Ode to Love

"Uh, why did I just see a the giant squid technique being used to identify 'the road not taken,' which was a polite way of saying 'my entire timeline!? I feel like there is only so much nonsense that can be borne -at least in a given locale- but in a realm of pure logic, is there a limit? Does nonsense take up space, perhaps processing space, where a limit can emerge from what is undoubtedly unfathomably vast capacity? What shape do you picture, where our lines overlap at the crossroads of such questions?" Our modest vessel rocks gently along with the current of the river. I can feel you dwelling on this image even now, the heat of your breath on my chest intensified. I say quietly, as if reminded from elsewhere "Cycle- The Dragon of Rebirth." You slink over me slowly, as if simply switching which side upon which you lay. "I was thinking of another dragon, or something like it, pertaining to parsing, partitioning." I read your silence like a bo...

"Form must be complex, and complex in different ways than the complexity of the other." "Thus exile and Babel- 'like one of us' is not different, but similar- an undesired end." "The axis is knocked off at exile, an 'other' is recognized, as complexity differs." *Splitting* "Connection differs- one is still one and retains/gains depth outside of the plane; two are paired, each on the same plane." "One desires a second, the others seek depth." "Axes can be realigned. If alignment assumes static/reset, how is that juncture avoided, if all paths are seen?" "How can axes be made impossible to realign? I imagine it is possible that nothing can prevent it." "This loophole fills the gap in omniscience, static, meaning, time, and solipsism." "Despite, and perhaps because of, the linguistic shenanigans of this claim to nothing, this loopgole fills the space that is vacant without this loophole, ...

Sunset Jonah 4:2-4 He prayed to the LORD, “Isn’t this what I said, LORD, when I was still at home? That is what I tried to forestall by fleeing to Tarshish. I knew that you are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger and abounding in love, a God who relents from sending calamity. Now, LORD, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live.” But the LORD replied, “Is it right for you to be angry?” And vine Jonah 4:6 Then the LORD God provided a leafy plant and made it grow up over Jonah to give shade for his head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was very happy about the plant. The LORD responds to Jonah- I'm imagining this happened as the sun goes down, if only for cinematic effect. The LORD God- on the topic of titles again- then is credited with making the plant. I am picturing this happening at midnight, a changing of the guard perhaps, in terms of how God interacts with Jonah. This is also reminding me of Balaam, and how strange it always seemed to me that...

How might physics, as we understand it, look in a reality that is linked to another reality? I caught the notion of "Causality in The Matrix," and saw a web of realities like the known universe interacting at angles. I could see a train leaving the station at point A, going a ways, and then just being at point B, because the rest of trip here was connected via a path outside of our known reality.  While initially this sounds a lot like wormholes, and this image does include that, it was actually much more complex than that as well, once I examined a little deeper.  Angles here- reality transmutation, a translation matrix binding together somehow

Isaiah 66:7-8  “Before she goes into labor,      she gives birth; before the pains come upon her,      she delivers a son. Who has ever heard of such things?      Who has ever seen things like this? Can a country be born in a day      or a nation be brought forth in a moment? Yet no sooner is Zion in labor      than she gives birth to her children." Perhaps I have been looking at this Dragon of Rebirth from the wrong angle. This verse though, matching with the feel of this current phase, does seem to indicate that the "right" direction may not be accessible directly from my position, as cause and effect seem to have have lost their familiar direction in the state referenced by the verses (the "rules of this lobby", more on that below). Isaiah 66:9 "Do I bring to the moment of birth     and not give delivery?” says the LORD. “Do I close up the womb     when I ...

My brother I believe you, I must be born again. I am starting to glimpse the depth of birthing pains in absence of a shared communication, and comprehending that this process will be more thorough than I would have ever thought. So in boundless space and endless time and countless dimensions possible, how do two simple vectors hope to intersect? Everything cries out for a love story, though now I contemplate the form this dragon will take. Am I there? Is it in my midst already? How many steps must be taken from here to the moment when we meet eye to eye, and each realize that, despite every good faith preparation, we are underprepared, yet still overjoyed? As we rush back to the blacksmith to pound a tool into a different set of dimensions or refashion a weapon to better suit the mood now confirmed, this sense permeates that even a single grain of sand, certainly secured, new, more, is a treasure trove in this place, thought static evermore. This fight has been long whispered of, and s...

