One, two, three, four, five, six.........
"If you have nothing to say, don't speak or write!"
A.
Every time you go to sleep, millions of trees are standing still, and most of them have been on this planet longer than you.
A sky is a very mysterious creature indeed, but water is almost nothing at all.
There is a sky, you can plainly see it with your eyes. And your eyes, they are alive. And alive, well that is a very mysterious thing indeed.
Water will wash off the rocks, or crush them into sand, and the water sticks the sand to your feet.
SUNSET, FLIP-BOOK, THE MOON IS HERE
****
nOT EVERYTHING is preety orx beutful. Sum thinx are UGLEE AND FAT OR STUPID!!!!
NASTY, DISGUSTING, HORRIBLE, WRETCHED, FNORD, BLASPHEMOUS, REVOLTING, REPULSIVE, VOMIT, CUNT, SHIT, FUCK, DIRT, BLOOD, SNOT, BAD WORDS, STINKY FEET, ASS & POOP, FARTS, CHUNKS, SWEATY BALLS, PUKE, DICK, SCROTUM, BUTTHOLE, TURDS, BEARD, CHEW, WENT, FISTING, BLOWJOB, BUTTASS, POP, ZITS, ACNE, DISEASE, RAPE, GENOCIDE, TRAGEDY, HAIRY, MURDER, VIOLENCE, WAR, GUTS, INNARDS, IMPROPER STUFF, WRONGDOINGS, SIN, FRUITCAKE, SHOES, BOOGERS, MUD, INTESTINES, REDNECKS, RASH, MULCH, MILK!
****
But it's important to be happy at all times, OR YOU'LL BE SORRY
Chapter 26: If Your TV Says It's OK, Then Yeah
We are sitting in a chair.
No one understands how big my feet are, and no one can make shoes that fit ever, because I can't wear them. In a million years, you never felt about this way before. Chewing on a whole t-shirt heats my jaw tendons with soggy fabric. Pour chemicals on your head's bald dad but not on your radio!
September is the first month of school. A cloth cap and a bag of apples. Recent tests with real rats revealed that actual food creates a more durable life than processed foods. Volatile television channels warp the inside of Denny's large head.
Fit for a king, but a queen size is biggest, princes sleep in a cardboard pyramid, it smells like vinyl sleeves. Sweat on your elbows! Never again will a water-destined rodent remember to rent electronics at a nationwide discover sale.
After four months I had licked the entire Wal-Mart parking lot and the whole area had a cheesy vapor hanging over it like chemtrails. My taste buds were bloody and covered with sores and embedded bits of gravel. Banged my gavel and had Tim hanged, I was the jury and executioner.
A baby alligator chewing on your thumbs, a violet car driving into a newsroom window, I don't like steak for poisonous pencils. Give your friend a nice card or a muscle bound mouse named Charles Huppins, Jr.
My ears are so wide, I receive free channels in my head when I sleep. Reverse the huge hambuger, but don't gnaw on a fir tree!
No one understands how big my feet are, and no one can make shoes that fit ever, because I can't wear them. In a million years, you never felt about this way before. Chewing on a whole t-shirt heats my jaw tendons with soggy fabric. Pour chemicals on your head's bald dad but not on your radio!
September is the first month of school. A cloth cap and a bag of apples. Recent tests with real rats revealed that actual food creates a more durable life than processed foods. Volatile television channels warp the inside of Denny's large head.
Fit for a king, but a queen size is biggest, princes sleep in a cardboard pyramid, it smells like vinyl sleeves. Sweat on your elbows! Never again will a water-destined rodent remember to rent electronics at a nationwide discover sale.
After four months I had licked the entire Wal-Mart parking lot and the whole area had a cheesy vapor hanging over it like chemtrails. My taste buds were bloody and covered with sores and embedded bits of gravel. Banged my gavel and had Tim hanged, I was the jury and executioner.
