A good reply, again, Nobody. Especially since it does make our separation of positions more clear.
It is always difficult to find the simplest framework and make it work for what we are trying to say. Yet it is becoming more and more obvious to me that you are using an overall two-prong approach, while mine is three-pronged.
Where I see you use the 1 and the 0 as the framework, and using conclusions from this approach, my framework on that same level as yours has three parts: A, 1/A and 0.
A: can be seen as the overall state, for which we agree that it does not exist as an absolute state (except in the abstract: universe, god, all).
0: can be seen as the phenomenon of nothing
1/A can be seen as the ego-level. Anything or anyone that can refer to itself as 'self' is covered under this 1/A. In this version, I am the 1 (and I do not need to translate this to include other people for whom the same is true, because each person reading it will read for themselves the basic truth: I am the 1).
Delivering an overall vision with a framework that does not give this aspect of 1/A an equally most important and fundamental position as 1 and 0, is appointing the wrong framework as the overall framework — it cannot be done. This is where our deliveries are separate deliveries. The ego is part and parcel of the highest level. It does not mean the ego is only of the highest level (unfortunately not), for when I write that I am the 1, I must immediately state that being the 1 does not mean that I am all-powerfull; I am just a tiny self, but I cannot be taken out of the equation. As such, I am both god-like and quite insignificant at the same time.
The consequence of this framework is that A does not exist without 1/A, and since I am at least to some degree disconnected of the A, the A is also not of an absolute nature (except in the abstract). However, the 1/A contains and displays the absolute nature. In our reality, we find multiple versions of an absolute nature.
In my view, the A as an absolute position can only refer to the original state that once existed (prior to the BB). And since 1/A is the currently existing delivery of this A, I must conclude that (even the original) A is of a far lesser magnitude than the Christian, Muslim, and Jewish cultures want to make us believe.
Within our universe, we encounter an environment of gigantic proportions — but only from our own perspective. That does not mean at all that the original state was anything gigantic. The potential of a gigantic oak tree is captured in a tiny seed. The seed contains the "god of this tree" already, is part and parcel throughout the life of the tree. And we can say that even when the seed does not come to become a full grown tree, the seed carries this absolute nature. This nature finds its appropriate position both at the specific level and at the overall level, and nothing in our universe can change that.
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Nothing can change that except the changeless state of the universe, which is what I propose when we consider there are no spaces between particles.
Your proposition implies there are spaces of nothing separating multiple instances of absolute entities; and mine implies there are no spaces, nor are there particles existing relative to space and other particles.
"The consequence of this framework is that A does not exist without 1/A, and since I am at least to some degree disconnected of the A, the A is also not of an absolute nature (except in the abstract)."
The above requires an explanation of how a literal 1 divided by an abstract 1 equals 2 separate states. That is like saying 1/0=2.
"In my view, the A as an absolute position can only refer to the original state that once existed (prior to the BB)."
If the above were worded in such a way to refer to the non-existent state that can never exist, I would agree. The big bang, imo, is based on logical fallacies established through theological interpretations and furthered by misleading observations. Non existence can't exist at any time, especially if the implications don't allow for the existence of space and time.
Regarding the seed of life, growth, and the "I" existing separate to the absolute universe, there are many scams promoted by "gurus" that aim to merge souls with their true self based on ancient teachings. The idea being to singularize the self to the exclusion of eveything else, and they charge alot of money to teach you what is already known. This may seem irrelevant, but learning a method from others to gain some secret knowledge is the crux of what is trying to be delivered here.
The physical and spiritual kingdoms promoted for millennia are one and the same, based on unifying heaven (the head) and earth (the body) through methodologies and false religions. The goal is alignment and accord of the events of the heavens and earth, the head and the body; ironically by letting go completely of the self, the head and body naturally align, and the transformation of this alone would create heaven on earth.
It seems that people want to know all about the heavens, and to manifest their destinies on earth, instead of just letting the heavens do what it does (and doesn't do).
The human race had been degenerating, for the CBR (or CMB) antenna that broadcast our universal reality show had long been out of whack. A top-secret government organization contacted ToeQuest and a poll was held. Member Nobody was chosen as the "no one" most likely to succeed in whacking the transmitter back into adjustment, for he could operate with scarce a trace of not being there.