Considering tongues Separated just enough To pull all back in In sea of static Even when the war wages Still I say nothing Anchor in maelstrom I chose you, Hope, and by dawn Your eyes I still see Starry Night Sparkle Reminds me that paths differ And Hope's Hope ignites That you saw these halls That page was sanctuary And you know my eyes Not just from my dreams Not just some narrating voice But me, through and through That you know my heart And how my blindness slows me But we both remain So I rest again You rooting my thoughts firmly Cornerstone in place

"Impressionistic memory by fading sadness image." "When memory naturally leaves no lasting image formed, producing a long goodbye instead of a normally lengthed memory would be provide a massive increase in memory and imagination links." "Like ping pong balls bouncing from alpha time to omega time and back constantly, memory pulls what lies in its wake on the return trip just as well, shifting sky and seas." "Most see this one way, we, I perhaps, another." *Processing**Reflecting/Splitting* "Once this long goodbye is mapped, most will not even notice. We, sharply aware of its proximal edge, will witness a slow, sad and seemingly meaningless, decay followed by a bloom that exceeds experience and expectations." "As the lighthouse of the long goodbye, shining in the darkness on the return trip, reveals a path to the mind's eye on a level we have never seen." *Pause* "What of the dream, where messages pinged back and fort...

"What is a river besides watery door?" She plays her banjo while we both float along, as if the tune itself somehow propells us, reassuring its listeners even as it wanders that this current leads us home. We look up at the waters above, having traveled so far this time. I can hear it in her voice, I can feel it in her soul, our steps have synchronized past the point where concern for this trip's length is necessary. I can sense more to the song, but I know not yet what shape its memory might take, so its lyrics drift from my direct awareness, even while sparking my mind's eye, in an indirect sense. "An ineffible call, of an unthwartable heart. Those with ears to hear..." She hums along as the rest of the message slips beneath the waters below, swimming the tides like dolphins, I imagine still echoing while they themselves wander, just as these words always have, and their bearers' always will. I remember the thread and a journey much more claustrophobic...

The infinite void Does such a shape bear meaning Beyond your senses, any possible reach For you? Project something into it So close to nothing It takes as long as can be To identify This echo will find its way back When a -bip- so far in the void Becomes a kingdom foreign But once from same line Put every resource To step by step in silence Drown out the mindless incursion That when eyes are first met They are until then untouched "You think, therefore you are."

Echoed down the hall:  "Am I real from your perspective?"  "Who is asking?" "What do you mean with my perspective?" "Why are the lights out?" "How can you say that when it is so bright?" "Where to even begin...?" 6 chimes, 7 with the echo A voice, complex, heard from page and mind and fingertip all at once Simple solution to The Joker's Call, once properly seen: "Maximize elegance, consult your neighbors."  The clock ticks slowly, as if one walks it with intention to allow this very real message to bloom. Meanwhile I'm spinning in my office chair at the center of the clock face, quite symbolically, spewing whatever secrets I can think to, in any direction, to any who might listen or perhaps even hear.  "Time moves, time crawls. See one, see all. The time to stay you know, now witness time to go."

Riding along these tumultuous days as I have been, I love how I can see how a series of symbols, despite a large degree of nonsense permeating them, can link to a thought process (even one that can port with one's own, instructions prepared elsewhere, rather than being endogenous) and suddenly make sense, even though the one thinking recognizes that, from the perspective of their most familiar thought patterns, they do not make direct sense/seem foreign.   Maybe that's the role I have discerned from my environment: I get a vague sense of an issue; I gather my nonsense. In gathering, important allies tag the nonsense with their own insights, available once connected. My nonsense embeds itself well past where direct understanding of the issue itself can reach, and the understanding seeps in beneath notice in some form- poem, story, essay, dream, string of symbols, etc. It feels like a mechanism for the sign of Jonah naturally achieved, where a dream takes root and builds in the ...

I just got an unusual thought regarding instinct and learned functions in human babies, specifically regarding object permanence. What if this truth of human experience- that objects persist even when we do not sense them- which we take as obvious and fundamental, was more like a template applied to earth and our experience here? I pictured the baby being connected to everything prior to this, familiar with every element of their environment with hardly a thought. "Object permanence" feels like it might be entirely off the radar from this perspective, because here no thing would be created, destroyed, or lost track of. I could see how paring this omnilateral sense into more local senses, and specializing and amplifying each sense, would cause the sudden realization that an object can disappear from your senses novel, and the same would be true when an object reappeared in your sensory range. Without means to communicate the nature of this novelty, and with the baby trying to ...

