in plain view, powerless to alter the course of events

At the end of an intense game of squash, Dan and Eugene head to the changing rooms for a shower, hardly noticing how their setting vanishes into the Greek halls of discourse, which themselves morph into something not unlike the old Globe theatre of Shakespeare's day, finally culminating in the distinctive quantum fields of indeterminacy – where nature meets numbers, and g-nome portal convenes its annual summer round-table wizardry tourney – but to our tale.


Frustrating? Of course it’s frustrating. How would you feel?

Er... I’m still finding it hard to accept that you’re for real. I mean, it’s one thing to talk about population control, which is a perfectly rational policy if we’re to save the planet from a mass extinction event, but...

Too little too late.

Perhaps you’re right but...

Just look at the figures. The die off is already happening. It’s almost certainly irreversible.

In that case why bother with your eugenics programme?

It’s a moral imperative.

To try to kill three or four billion people?

Preferably five or six. Yes. To save the planet, and humanity. We really have no choice.

We?

Those of us willing to face the facts, unpleasant though they may be, those of us willing to act, despite the grave danger this puts us in. For the greater good, for the common weal, noblesse oblige. Someone has to do it so who if not us?

God, perhaps?

God?! Really, Dan, I thought you had more sense.

Huh?

Who do you think created all these religions, corralled the masses into carefully groomed congregations of obedience and subjugation to a benevolent overlord?

Prophets and rulers. Rulers may have taken over and manipulated belief systems such as Christianity, but only because there was a potent spiritual core that resonated in the hearts and minds of the people, which convinced them in a way that no clever argument or lie could, that there is a deeper truth, a deeper purpose woven into the  fabric of their faith, which is still felt from time to time, which transcends the lies and cynical manipulations of so called rulers.

Bravo! What beautiful sentiments! Would that they were true, I too should subscribe to one of the collective cults of coercion referred to as “religions”.

Of coercion? What on earth are you on about?

Has there ever been a religion which has failed to follow the standard pattern like any seedling, of first establishing roots in the earth, then growing up towards the sun?

I’m not sure I follow your conceit?

Tis no conceit, I assure you. The apparent metaphor describes, literally, how every religion by design achieves the same energy objective.

Which is?

To make people, as in the masses, amenable to harvesting.

I beg your pardon?

Harvesting. You heard me right.

By whom? For what purpose?

That’s good – direct questions rather than vague philosophical flim flam.

Well?

Well, the so called creator, the farmer who sows the seeds is usually the one who intends to harvest the crop when it’s fully grown.

You mean God?

I mean the creator of this particular cultivation.

And you don’t think it’s God?

Well, by one definition whoever seeded man here on earth is referred to as God, but if by God you mean the supreme creator of life in general, I’d say no – this is not God, though obviously he’d wish you to believe it if that helps increase the potential yield of this crop.

But, if as you say this is just a farm and we like seeds have been planted and are growing in order to be harvested...

Yes?

Then why the urgent need to reduce the population? Isn’t it going to happen automatically?

Of course it is, but that will only immeasurably strengthen the power and wealth of so called God, the one that seeks to reap the bounties of humankind.

And you wish to prevent him from doing so? For the good of humanity?

Correct.

So there’s no God to defend us from this tyrannical imposter that allegedly masquerades as God through the many religions.

Not only through the recognised religions.

No, how else?

Through so called science, which has also become a religion, not to mention the welfare state, which likewise

has become a religion?

To all intents and purposes.

Unbelievable.

You see, once people have bought into whichever collective structure resonates with them, whichever seems most likely to be true or to best serve their ends, then they’re on the hook: a kind of carrot and stick hook, if you like, which ensures they effectively cease observing or questioning the fundamentals, but start instead investing their personal power in preserving and supporting whatever organisation or system they now adhere to.

Supposing that’s true – what’s so bad about that. United we stand, divided we fall. Humans are collective creatures – we’re happier and stronger working together for the common good.

True – but does it look like people are generally speaking happy, generally speaking united, generally speaking fulfilled, thriving, finding their true life purpose or even working for "common good".

