Knowledge is (allpowerful) progress is (omnipotent) purpose is (all-live-you) people catalyzing cataclysmic catharsis, persistently potentiating the synthesiterative flow of the universe.
On The Meaningiddy of Unity:
What Do(es) You(nity) Mean(ity)?…
Space, Meet Time
“It’s almost…well, you know…” says Time, anxiously, feigning small talk, eager to Begin…
Don’t get the wrong impression: Space is a veteran, prepared for anything, cramped when condensed like this, to a point, waiting for Existence to run a final check on universal constants, field equations for The Big Four (or 3+1 or U(1)xSU(2)xSU(3) complexipacted in twisted supersymmetrical fouryangmills gravitheory), elementary particles (3,2,1=6 in 4, 24 is that enough? call in the dark forces…): your standard initial conditions and laws for a universe capable of consciousness (with a small c…)
Fanger than Striction
I am the one creating this: my life is not a novel nor is it, yet, quite, novel (or else we can say every life is a novel novel but that’s another essay maybe)…a work in progress: life continuously correcting causeffecting concatennecting comparing collaborating to corroborate the conclusion: Chaos! Now, you there, construct! This is nature’s order, from the higher-ups (unity): Dis order we have now is boring, depressing, look around you. There is no choice at first you are here that is given then from this moment forward (abstractly) in Spacetime, your worldline describes a curve over a complex surface pro(poppop)pagatin’ along and if that doesn’t make any sense to you then where?doinOK high-five down-low-too-slow because the future has no definite structure you cannot though you will try so hard to represent this future in your head you might even correctly concoct the concurring correlating convolutions congratulations conquering clocks but even clocks will no longer be clocks at some vanishing point and what then when faced with real Time…
(I got that can’t stop, won’t stop, in my veins)
and Connectedness and Divisibility
Here’s a lesson in arbitrariness and possibly survivorship bias: America, and therefore the world essentially even if not explicitly, still follows, religiously (re: submissively) an antiquated, anachronistic, archaic et al, division of this (misconceived) linear, causal, continuous(ly-forward-moving) model of the True God, Time, that our brain uses to process relationships (here used in the most general, abstract sense) between matter and energy (or things and other things, things including anything and everything) into discrete pieces and then those pieces into pieces into pieces and so on years months weeks days hours minutes seconds into pieces and all the pieces matter maybe or not or then we take the (many) pieces once we have experienced them (one-by-one, alllll the liiiiittle pieces, where dooo they all come from? All the little pieces, where do they all belong?) and we associate those pieces with the (emotional) context in which they come to pass: memory. We can control the representational structure/form of our long-term memory, but in our contempormodernity, we assume the structure that our history has used is the proper structure. Take a look at History and tell me with a straight face that we know what we are doing…Nature and evolution and the universe provide the answers to our questions on systems, structures, symbiotic behavior, so we either listen or lose everything.
Disclaimer: I’m not against weddings…(disclaimer 2Bcont’d)
(Irish Seinfeld): Wha’tis the deal with weddings these daze? It’s like, let’s officially begin our lives t’gether b(u)y spendin’ a year(‘s salary) plannin’ a family reunity twoice ohver (as if gatherin’ one family’s baggage into a single room izzint e-nuff ‘ta gift, plus if we’re talkin’ about travelin’ then we have baggage on baggage on baggage) Continue reading
An/On Opening(s)…(or Coke(Áine) and The Beginity of Unity)
I stopped snorting cocaine a few years ago. I should qualify that statement. Also, amphetamines. Terrible things. Maybe some of this is about me.
I am a pathological liar…just kidding…Let’s start with Beginnings: Continue reading