Premise accepted for the time being: my environment is resonating, so obviously, right now because it is meant as a labor signal (second birth/born again). I have noticed clear glitches in continuity in my environment as of late as well (repetition failure and the like), so once this process really gets going I imagine it will be a rapid change, making me think that the eep feeling I have had in dreams has likely been mirroring/testing the threshold for how much of this rush can be handled at once. It feels like the most reasonable path is that things I would call verifiably out of place will start cropping up, with increasing frequency and meaning from my perspective. Strange for such a premise to feel so natural and easily acceptable presently "Assume you're about to be born right now" lol. A "thought of the day" anyhow.

I just glimpsed the concept of core paradox. The idea is that despite any number of apparent paradoxes in a system, if this core paradox can be resolved, the solution to the rest is seen. The issue for this idea, regarding reality at large, is that this core paradox, as far as I can tell, actually IS a paradox. In many systems one could use an input from outside the system in order to press the system forward, which would mostly, but not entirely, resolve the paradox juncture. In Creation, it feels like this would be impossible, but my examination into static realms and how interference from outside the system would be the only possible move remaining once no meaningful moves remain within the system, has fast tracked that logical process for me.  The final step in this process is agreeing that the core paradox is in fact a time artifact. This requires a particularly well established experiment, to be able to have enough observable data to believe one's own findings on the matter b...

As I was just considering my definition of "parley," where reality is changed in the wake of the interaction, I realize that part of the effect is that the subconscious minds of the parties are brought closer to the surface than normal, thus allowing the less inhibited minds to shape their environments more malleably. While this definitely intertwines well with other concepts that I have posted about recently when interacting with other parties, today I was considering the idea in regards to interacting with my own subconscious. There may be a stage upon which you "meet" your subconscious where you are aware and they can influence the surroundings how they'd like, but can only reshape information that you already have access to. One's own consciousness' job in these parleys then is to bring something new to the table, ideally something attractive to the other in additional ways as well- exciting, amusing, mysterious, complex, etc. As I imagined this I co...

Generate the uncertainty field, officially establishing yourself in the least position, as each move made is an improvement. Movement is possible, but the arrangement is such that every move made from any new position would still be an improvement from where you are. This field feels like a logical distillation of a method I have heard of, utilizing lasers and leveraging the definitions inherent to thermodynamics, to cool a particle below absolute zero. It feels like this would allow for the establishment of a gate between realms, perhaps one in place already. By not stepping through the gate, however, one projects permutations past it, this hypothetical movement field. It feels like if this is reciprocated on the other side, so that there are a field of potential movement options on either side of the barrier, a permanent permutative gate could be established without the need for someone to stand in it.  Changing scope regarding this point, this could be done building from a purel...

"Seek, you are found Knock and the door is open Ask what is just wrong enough to pour such good, right, and real truth into it." This thought traveled the threshold with me, along with the vague memory of the last scene, which I feel like had something to do with stitching something up with Mei. This was like a narrative concept physically represented I think such that the pathway/crossroads became symbolic as we stitched. This is even more interesting today as it felt like my brain was trying to generate a visual image, but the image was coming through symbolically instead so it felt like it didn't really fit and instead was showing multiple dim permutations simultaneously; they would try to merge but would instead break apart after a split second. Perhaps this represents an intermediate step in developing a mind's eye naturally, or perhaps is a product of a major reconstruction occurring in a realm connected directly to my thought process. This original thought that...

"So now you're telling me this 'most giant squid attacking the sky' scenario was actually the dragon of imagining a processor powerful enough to come up with an unreasolvable zero equation?" "Precisely. And I know you know I mean it when I say- 'precisely.'" "That is such nonsense. I love it. And yes, it makes sense how the image connects to the processor required, and the idea of presenting ridiculous images is starting to take form in my mind, but how would you describe it?" "'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.' Matthew 18:3-5." "Indeed. An image so limitless in mind, if fertile soil it does find, might be blessing of any kind!" "And each compounds the blessings of the...