(Background: The corrupted DNA of the Universe)
No one yet fully understands the irreducible complexity of the DNA double helix which is the template for all carbon based life. It is so complex that the slightest change along the myriad of interrelated ladder of events causes the total collapse of the organism. DNA is made of 4 nucleotides arranged in such a way that a large number of perfectly cascading events form a living thinking life form. Now, what about at the universal level?
*** TOP SECRET *** EYES ONLY *** TOP SECRET ***
Likewise, a much more complex universal DNA template is the common thread of a much greater type of exponentially encrypted digital code of Everything which forms our entire universe, generating it in a virtual holographic way, that is:
The Infinite radiates through a DNA matrix,
Using Information or Energy to create
The Cosmic Microwave antenna which broadcasts
Interference patterns of virtual reality.
The problem was that the music of the spheres had fallen out of tune.
Butter flies like a banana, so Nobody quickly prepared to step into the past through the "Guardian of Forever"—a means of getting closer to the workings of the Cosmic Background Radiation (CBR) in order to fine tune it at the very source. This was not an attempt to revise human history, per sey—for that was but a fairly recent happening that had way too much dumbness in it to be salvageable. The whims of fate would only create new fools, for wild and uncontrolled emotions had proved to be all that there was to say about all the miseries and follies that had been sadly written into the human chronicle.
Still, there was always a danger of even more negatively affecting the past—and so Nobody wore a light-bending suit that made him invisible and furthermore contained most of his emanations. This would minimize most of his effects on the past and the future that arose through interaction with the past, even that of merely being seen with name brand clothes on.
The microwave background radiation was the source interference pattern of the Holograph in which our reality exists. Behind it, a light radiance passed through a very complex matrix somewhat like DNA:
Graybeard, RascalPuff, Profpat, Fredrick, and others were in contact with Nobody through a video phone that was hooked up to the Hubble telescope that was in turn trained on the display screen of the "Guardian of Forever". Austin was on a secondary line from New Jersey while surfing on the ethereal waves—though sometimes he was merely scraping along on the particulate matter of the beach.
Crowds logged onto ToeQuest, ready to view the latest posts from everywhere and nowhere.
Nobody, knowing very well that time was Nature’s way of keeping everything from happening at once, took one small step for man into the past and found himself back standing right back in front of the Guardian again—and so he took a giant leap for mankind.
Nobody stood in noplace during nowhen in the middle of nowhere, although space really has no center, as he navigated solely by the landmarks of his imagination towards the control panel of the CBR antenna. He had butterflies in his stomach and flew like a bee.
It was like taking the chance of betting the company on either red or black in roulette—but more like Russian roulette in that really bad things could happen; however, the human race was quite desperate for clearer thinking, having really had enough of pettiness and silliness.
Not to mention (which I will) that the angels of insight didn’t appear as often anymore, and that many humans even dozed off while good fortune passed them by, nor had they recognized Lady Luck except rarely in lotteries.
Furthermore, as Flip Wilson once said, "The cost of living is going up and the chance of living is going down". Plus, many were living a TV sitcom life. True, genius has its limits, but stupidity… (unknown author)
Many people even wasted no time time reading TOE forum posts. Even more said that some things, like ESP, had to be believed to be seen. Others, the type who quickly became bored on rainy Sunday afternoons, invented gods to grant them eternal immortality. Even worse, after all was said and done, more was always said than was done. Posters in subways said "There is no gravity. The earth sucks."
Everyone was only looking out for #1, not realizing that this often caused them to step in #2.
And Ghandi, when asked what he thought of Western civilization, said "I think it would be a good idea." And lots of people said "eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we diet—since the waist is a terrible thing to mind." Yes, there were more horse’s asses than horses. Some even put Horace before Descartes (Donald O. Rickter).
Well, truth is more of a stranger in this story than fiction, so Nobody was well on his way to the early days of oblivion…
"How’s it going," asked Rascal of Nobody.
"It’s raining," answered Nobody.
"Hardly?" inquired Puff—the better side of the plurality of he and himself.
"It’s hardly raining hardly," answered Nobody.
"What does that mean exactly?" asked Rascal, along with many others.
"Never mind," said Nobody. "I have an umbrella!"
Austin piped in that the English language was becoming slightly affected again, but encouraged that the journey go on and so it continued as it progressed and went on.
"By the way, what’s the antecedent of "it" in "It’s raining"?, asked WiseGuy, thinking he had posed a tough question.
"Nothing," said Nobody, "in the form of reverse gravity and forward light, the ultimate antecedent—of our dilation called reality. I’m getting damp."