A baby alligator chewing on your thumbs, a violet car driving into a newsroom window, I don't like steak for poisonous pencils. Give your friend a nice card or a muscle bound mouse named Charles Huppins, Jr.
My ears are so wide, I receive free channels in my head when I sleep. Reverse the huge hambuger, but don't gnaw on a fir tree!
Chapter 27: The Very Big Block
"Is there nothing to be left?" asks One.
"Yes." replies Another, "There is nothing."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
An exciting discovery was made today in SCIENCE. The important professors from Intelligent University in Minnesota have unearthed an ancient document which reveals the fundamental secrets of the universe.
Apparently there are no fundamental secrets, and there is no difference between things that are "ancient" and things that happen "right now."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Pancakes for breakfast, o pancakes.
Syrup and golden buttered maple syrup
sticks to my younger brother's face and eyebrows
I throw the spoon at my younger brother
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
My daytime perspective. A sun, bright as the heart that beats me.
A tree, filters the UV. My body, and my eyes, see the sky and air
"Yes." replies Another, "There is nothing."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
An exciting discovery was made today in SCIENCE. The important professors from Intelligent University in Minnesota have unearthed an ancient document which reveals the fundamental secrets of the universe.
Apparently there are no fundamental secrets, and there is no difference between things that are "ancient" and things that happen "right now."
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Pancakes for breakfast, o pancakes.
Syrup and golden buttered maple syrup
sticks to my younger brother's face and eyebrows
I throw the spoon at my younger brother
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((O))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
My daytime perspective. A sun, bright as the heart that beats me.
A tree, filters the UV. My body, and my eyes, see the sky and air
Chapter 28: Harbor East Subdivision
Look at my new razor-hydro-silence-power goggles.
With'em, I can see for miles and miles.
It is late and long ago in the summer and the sky is red, orange and purple.
The crickets remind me that life is going on.
I remember that cars have not yet been invented.
My eyes water against the dry wind.
What is that?
Who is this?
I begin to walk.
I enjoy walking through space, because the shapes move and change.
Cars have been invented by now, and the roads are here and paved black and hot.
I saw a dead terrier on the side of the road here. It had curly white hair and a pudgy little face. His head lay in a small pool of his own blood. I had to stare at him in disbelief for several minutes. Not sure what to make of it yet. Something can be so disgusting and heartbreaking at the same time. Sadness is an ugly little man with hurt in his feelings. After a minute, all the sounds returned.
In the future, where I live, you can never have silence. There is always the sound of machines humming nearby. Or you can hear the mechanical drone of the highway not too far away. Nature is a luxury, a tourist attraction. It is kept to a minumum, for safety reasons. The ordered set.
Most terriers have owners, or at least former owners. I did not expect to meet these people, but the little dog linked our lives together now, in the general scheme of things.
In the distance, some big yellow tractors were digging a large hole.
In the future, much of the Earth has been paved for automobiles. Cars are living extensions of the human organism. Today, it seemed pathetic and horrible.
They sped past me like wild yelps. Avoiding unecessary human interaction at 70 MPH.
I saw a neighborhood with houses, but no people. The silence was uncomfortable, as I walked down the empty street. All the lawns were perfectly manicured.
A sign beyond the highway overpass insisted: "Welcome To Harbor East Subdivision."
Walking, I am the pedestrian. The huge sign indicates that I am entering Harbor East Subdivision.
The name does not have a “certain ring” to it. No.
It sounds like some kind of US military operation, perhaps a CIA mind control experiment gone horribly wrong in the late 1950s. There is no one in the front yard of any house, and the only sounds come from the highway in the distance. It all begins to look like a twisted epilogue to some movie about the dangers of nuclear testing. Presently, I step in the remains of another dead animal.
The cat's head is crushed on one side, and blood has poured out of his mouth. He has beautiful shades of coffee, chocolate and vanilla colors in his fur.
As I walked up to the body, a group of flies swirled up off the carcass, visibly annoyed that I had interrupted their feast.