Not exactly, no, but we've got to be realistic, haven't we? This isn't exactly utopia. People, by their very natures are far from perfect and end up making a mess of things. We have the gift of free will, and all too often we exercise it to our detriment, or the detriment of others – guided by our desires for instant gratification rather than what’s in humanity's best interests. That’s the learning process, isn’t it?

Yes, yes, we are sinful by our very nature, as we’re taught – and who am I to disagree, but on the other hand, our sins and desires are great for the church, great for the state, great for the God that plans to harvest beings who have spent their whole life disconnected from the great one and all – connected instead into surrogate agencies or organisations which benefit from our so called sinfulness.

Sorry – I don’t see how the Church or the state benefits from our sinfulness.

No, it’s hard to see, isn’t it – if you’re focussing on a concept such as “sinfulness” which plays havoc with you psychologically by encouraging feelings of shame and failure – rather than empowering you to heal or enabling you to see and to feel the deeper, fundamental energy flows which actually arouse and provoke unnatural, unhealthy passions and desires.

So you’re blaming…

No, there’s no blame whatsoever. The farmer needs his crop. He sets up the field, planting seeds in such a way that people willingly grow along his trellises, so he can harvest the grapes. He encourages certain genetics by interbreeding to maximise his return, and the fact that the people are a little less healthy, a little less happy, a little less natural than their earlier, less conditioned, less cultivated ancestors is hardly a cause for concern, because the harvest is not the bodies per se.

No? Then what?

This energy – this life force – this creative power which goes largely unused, which gets channelled into artificial, unnatural organisations built on false premises such as pseudo-religions, surrogate states – which pretend to be what they’re not in fact – pretend to be natural structures working for the common good – when in actual fact they’re trellises, or fish farms, or anything but the natural, fractal, spiralling structure which would work in harmony with the highest attainable consciousness of mankind, which would enable humankind to realise its untapped potential – to once again connect with creator, with source, with the fundamental be all and end all of Is – the ascending/descending wave in a double helix, or a toroidal field of toroidal fields – where God is not in any way, shape or form about coercion, about limiting or disempowering people, about generating endless insertions, structures, laws, rules, fear based control mechanisms… the kind of thing that dominates the world you live in.

So, you’ve decided that our God, whether that be the God of rational humanism, or socialism, or scientific materialism, or literally any religion – hope I’ve not missed anything out…

You’ve covered most the seed types.

is an imposter – an insertion, if you like, which comes between us and true God, and yet which we mistakenly take to be true God in our blindness or ignorance – but you, for some reason, know better than the rest of humanity – you and your Bilderberger, Trilateral or masonic elite – you want to save us from our enslavement by killing untold billions of people – in order to deprive that parasitic entity of its energy source.

Not exactly, but you’re certainly more right than wrong.

And you think that’s the lesser evil for humanity?

Well, lesser or greater – we’re fighting a war with a usurper who has taken over humankind, inserted certain mental and psychological implants which basically prevent people from being people – from working for the good of humanity – the human tree if you like. Our job is to resuscitate and save the tree which our humanity used to be, needs to be, has to be if we’re to survive. We therefore agreed to join the so called dark or service-to-self side – in order to stimulate the collective organism to sense the danger it is in – to try to bring it out of the comatose state by provoking a real-life crisis.

By trying to kill billions of people.

Would that they were people – sadly not one in a hundred so called "people" is actually alive. All their conscious energy has been subsumed, absorbed into the borg, into the machine, the matrix, the energy farm, the alien consciousness we are almost all part of. Yes. But if any of them can be saved, can be awakened, can be brought back to life – this will only happen when they’re presented with the stark "do or die" dilemma – which we are endeavouring to arrange.

By setting up bioweapons laboratories and releasing Frankenstein viruses into the public arena?

Absolutely. That's one line of action.

Which never seem to cause the damage you were hoping for.

Naturally, the collective consciousness, even that of enslaved people, still works to ensure survival.

So you don’t think that possibly you’re working against nature?