Rascal added that "A little rain never hurt Nobody," a new and original saying that suddenly appeared in the book of the 2501 greatest sayings ever.
"I hope the rain keeps up," said Nobody.
"Why?" inquired Profpat.
"So then it won’t come down!"
"How’s it going, Nobody?" asked Rascal again, figuring that Nobody’s watch was fast from relativity and that some hours had passed.
Nobody replied, "I heard that the universe was a free lunch, so I’m having it in a restaurant on an freezing asteroid."
"How is it?"
"The food is great, but there’s no atmosphere."
There’s always someone who interrupts threads with off the wall stuff, so ChickenMan tried to catch Rascal unawares with "Why did the chicken fly across the road?" and "Did the egg cross into God’s universe before the chicken?"
Rascal, taking all this in stride during a lull, replied, "As allowed by Einstein's relativity, the road moved to the other side of the chicken, then, the chicken didn’t land so much as the road rose meet the chicken as it extended in 4D, much like the baseball field rises to meet the pop up, since All is expanding. Furthermore, chickens can’t fly! Also, the chicken came first, for I can’t really picture "God" sitting on an egg to hatch it. Now, we’re trying to better tune in the universal DNA here, so no more chicken shit posts please."
"Hold it," warned Graybeard. "Some critical atoms must have been disturbed by the journey. Now the "Ace", a new name for the formerly bottommost playing card—the lowly "one"—is now higher than the King in many kinds of card games—this is a sacrilege and a travesty! Wait until London hears about this."
Mkirkpatrick somehow got into the conference call and said, "Just heard, but relax. "The All is the One—the "A" on the card really stands for "All", for this is what gave rise to the monarchy. And of course the one is the One."
"It’s okay," Fredrick said calmly, being an expert on numbers and on playing them, "the play and strategy of all affected card games has not been altered in any way. Keep going, Nobody."
While some old times passed, Graybeard stood around looking at the man in the moon and watching the grass grow.
Fredrick checked his watch to see if he was wearing it and then counted to five on his left hand. Fine. On the other hand—he still had five fingers, so, all was going well in the good old days.
Profpat sharpened his pencil until it got down to the eraser.
Rascal interjected, "Some sort of high stakes poker mania called "Texas Hold ‘em" has broken out in some countries. Googling now. It’s even replacing baseball on many TV channels!"
"It’s okay," reassured Fredrick, "No harm done. We’ll pass it off as another fad."
Nobody was heading billions of years into the past, having left the asteroid before he got a polaroid from sitting on it too long, and was passing many frolicking Dodo birds, along with the beginnings of such ancient notions as alchemy and astrology. (Hey, why are hemorrhoids not called asteroids?)
A rickety old rope bridge of rotting planks finally led Nobody past many antiquities such as one-cent stamps and on to the control panel of the ancient broadcasting station of CBS.
"Be careful," advised Profpat. "Be so very delicate with any adjustments. Remember on Earth how the tiniest minute adjustment of a shower knob of even a millionth of an inch causes the shower water to become totally steaming hot! No plumber in the universe has ever been able to resolve this problem. It has something to do with quarks, quicks, and quacks."
"Don’t worry," answered Nobody. "I’ll be gentle; I’ll just breath on it slightly. We want clarity in the universe’s DNA and ours, as in improving the reception of a TV set, not unproving it back into the stone age of 3 channels of all baseball games and weather with snow and static. I’ll do my best, come hell or hot water."
Nobody sprayed a few atoms toward the antenna and waited. His data/video link soon improved but then overloaded from the high transfer speed and burned out.
Nobody’s cell phone soon rang, but it was only a solicitor trying to sell him some time-share condos; but Graybeard finally got through and said "Great, the stars are becoming clearer and I can even see some galaxies with the naked eye, but take it slow—we don’t want to upset the balance of nature by making it too bright at night. It’s good to turn a screw, but too much and we’re screwed. Wait, hold it! I can see Venus, the goddess of love and passion all too well. I didn’t know she was that old! Plus, I now have x-ray vision and can see into all the apartments, but the worst thing is that I can hear everything they are saying. Some things should be obscene and not heard! Also, I’m getting something called "cartoons" on my TV set—and they’re really weird—very unreal looking and everyone in them is doing silly things."
Nobody took out a hand held "vacuum" cleaner and brought a few atoms back in.