The cat's eyes had been blown out of his skull, and they hung violently out of the sockets.
With'em, I can see for miles and miles.
It is late and long ago in the summer and the sky is red, orange and purple.
The crickets remind me that life is going on.
I remember that cars have not yet been invented.
My eyes water against the dry wind.
What is that?
Who is this?
I begin to walk.
I enjoy walking through space, because the shapes move and change.
Cars have been invented by now, and the roads are here and paved black and hot.
I saw a dead terrier on the side of the road here. It had curly white hair and a pudgy little face. His head lay in a small pool of his own blood. I had to stare at him in disbelief for several minutes. Not sure what to make of it yet. Something can be so disgusting and heartbreaking at the same time. Sadness is an ugly little man with hurt in his feelings. After a minute, all the sounds returned.
In the future, where I live, you can never have silence. There is always the sound of machines humming nearby. Or you can hear the mechanical drone of the highway not too far away. Nature is a luxury, a tourist attraction. It is kept to a minumum, for safety reasons. The ordered set.
Most terriers have owners, or at least former owners. I did not expect to meet these people, but the little dog linked our lives together now, in the general scheme of things.
In the distance, some big yellow tractors were digging a large hole.
In the future, much of the Earth has been paved for automobiles. Cars are living extensions of the human organism. Today, it seemed pathetic and horrible.
They sped past me like wild yelps. Avoiding unecessary human interaction at 70 MPH.
I saw a neighborhood with houses, but no people. The silence was uncomfortable, as I walked down the empty street. All the lawns were perfectly manicured.
A sign beyond the highway overpass insisted: "Welcome To Harbor East Subdivision."
Walking, I am the pedestrian. The huge sign indicates that I am entering Harbor East Subdivision.
The name does not have a “certain ring” to it. No.
It sounds like some kind of US military operation, perhaps a CIA mind control experiment gone horribly wrong in the late 1950s. There is no one in the front yard of any house, and the only sounds come from the highway in the distance. It all begins to look like a twisted epilogue to some movie about the dangers of nuclear testing. Presently, I step in the remains of another dead animal.
The cat's head is crushed on one side, and blood has poured out of his mouth. He has beautiful shades of coffee, chocolate and vanilla colors in his fur.
As I walked up to the body, a group of flies swirled up off the carcass, visibly annoyed that I had interrupted their feast.
The cat's eyes had been blown out of his skull, and they hung violently out of the sockets.
Chapter 29: Planet Park
We live rational lives. We are reasonable people. Everything within reason. Let's not be too hasty. Respect your elders! Respect each other! Respect me! Do what people tell you to do if they're certified. Take a donkey for a walk around the block!
Don't think of yourself. Think of all selves. All times and all places, events and organisms. Think about objects and water and air. The 10,000 things that make up the gradient border between the heavens and the Earth. Think of them because they are happening now. Think of them because there is nothing else. You move and breathe with billions of others like you. You think you are so alone, and so do billions like you. All is one, and what a lonely one it must be!
Look at your body! Don't be ashamed, what are you ashamed of??? Lousy christian traditions! Your body is a living work of art, and you didn't make it yourself so please show some appreciation for it. Are you seeing faults in your body or faults in yourself?
Do you have a penis or a vagina? Do you have both? If you have both, that's just great! The spiritual significance of "penis" and "vagina" as words is very noticeable. Many people have a visceral reaction to the words, however subtle. This comes from ages and ages of body-bashing by the type of people who insist that ORIGINAL SIN is real and we are all flawed by nature. Flaws are equally important!
What will become of me? Wonder! Where did I come from? Am I the result of a glint in my father's eye? The reason you are here, the reason any of us are here in this world is highly mysterious. The chain of genetic linkage is long and grows vague with age. We don't know what the hell we are, no one really does. Human being.
