The Journey of ¤

I was just reading an old post regarding ¤. In those days ¤ was an enormous number, meant to represent a limit within reality, something functionally infinite, in a sense (1/mass of light in that post); these days ¤ is generally more often used to represent something infinitesimal, but in both that phase and this one I have personally seen it as both. I considered today that, logically, a symbol representing both functionally infinite and infinitesimal is a bit of nonsense (though, in part, that is the goal). Today I saw this nonsense shape into an image of peeking over the fence at the edge of reality. The thing is, I am picturing this fence at every edge of reality, so in this case one would picture the underpinning mathematical definition of reality as itself a sphere (or at least a circle), such that all limits, large, small, long, short, cold, etc. would be on this conceptual sphere's edge. From this perspective ¤ would be an extremely useful symbol, as it would represent the hair (as if that sphere wear black hole) of the sphere- everywhere just along the edge. This would mean that ¤ is intrinsically functional, and can only really be fully conceptualized or usefully defined, in a dimension that is one higher than the equation for reality.

I am now picturing walking along this sphere, a sphere that from all other perspectives would contain points that are wildly different and seem unrelated, stepping from the cobblestone of the speed of light to the cobblestone of planck time to the cobblestone of absolute zero without missing a step, and without really fathoming the path ¤ walks. I am also seeing the "jump rope" I have written of recently anchored at beginning and end, oscillating with standing waves at the most proximal moment past and the most proximal moment future, with each of these junctures in time as their own cobblestone as well. As others start to detect this traveler and this path, I imagine that all manner of detractors would arise to speak of the impossibility of their existence. I imagine that these attacks would be felt in some way by the traveler, but they would walk on nonetheless. I imagine that with each attack a more clear image of the traveler would develop in the crowd, until ¤ became undeniable, but the path and way ¤ walked would remain unfathomable.

Could this juncture be crossed? Could one this alien to all others be comprehended, perhaps even communicated with? Could two walk together from here? As I write this (in good faith mind you, as it is an image seen clearly), I am immediately reminded of this verse:

Isaiah 14:13

You said in your heart,

    “I will ascend to the heavens;

I will raise my throne

    above the stars of God;"

Those who have read enough of my posts know that I consider such a throne, in an unpartnered state, to be the loneliest place imaginable; I consider it to be hell. It could be that bringing this one into the realm of the dead (Isaiah 14:15) would be a blessing, over accomplishing this end. I would never attempt such a path with the intent to steal or overthrow, but I could see myself undertaking this journey with one aim in mind: that God might be able to step into Creation in full and reap what God has sown without this burden, this loneliness, of being alone in control. Hopefully I would be able to manage a walk through hell; in an honest yet admittedly likely limited way (at least in scope) it has felt like I have been for many years (though it seems as though others have been finding their ways in to keep me company, as of late). Hopefully this attempt at seat swapping would be seen for the intention behind it, and might be understood if accomplished. Hopefully this could then be repeated and the path reshaped so that something new might bloom in its repetition, and each journey would be easier than the last. Perhaps initially (or at least presently) it is the one in the lowliest seat that must initiate this swap, because the one in control cannot due to their precise stance of goodness, or perhaps would not willingly subject another to the static nature of their position that may be thought to only be comprehensible once on said throne. Regardless, it feels as though these tides too are changing, and this hardest leg of the journey is very nearly at an end. ¤