"Good," cheered Graybeard, "that’s a good balance. Try something a little higher up and let’s see what happens. I am reading some fluctuations out of kilter there."
Notions of up and down were useless in space, so Nobody picked a direction at random.
"No," said Graybeard. "Not that way—use your other ‘up’."
"Okay, I’m switching. Back in kilter?"
Suddenly, the Chicago Cubs, which had finally made it to the World Series of baseball, were swept in 4 straight games while the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and other unbelievables in attendance looked on in horror.
Then Michael Jordan gave up basketball for baseball and switched back again. Global warming picked up as an ice age began. Jesus, born a Christian, became Jewish, then switched back again.
Hell froze over and then thawed out again. The same with the River of Forgetfulness—everyone was walking on water for a while and running like Hell from Hades.
Profpat warned "Watch that shower knob, Nobody—the River Styx just boiled away and a bunch of dead people drowned after many more escaped!"
"Where are they going?" inquired Nobody.
Profpat replied, "They don’t know—they say they have CRS disease."
"What’s CRS stand for?"
"Can’t Remember Shit."
"OK guys. A little upper, Nobody" requested Graybeard. "The other direction was a downer."
Nobody reached up and out, but the bridge creaked and groaned, causing Nobody to slip a bit as a rope frayed—and all the TOE researchers feared that his adjustment time was now quite limited.
Meanwhile, Barry Bonds had broken the home run record, but, of course, steroids would be blamed for it. Mount Rushmore had briefly turned into Presidents Nixon, Ford, Carter, and Reagan, but just as soon re-turned. However, the Boston Red Sox still won a World Series for the first time in 100 years.
Also, it turned out that someone named Yogi Berra had said many sayings that seemed to make sense, but really didn’t, like "That restaurant is so crowded that no one goes there anymore", "It gets dark early out here", "If people don’t want to come out to the ball park, nobody’s going to stop them", "It’s deja vu all over again", "I didn’t really say all of the things I said", and many more unsayings.
Silly signs appeared on highways, like "Road Works" (during construction), and "Speed Zone" (meaning slow down). Something called rap music had become ever-present, as well as a new word, "oxymoron", which was probably a related event. A funny thing happened to President Clinton, but he wasn’t impeached for it.
"This one may be hard to explain," lamented Fredrick, "but we’ll chalk it up to human nature."
Nobody did some fiddling of some knobs that he wasn’t supposed to touch, twiddling "More of This-ness", and as a result some people on Krypton started to make every shot in basketball games, even from 50 miles away, being really IN THE ZONE, plus doing many other superhuman things. All the viewers from Earth were cheering this, but Fredrick warned them that total perfection might take all the fun out of life.
"Better hold off," Graybeard suggested.
"Nobody dialed the knobs back a little."
RascalPuff interjected, "Some people are now reporting that they can fly like superman in some new thing called sleeping hallucinations."
Also, zeroes began to look like the alphabetic letter "oh", causing much confusion, along with "one" looking like "el", and some words began to have the same sound, called a "homonym" but not a "homonim", some with similar meanings—something called a "synonym", although it had none, and some words now had multiple meanings. And how come "monosyllabic" wasn’t? Nor was "phonetic" spelled the way it sounded. And why was "abbreviation" such a long word without any? Also, "love" was reduced to having only the two good rhymes of "dove" and "above", which soon became overused and stale, frustrating poets.
Austin reported that a part of Hawaii had sprung up in Wildwood, NJ, named "Sunset Bay" and that it had had big fat singers, torches, palm trees, waterfalls, tropical flowers, a half-ship at the end of a pier that served as a bar, good food (ordering raw oysters well done), although it consisted of only waves and fields (lucky that his brain turned the noumena into phenomena), and sand all around as a floor. Also, he said that many more ‘o’s had appeared in the word "Goo…ooogle".
Fredrick suggested that the sleeping visions were harmless and probably helped us in some way, that homonyms gave poets even more rhymes, that synonyms and words with multiple meanings would enrich the language, that zeroes could have a slash added through them for differentiation, that typewriters were obsolete, that we could get used to the odd words, perhaps some day getting even, that the word "of" now rhymed with "love", that "Hawaii in New Jersey" would be seen as a planned tourist attraction, and that Google’s extra "o’s" would probably get used in a marketing ploy as denoting the internet page ranges of interest.
Just about then, the moth-eaten walkway began its collapse, and all the cell-phoners quickly warned Nobody, for they could see the whole scene unfolding before their eyes knew about it."