The face is a beacon of expression. Smile for yes, acceptance, approval, joy, elation, love, compassion, amusement, amazement and laughter! Frown for no, opposition, disapproval, scorn, sadness, misery, depression, irritation, annoyance and weeping. The original prototypes for the face can be seen in many animals who use less complicated methods of visual expression. Brightly coloured birds and flowers, chameleons, various postures as symbols of submission, dominance, etc. Nature is full of visible language, and the face is one of the most advanced ones going.
When you're really happy, you smile without trying to. Your eyes contain the basic flavor of your thoughts.
In the modern world, technology is part of the extended human phenotype. We are so obsessed with cultivating our stupid little machine that we've lost interest in life to a sickening degree. People secretly love feeling "stressed out" because it gives them a feeling of justification, importance, that sort of of thing.
People are always blaming people and trying to avoid blame themselves. And really blame is just scorn from other people. Shame is the opposite, inner side of scorn. You feel ashamed when your fellow humans abandon you for some wrongdoings.
The road makes an awkward triangle as it extends (expands) away into the foreground. Distance seems to decrease MY ability to discern detail. I don't know what it means.
A stack of skull, bones, muscle, flesh, tissue, organs, liver, onions, potatoes, balls, ears, cartilage, feet, stomach, intestines, legs, eyeballs, hair, teeth, breasts, toes, buttocks, appendix, heart, lungs, elbows keeps me up at night or in the morning. My brain is at the top because it operates the rest of them.
I walk! I hold myself up in space and I am a kind of moving tree. It would seem.
each direction extends for infinity in every direction in all directions go on forever until time is meaningless. time is meaningless when it is now, instead of when, which is never. Forever again. Here and now. Space is eternity incarnate, time is the shape of change.
Four dimensional non-distancical type of things which aforementioned thus. Etc!
Symbol slinging homonids and bendy twisty joints to run with. Eyescanner reality system produces colourful pop-art universe. Light illuminates, shadow contrast. All you can see is light and shadow. Notes of music and organic human voice. Timbre, sky, cave, echo.
Fluid and gaseous vapor and beaver dam and treetops, rustling of endlessly summering dead dandelions with gray wispy seeds. Silent twilight cold green grass summer crickets harmonizing quietly among your field of perceptionish.
RAIN! Lines of mirrorwater, cold or lukewarm, light and sprinkly or fat and slooshy! Puddles with expanding spheripples and glushy gupples.
Frozen rain=freezy snow. Hexagonal crystal white reflective sub-zero breath fog sting cheek numb fingers. Melted snow on your warm skin, frozen snot and eyelashes. Powdery or slushy or crunchy and grimacey. Wet frozen snow. Cloud-dropped fresh and frozen in intricate patterns. Covers the grass in ganzfeld mountains devoid of color left blank empty fields of white silence. Rippled hills tundra desert. Spiral wind whooshes by polar ice caps polarizey snowball flake ice. Long ice daggers drip water blood drops from the rain gutter.
Jeweled eyes reflect sphered mirrors of jade, orange amber green, sequoia, sapphire stone, brown European heated black drink steamy eyes ebony rose lime scented morning air eyes. Licorice and charcoal, the ultrawhite sheen on a reflective surface distracts my eye, which is UNACCEPTABLE
GEOS-gigantic Earth distributes us into space, holds us aloft in 666 patterns in every infinite direction. The earth is a sphere and we go outwards, up. Standing with feet on the land of the circle. Silently rotating in deep empty space. The sun soaks spiritual significance onto Gaia-Canvas Earthsphere. Geos, the third, the mothership of fools.
At the center of object A lies a center of gravity, distinguished from all other points but simultaneously EXISTS as all other points. The center of gravity is the chain linking everything to everything else. Space is illusion, all is inseperable as thus. Experience is how existence works.
Africa the home of the tribe. the safari zebra dry grassland snake rhinoceres giraffe and great magestic feline cat. The silent dignity of life before the great shift into technology and symbolism. The human home is dying, the human mind is falling apart into madness. So many inputs, so little output.