We aren’t playing games.

You’re telling me!

Our commitment to the creator, the true creator or all that is – the source of all code, all life, of all – is such that we’re willing to play the darkest, most heinous roles, as need be, in order to break the deadlock – in order to flush the parasitic farmer entities – the giant squid – the worm – into the open.

You’re fighting hell with hell. Don’t you see?

It is our drama – to play this role until the time comes when we’re able to step down and confess that it was always no more than a pact, the fulfilment of an ancient trust, of an agreement – to play our part in this human drama, la comédie humaine, to enable men and women to see beyond their limited perception of things, of matter, of stuff – to grasp the fundamentals of life and death, of power and debasement, without which, without so doing, none of this great endeavour amounts to aught, none of this to any more than nought.

Drama – mass murder?!

Thwarted – for this is not, in fact, a neutral stage. Every sequence of events is carefully managed, carefully controlled Dan, don’t you see?

I see insanity. I see evil.

You see your own vanity and self-indulgent hypocritical moral superiority.

Hypocritical?!

Absolutely.

In what way am I to be accused of seeking to kill my fellow human beings?

Without seeing the energy flows which you’re passively part of – you’d never notice, you’d never know.

And what exactly do these “energy flows” do that is so detrimental?

You, along with your sleeping brothers and sisters feed, nourish, sustain the beast which is keeping humanity enslaved, in mental, physical, spiritual poverty, bondage, virtualisation.

Huh?

You’ve virtualised yourself or yourselves – to the extent that what seems to be real and true is not even close to what’s really going on, what’s unfolding. Deep in your hearts, in your collective sub-consciousness you know this to be true – which is why you’re freaking out about climate change and a host of other non-issues, but you’re so busy creating enemies and blaming other people that nothing short of complete self-annihilation will wake you up. It’s like the mouse utopia experiments.

In which the mice had everything they needed to survive?

Correct.

And…

The colony expanded to a critical level, then collapsed, every time, back to not a single mouse alive.

So, if the mice utopia is true of humans – there would be no hope for us if we had ideal survival conditions, which we don’t. Many people still have to struggle to get by.

And you might even consider that the ultimate creator is looking for an alternative outcome, without which none of this means anything, and therefore…

You’ll do anything to justify being a demented, satanistic sociopath. People like you need to be locked up or exterminated.

And thus the world wags, as a motley fool once said. Here Dan, try on these glasses.

Huh?

Go on, try them on. What are you afraid of?

…

How else are you going to see the pathology you’re a part of?

…

unless you’d rather remain blissfully ignorant. In which case, you can hardly blame me. I am but a messenger.

Ok, let me try them on – if they’re legitimate, but how would I know? You yourself have admitted…

that there are energy flows which either go in natural spirals, or into black boxes. Make up your own mind. I merely give you the option to see with your own eyes and draw your own conclusions. If I’m right, you may discover that your "no harm policy" conceals… a dark tale all of your own.

[Dan puts on the glasses]

Blast my eyes! How could you live with this knowledge if it were true? How could you stop yourself from seeking to destroy every man woman and child who was plugged into this network of deception – this abomination?

Well, you know Dan, what differentiates humans from animals is perhaps our ability to laugh, is that not so? A sense of humour – the ability to step back and say “hey ho – things look dire but perhaps God has a plan, or if he doesn’t, perhaps this is all just an infinitely layered joke – which will make perfect sense the minute we let go of our hyper-inflated sense of self-importance, and realise that ultimately, in the greater order of things – that regardless of appearances of good intentions – hey nonny nonny,
converting all your sounds of woe,
then be you blithe and bonny
and sigh not so but let them go –
if all, in fact, is one; if this, in fact, be a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, unless, that is, zero equals one, unless infinity itself scampers across the stage of human self-righteousness, human conceit, and scatters tiny babel seeds which suddenly reveal how little we actually understand, how little we know, till laughter dissolves our God supplanting hubris, and we all revert to merry mirth and that was that – how well we played our parts, with what consummate skill and impassioned abandonment.