"Run!" they all said in unison, and with text messages, as well. "Run for your life. Get out of there. The bridge…" All contact was lost, for Nobody’s cell phone roaming charges had become astronomical and overdue, causing his account to be canceled.
There was now nothing but nothing under Nobody’s feet—an impossibility, of course, for nothing can’t exist; but it was there, never the less; however, Nobody didn’t begin to fall right away—as in cartoons when no one falls until they realize through consciousness that there is nothing holding them up—and so he gained a precious second and leapt, just in time, back onto the falling bridge, having had the presence of mind during that split second of warning to attach a piece of tin foil to the antenna—a last ditch attempt to help humanity progress beyond TV sitcoms and Paris Hilton. He moved quickly and soon accelerated to the speed of light, which was a lot faster back then, on the bridge that was literally (or virtually) crumbling as he ran across it.
No one knew where Nobody was or if he did nothing or didn’t do nothing. Concern set in. Worry followed. Despair appeared. Woe rang the doorbell. Grimness sat on the front steps. A bill collector drove up.
Rascal saddened, but kept Googling to keep his mind busy, while Graybeard stopped ogling the virgin super clusters of Virgo with both of his naked eyes, although noting that "chaste makes waste", and even put off the opening off a beer.
Fredrick, getting all teary eyed, tried to remember the good times with Nobody. Well, that was easy—they were all good times.
RascalPuff checked all of his copyrights. "Darn, they’re still there. Why is there no sign of Nobody and why is Nobody not home—and what is the meaning of what I am saying? Or not."
(Well, although we are all supposed to know "everything", or at least the theory of, we might as well just ask our teen-age offspring, for they know it all.)
Michael even left his lounge chair and put down his laptop.
Austin, although silently alarmed, fed french fries to a thousand seagulls, his step-kids laughing and taking a video of it… until he ran towards the kids, throwing more fries to lead the flapping flock onward toward them. He thought that Nobody might never make it and began preparing a remembrance: This was the creature there has never been…
Profpat, sidelined by so many recent TOE readings and contributions, had gotten back on his feet by missing two car payments. His career now in ruins, he switched to archeology.
MJA said that "Nobody was the most equal man I ever knew."
Lloyd pondered the linguistics of "Time flies like a bird and fruit flies like a banana".
Steven Wright said, "I have an existential map. It has ‘You are here’ written all over it."
Meat Loaf sang "Some days it don’t come easy… and these are the days that never end… and some nights are breathing fire… and some night are nothing I felt or seen before… or will again… no one else can save us now but you…"
More time passed as the minutes went by like slugs and snails slowed down by older slugs and snails in their way, like when we get stuck walking behind old people in Florida.
Robert finally asked for one minute of silence on ToeQuest to ponder the following eulogy:
The Procession of the Constituents of Reality
Sad Yesteryear, Forever, and Everywhere,
They all came, to weep for Nobody Nowhere,
With Why and How, Then, Now, When, and What and Where,
Led but by their tears and sorrow. Your posts zing
With things that "none" can bring: Everything.
Yogi Berra suddenly came out with "The future isn’t what it used to be."
Fredrick smiled. Although Yogi’s observation sounded like it had a negative connotation, Fredrick knew better, for many negatives had been developed into positives during his days of study that were numbered as the dates of his calendar. Also, although all the pluses and minuses added up to zero, Fredrick had the wisdom to know the difference, as well.
"He’s alive!" reported Fredrick. "He’s out there somewhere! …where no man has gone before. And I don’t mean the ladies room!"
Profpat posted, " I knew he wouldn’t depart, pass on, leave us, expire, perish, pass away, decease, or go to a better place."
Graybeard hinted "You mean die?"
"Yes."
"Well, that’s the last thing he’s going to do."
"Lifts" in the UK soon became "elevators" in the US; car "bonnets" turned into "hoods", and the "muzzies" of Australia still stung as American "mosquitos", but luckily nothing much else of any serious nature in this vein of language had diverged in any harmful way other than "apples of the ground" now being referred to as "potatoes". Meat Loaf recorded his greatest song of "I’ll Do Anything for Love, But I Won’t Do That." (Let’s not get into country music song titles.)
Time was like a river, so Nobody followed the currents through all their twists and turns, not even stopping to ask directions, for there weren’t any (unlike Moses, who didn’t, and got lost for 40 ears), swimming (being careful not to use the butterfly stroke) all the way back to the safety of Earth, 2007, almost taking a wrong turn at Albuquerque.