Chantrance floaterize climbstairs upcastle. Persian arabesque swirl whorl loop DNA double-helix pattern design mandala. Mandlebrot mushroom mechanical parasol. It began to rain Skittles® and I was uncertain of my exact location. I seem to know only what is not. In relation to what I suppose, I knows.
Toenail violence is hitting our streets. Noise complaints are serious and so is AIDS and so we should know. But do we?
You aren't reading this correctly.
Don't think of yourself. Think of all selves. All times and all places, events and organisms. Think about objects and water and air. The 10,000 things that make up the gradient border between the heavens and the Earth. Think of them because they are happening now. Think of them because there is nothing else. You move and breathe with billions of others like you. You think you are so alone, and so do billions like you. All is one, and what a lonely one it must be!
Look at your body! Don't be ashamed, what are you ashamed of??? Lousy christian traditions! Your body is a living work of art, and you didn't make it yourself so please show some appreciation for it. Are you seeing faults in your body or faults in yourself?
Do you have a penis or a vagina? Do you have both? If you have both, that's just great! The spiritual significance of "penis" and "vagina" as words is very noticeable. Many people have a visceral reaction to the words, however subtle. This comes from ages and ages of body-bashing by the type of people who insist that ORIGINAL SIN is real and we are all flawed by nature. Flaws are equally important!
What will become of me? Wonder! Where did I come from? Am I the result of a glint in my father's eye? The reason you are here, the reason any of us are here in this world is highly mysterious. The chain of genetic linkage is long and grows vague with age. We don't know what the hell we are, no one really does. Human being.
The face is a beacon of expression. Smile for yes, acceptance, approval, joy, elation, love, compassion, amusement, amazement and laughter! Frown for no, opposition, disapproval, scorn, sadness, misery, depression, irritation, annoyance and weeping. The original prototypes for the face can be seen in many animals who use less complicated methods of visual expression. Brightly coloured birds and flowers, chameleons, various postures as symbols of submission, dominance, etc. Nature is full of visible language, and the face is one of the most advanced ones going.
When you're really happy, you smile without trying to. Your eyes contain the basic flavor of your thoughts.
In the modern world, technology is part of the extended human phenotype. We are so obsessed with cultivating our stupid little machine that we've lost interest in life to a sickening degree. People secretly love feeling "stressed out" because it gives them a feeling of justification, importance, that sort of of thing.
People are always blaming people and trying to avoid blame themselves. And really blame is just scorn from other people. Shame is the opposite, inner side of scorn. You feel ashamed when your fellow humans abandon you for some wrongdoings.
The road makes an awkward triangle as it extends (expands) away into the foreground. Distance seems to decrease MY ability to discern detail. I don't know what it means.
A stack of skull, bones, muscle, flesh, tissue, organs, liver, onions, potatoes, balls, ears, cartilage, feet, stomach, intestines, legs, eyeballs, hair, teeth, breasts, toes, buttocks, appendix, heart, lungs, elbows keeps me up at night or in the morning. My brain is at the top because it operates the rest of them.
I walk! I hold myself up in space and I am a kind of moving tree. It would seem.
each direction extends for infinity in every direction in all directions go on forever until time is meaningless. time is meaningless when it is now, instead of when, which is never. Forever again. Here and now. Space is eternity incarnate, time is the shape of change.
Four dimensional non-distancical type of things which aforementioned thus. Etc!
Symbol slinging homonids and bendy twisty joints to run with. Eyescanner reality system produces colourful pop-art universe. Light illuminates, shadow contrast. All you can see is light and shadow. Notes of music and organic human voice. Timbre, sky, cave, echo.
Fluid and gaseous vapor and beaver dam and treetops, rustling of endlessly summering dead dandelions with gray wispy seeds. Silent twilight cold green grass summer crickets harmonizing quietly among your field of perceptionish.
