ohmygoddess!!!, I ALWAYS say that or "ohmyGaia", often prompts a "who is Gaia" reply, hence giving me an opening.....(pardon the rather crude Gaia-opening pun)
I guess essentially what I mean by Quanta Gaian is I love nature, the earth, the nature of things, the physics of things, that mathematics are the language of nature, the ultimate proof of organization in the universe seems to lie in math. How the same mathematical sequence that is found in the spiral of the milky way and the spiral of a a snail shell and the spiral of a hair whirl on our head, etc are all the golden spiral equation blows my mind and that it's essentially all connected makes me feel a lot less hopeless about who i am and the humans around me, sometimes when I lay in bed and the fear of death comes over me, I think of the spiral and how it keeps going until we can't see it and it goes somewhere else, infinity in the centre and...i don't know 'exfinity' ? on the outside, but it continues and I feel I am a part of that, winking out of existence here but into existence somewhere else.
I love that the same emotion inducing hormone that is created when a human loves and cares for her child is the same hormone that any animal who raises its young creates and feels, to me is far more magical and wondrous than any fairy tale that Humankind has ever made up about creation. The answers are out there but the real fun is the questioning and seeking. Are you ever in chat? So far I have never found anyone on there but had a very confusing conversation with what turned out to be an AI!
These are some lyrics to my favourite song, actually the song I want played at my funeral, (which will hopefully be far in the future) right now I just really love dancing to it and contemplating it, but anyway, they speak volumes to me, hope you like them.
Lateralus Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel this moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
maynard j. keenan you are a god
searching for kindred.... 
omigoddess... 
Linear Mode