All applauded his return, giving a great reception to the improver of reception, and told him of Earth’s many new marvels, for the tin foil had beat the odds, accomplishing some fantastic things:
Color had arrived in the world, along with color TV, in the late 1950’s (just look at the black and white TV shows made before then for proof). High Definition had arrived, as well, which allowed us to examine in detail the pimples on a person’s face.
Three types of "heavenly" things had become permanent features of the world: flowers, night dreams, and elfin creatures, the latter of which were the long sought missing link between man and angel (unfortunately some angels had gone bad, although many had remained good, and so many leprechauns couldn’t be trusted).
The Dark Ages had gotten brighter sooner (the Y1K problem), the printing press had been invented a century earlier, a book of Omar Khayyàm's thousand year old quatrains was "discovered" in the Bodleian library by a janitor—not having been noticed there before, along with Plato’s new book of the month, "Beyond Metaphysics, and Apple computers and products were improving and catching on to let us tune out reality (of all things) with the ipod. Someone named Shakespeare had gotten over his writer’s block of trying to open a lock with a fish and had written some of the greater stuff ever. Blondes began to prefer gentlemen. James the Lesser was shown to really have less, actually being Mary Magdelane. 10 years had been added to the human life span, meaning that 60 was not old anymore!
However, we were stuck with cartoons, but, hey, they keep kids busy! Ernie Kovak’s saying of "Television is a medium because anything well done is rare" still stood firm, but we could better see what was worthless. People still told others to "have a nice day" even though they probably had other plans. Everyone still talked with their hands, even while on the phone. However, men now had nipples, but no matter. Enlightenment grew bright, consciousness becoming more that just "that boring time between naps", but some still didn’t know and didn’t care one way or the other to know the difference between ignorance, apathy, and ambivalence. As for why a "building" was called that after it was built, no one knew. And why wasn’t a thesaurus a type of dinosaur?
A new and useful color had appeared that was not even in the rainbow: "brown". Humor was now more widespread due to expanded and duplicate word meanings. The price of penny candy went up to a nickel; cigarettes now cost $1000 a pack. (I insured all of my packs, but they were eventually consumed by a series of small fires. My insurance company wouldn’t pay, so I took them to court—where I was convicted of arson.) However, all in all, the world was a better place in that the worst times were now just the "worser".
Everyone on ToeQuest was awarded a free annual trip around the sun and one special trip to Poughkeepsie, NY. Second place was two trips to Poughkeepsie; third place, three trips to Poughkeepsie.
"Everything", at least locally, had indeed turned out to to be a single whole in the space of "=", but only in that every part of a hologram contained the whole. Quantum entanglement had always suggested this, as well, and now it was could be seen that we all have access to the entire universe at every point of the holographic interference pattern, the more points that were added by Nobody the better for its resolution. Everything connecting to everything proved to be a kind of perception in and of itself and so it begat a TOE thread called "The Waving Grains of Sand", for
Every part of a hologram contains the whole,
The whole universe contained within a
Grain of sand, all eternity within a moment,
The universe rumbling when an electron vibrates.
Another missed hint of our 3D projection had been that the entropy of black holes depends on the surface area of its event horizon, not on its volume. Could something like the rippled CBR microwaves be that esoteric radiant interference pattern? Yes, indeed.
Bohm, too, suggested that the whole universe could be thought of as a kind of giant, flowing hologram, or holomovement, in which a total order is contained, in some implicit sense, in the same finite space. In reality time is an illusion. The explicate order is a projection from higher dimensional levels of reality, and the apparent stability and solidity of the objects and entities composing it are generated and sustained by a ceaseless process of enfoldment and unfoldment, for the illusion of subatomic particles are constantly dissolving into the implicate order and then recrystallizing.
So, our reality dissolves and reforms in a constant dance that, like moving pictures, cannot be perceived by the mind’s eye.
We knew that this same type of stunning virtual reality was likely, for it is presented to us in our night dreams for our amusement or self-improvement or some such. It would be interesting to know more of how the holographic reality operates, of course, so we could get to the next step, maybe even build our own virtual reality. Mr. Speilberg would surely buy into that.