RAIN! Lines of mirrorwater, cold or lukewarm, light and sprinkly or fat and slooshy! Puddles with expanding spheripples and glushy gupples.
Frozen rain=freezy snow. Hexagonal crystal white reflective sub-zero breath fog sting cheek numb fingers. Melted snow on your warm skin, frozen snot and eyelashes. Powdery or slushy or crunchy and grimacey. Wet frozen snow. Cloud-dropped fresh and frozen in intricate patterns. Covers the grass in ganzfeld mountains devoid of color left blank empty fields of white silence. Rippled hills tundra desert. Spiral wind whooshes by polar ice caps polarizey snowball flake ice. Long ice daggers drip water blood drops from the rain gutter.
Jeweled eyes reflect sphered mirrors of jade, orange amber green, sequoia, sapphire stone, brown European heated black drink steamy eyes ebony rose lime scented morning air eyes. Licorice and charcoal, the ultrawhite sheen on a reflective surface distracts my eye, which is UNACCEPTABLE
GEOS-gigantic Earth distributes us into space, holds us aloft in 666 patterns in every infinite direction. The earth is a sphere and we go outwards, up. Standing with feet on the land of the circle. Silently rotating in deep empty space. The sun soaks spiritual significance onto Gaia-Canvas Earthsphere. Geos, the third, the mothership of fools.
At the center of object A lies a center of gravity, distinguished from all other points but simultaneously EXISTS as all other points. The center of gravity is the chain linking everything to everything else. Space is illusion, all is inseperable as thus. Experience is how existence works.
Africa the home of the tribe. the safari zebra dry grassland snake rhinoceres giraffe and great magestic feline cat. The silent dignity of life before the great shift into technology and symbolism. The human home is dying, the human mind is falling apart into madness. So many inputs, so little output.
Chantrance floaterize climbstairs upcastle. Persian arabesque swirl whorl loop DNA double-helix pattern design mandala. Mandlebrot mushroom mechanical parasol. It began to rain Skittles® and I was uncertain of my exact location. I seem to know only what is not. In relation to what I suppose, I knows.
Toenail violence is hitting our streets. Noise complaints are serious and so is AIDS and so we should know. But do we?
You aren't reading this correctly.
Chapter 30: Structure Columns
Throughout Human History.......
After Ten Million Years; we are the Age of Information (Une Saga de'Informons).
Punctured deformed and mutated whirls of life are now spiralling out of the molds we cast for them in our collectively lifelong Quest for Knowledge. Millions of TV channels and Global Warming!!! Political parties! Scientific data! Insurance companies, funeral homes, gas stations, grocery stores, video gaming communities, genres of all the genres of media, opinion forums, critic's choice awards, organic vegetables, dietary supplements, plastic surgery, traffic lights, pornography, Ritalin and President George W. Bush!!!!
Computerized graphics catch our eyes and capture our minds. Trees and grass are nothing more than the Global Carpet.
Conclusions are reached by sifting through the endless sea of information, and picking up the most concise rock you find.
The relativity of intelligence is now becoming clear. Nothing is ultimately true or false. The Universe has not truly passed judgement on anything, and we are the Guessers and Symbol-makers.
The realization that Uncertainty precedes any knowledge is not a helpful idea.
***
With words,
People have eyes and hands and arms and ears.
Trees have branches and roots and stems and leaves.
No one knows why.
Many theories abound
No one knows why anything is anything. No one knows why anything exists, or seems to exist. This is at once profoundly irritating and bewildering. It can also be a source of wonder and joy to those who do not take themselves quite so "seriously."
There are many theories about existence, but none of them can be absolutely proven true or false.
Because of this primal uncertainty, NOTHING can be absolutely proven true or false. The most we can ever know about anything is a guess; where your guess is as good as mine.
Reality is more "straightfoward" than your nightly dreams, but we can no longer assume it is any more "real."