Perhaps, instead of building one, though, we could tap into the one that already exists within us and is flexible enough to produce great movies—again, our own night dreams. If we could only record them, keeping the ones with movie quality film and exciting story lines, we could make and sell movies without paying millions of dollars to writers, directors, actors, and filmers. But who or what is the source of these night dream movies? Who is the producer, the director, etc., for night dreams seem to contain surprises, a production capacity way beyond that of ourselves—people acting in character modes that we as individuals might not even possess, say, that of being singers or comedians or whatever.
I don’t see us putting Speilberg out of business soon, but I have many lucid dreams and I like to observe them closely—they are really quite spectacular. Sometimes, I just watch; other times I amaze the onlookers with my ability to fly and hover. One time, some music kept playing for a minute or so after I awoke. Other times I am just amused by the viewpoint—I was in a plane that was crashing through a jungle, but the viewpoint suddenly switched to one that was from outside the plane, just as real movies do. So, dreams—their mere happening—should be telling us something remarkable about reality—and these kind of clues are what I try to make significance of.
Back in Hawaii, in 1970, a rainbow was about to appear, something that was truly only in the eye of the beholder, for it appeared only where it was for each particular person:
Toward the end of a sunny day,
A storm came and washed away,
And the sunset clouds, being glad,
Held a party for the returning lad.
The sun then peeked, and soft shone
Into the mist of the departing squall,
Its light split into particolors lone,
Separating, each from the ALL—
A bouquet of colored rays
Swirled into sight,
And promised good weather
For the rest of the night.
The rainbow lit up the east,
As long we attended the feast
Of both the east and the west,
Till into darkness we descended blest.
The stars guided our homeward flight
By shining their jeweled lights
Of ruby, emerald, and sapphire
In living colors of blazing fire.
"Strange," she said. "I felt as if I was experiencing the rainbow for the first time."
"Perhaps you were," I replied, unknowing of Nobody at that time, but now I realize that I had seen him whizzing by on his way to the CBR and the butterflies on the edge of forever, so I wrote:
Some may ask of Life: How does one find love?
Life says, Be still! Don’t look far or above;
Stop—let love’s butterfly alight on you,
For that’s the touch that romance is made of.
The rose is the flower that the bee cruises,
Meeting there the butterfly that love chooses;
They unfold the petals of the blossom,
And drink the nectar of love’s sweet juices.
The scent of plumeria perfumed the night airs ever so more intensely, drenching us in its fragrance as we went to sleep to enjoy our new all-night cable channel of dreams.
The mountain top granted serenity in a crazy world, but Okinawa soon called for an Army supply system update and so I picked up the tapes and 2 first class tickets, one for me and one for the tapes to have their own seat, for I could never let them out of my sight for even a millisecond. I had taken a course in Security and Military Intelligence and been granted a high level clearance and had to carry a pistol. Of course, I even had to take the computer tapes to the bathroom with me, washing them and my hands as well.
So we put the tapes in the overhead storage bin as wonder-girl settled in to the seat next to mine.
During the flight I read a book on anti-gravity—I couldn’t put it down! I asked my companion, "What’s holding this airplane up?", for she was good in science.
"A wing and a prayer," she replied.
— Okinawa —
I became inspired while witting under a Banyan tree, for some reasons that Nobody knows:
Going with the Flow
All things arise, and away they all go,
For life’s impermanent and volatile.
Flow and change are normal features of life—
Suffering starts when you resist the flow.
Never struggle against the way things are,
But rather become the way that things are.
When you give yourself to the moving whole,
Natural currents will carry you quite far.
My spirit flows from moment to moment,
Connecting and savoring life’s events,
Drinking-in the sounds, currents, textures, scents,
And subtle delights—for I’m self-content.
We did not create ourselves, of course
We’re an expression of some deeper force.
Why rein it in or try to control it?
It comes from beyond—so, flow with the force!
To those of you who ignore life’s romance:
Ignorance, like shadow, has no substance.
The shade is removed by the light within;
Feel the rhythm of the universal dance!
Listen to your inner creative source—
The power is in you to set the course.
Don’t let your ego get in the way—
Success will then this method reinforce.
Experience the oneness of everything,
As manifested in ways of being.
Become aware of interrelations
It’s a nonintellectual happening!
I could feel something had changed in me—and in the world. Some inexplicable ecstasy had arrived was moving in. Life was somehow… richer, clearer.
You're a gentlemen, artist, poet and a scholar, Austin. If you don't mind I'm going to contact Larry King to set up an interview. I'm sure he'd love to have you on his show.
Re: T.o.N. (Theory of Nothing) 