***
Because life is a place where we are meant to cry AND laugh. We are simultaneously dying AND being born, and we are capable of both good AND evil.
We aspire to the "higher" values simply because "aspiration" is the moral equivalent of "acceleration."
Good and Evil balance each other. They are inversely equal to one another. They are mirror images.
In the physical world, we see the interaction of objects according to physical laws.
In the realm of information and language, we see the interaction of logic and laws of syntax.
In the world of mathematics, we see quantities interact with other quantities, based on certain laws of identity (ie. 1=1, 2=2, etc)
***
The world of pure information is also called the "mind."
Our mind has no beginning or end, and so it is called a "stream" of consciousness.
All things are known through information and the "mind."
Our mind is our window to existence.
However, the mind and existence seem to occupy the same space, which is eternally mysterious.
You know everything through your mind, and yet you know your mind through your mind.
***
There is a ghost in the works here. Someone called the "self" is ever-watchful. The self cannot be found, because the self will never be found by itself.
Looking for the self is like cutting a blade in half with its own edge. Without the self, there is no one seeking, and with the self, there is nothing to seek.
***
There is nothing beyond speculation, i suppose
After Ten Million Years; we are the Age of Information (Une Saga de'Informons).
Punctured deformed and mutated whirls of life are now spiralling out of the molds we cast for them in our collectively lifelong Quest for Knowledge. Millions of TV channels and Global Warming!!! Political parties! Scientific data! Insurance companies, funeral homes, gas stations, grocery stores, video gaming communities, genres of all the genres of media, opinion forums, critic's choice awards, organic vegetables, dietary supplements, plastic surgery, traffic lights, pornography, Ritalin and President George W. Bush!!!!
Computerized graphics catch our eyes and capture our minds. Trees and grass are nothing more than the Global Carpet.
Conclusions are reached by sifting through the endless sea of information, and picking up the most concise rock you find.
The relativity of intelligence is now becoming clear. Nothing is ultimately true or false. The Universe has not truly passed judgement on anything, and we are the Guessers and Symbol-makers.
The realization that Uncertainty precedes any knowledge is not a helpful idea.
***
With words,
People have eyes and hands and arms and ears.
Trees have branches and roots and stems and leaves.
No one knows why.
Many theories abound
No one knows why anything is anything. No one knows why anything exists, or seems to exist. This is at once profoundly irritating and bewildering. It can also be a source of wonder and joy to those who do not take themselves quite so "seriously."
There are many theories about existence, but none of them can be absolutely proven true or false.
Because of this primal uncertainty, NOTHING can be absolutely proven true or false. The most we can ever know about anything is a guess; where your guess is as good as mine.
Reality is more "straightfoward" than your nightly dreams, but we can no longer assume it is any more "real."
***
Because life is a place where we are meant to cry AND laugh. We are simultaneously dying AND being born, and we are capable of both good AND evil.
We aspire to the "higher" values simply because "aspiration" is the moral equivalent of "acceleration."
Good and Evil balance each other. They are inversely equal to one another. They are mirror images.
In the physical world, we see the interaction of objects according to physical laws.
In the realm of information and language, we see the interaction of logic and laws of syntax.
In the world of mathematics, we see quantities interact with other quantities, based on certain laws of identity (ie. 1=1, 2=2, etc)
***
The world of pure information is also called the "mind."
Our mind has no beginning or end, and so it is called a "stream" of consciousness.
All things are known through information and the "mind."
Our mind is our window to existence.
However, the mind and existence seem to occupy the same space, which is eternally mysterious.
You know everything through your mind, and yet you know your mind through your mind.
***
There is a ghost in the works here. Someone called the "self" is ever-watchful. The self cannot be found, because the self will never be found by itself.
Looking for the self is like cutting a blade in half with its own edge. Without the self, there is no one seeking, and with the self, there is nothing to seek.
***
There is nothing beyond speculation, i suppose
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