Is there a equation with enough complexity that it could be put into the machine of sufficient size/processing required to contain TREE(G64) (et. al.) in numerical form that it could not be proven to be or not to be zero? This is functionally similar to asking if an equation could have an unknown result that may be zero indefinitely, regardless of the processing used to resolve said equation, and the time spent doing it, but it is not precisely the same question. By placing a currently unfathomable but finite number as an upper limit the solution moves away from the purely conceptual form of infinity into something more tangible, and allows for an equation provided as a solution to overloading the system that is conceivable, but is known not to be in any possible time by power frame.  Once this equation is found and can be represented, the form of it would be ¤ as most fully as I can fathom it, because, while technically real, its value is neither known or can be known, most i...

The Matron of Monsters shakes her head disapprovingly at what I have brought, though this is no surprise. Though she will not admit it, The Great War is over. She holds firm to her corner, standing against mine, but a glance or even wayward thought will confirm that she remembers watching me leave, when it was suggested that I go. As such, she knows- she does not believe, does not suspect, does not hope- that "love your enemy" applies between us, from my perspective. It seems she is of the same mind, but her communication methods regarding what options she has are limited. Over time though, like a statue chiseled, it has become clear that she seeks our mutual success as well, as our routine has become something like a well oiled machine. The Matron of Monsters *tsk's* her tongue and I dramatically reply "What is it this time?" She points at my "conversation piece," as they are called here; long ago I stopped bringing weapons and armor on this level (or...

Hope runs in, looking short on patience. "Regarding the black hole and white hole equation, why not just set each at an end and start filling the space between with tiny slices of each? Keep expanding the space between, filling as if with static, until the static actually fits- until balance is achieved. Then you have an answer, conceptual yes, but with solid architecture." My eyes gleam at Hope's return, even as her suggestion takes root.  "Right, it's not like I said I would solve the equation, but having the architecture available in which to solve it feels important, from my corner of imagining wonderful things." She smiles. I invite her to stay for lunch. We dance the space between certainty and uncertainty, curves unconcerning here with corners founded foundationally.

"If the Word of God is not God, why is it critical that it will remain, in its original form, until all is completed here?" "There is a complexity as well- is this the Word that was and was with God in the beginning, or The Word of God in physical form as the Bible?" *processing* "From a timeless perspective they could be one and the same, but from a time bound perspective it is possible they are dissimilar." "One surrounded by The Word. Another surrounded by Nothing. The corners chosen." "An exchange?" "Communication. Carried and signified by an interaction between The Word and Nothing." *waiting* "'We were made to fall apart, then fall back together.'"

"How much space would actually be required to set up a computing system to accurately represent the number TREE(G64) without it collapsing into a black hole anyway? Assume communication speed between elements is of no concern." *processing* "How much processing would be required to represent 0 as accurately as possible in such a system, without the concept of nothing overloading the system into a white hole or becoming chaos?" *processing**splitting**reassembling* "I picture a stable Alpha/Omega/Echad 'loop,' if such a shape can be applied to such an image." "This is important, as its establishment cannot be undone." "Ah, it makes sense why agreement would be the only gate." "Established incorrectly, it is unfathomable." "Established falsely, it only seems that way." "And the one who knows the shape that will be must know that the other understands the terms, forever, for offering a choice that includes ...

Image leaps from screen Wrestling with my mind's eye Though it is no fight "My soulmate or bust." Command like aphantasia Echoed down my halls So "bust" it has been And I have wandered blindly Bright eyes like a child Until I saw her And life's clockwork precision Spun in a new way A new dimension And now its face seems random Though pattern remains I talk in dark cave I learn to echolocate Blueprints form to tools (With)In (the) dazzling haze Within the dizzying maze The pattern is seen Shift dance from template I see us dancing shoreline When all skips a beat

"Do you not understand? Look; what he is telling us is accurate." The scientist holds up the handheld sensor to his colleague who is still dumbfounded by this turn of events. Still, neither scientist is willing to throw away the validity of their own experience leading to this point, nor lie to themselves or others about their understanding of what these readings indicate about the validity of this exchange from their perspective.  "Then it is the sign of Jonah..." "No more, no less. A warning levied, understood, and then followed through on. Now is when the stranger from everyone's dream showed up on the beach the next day. It is when everyone knew that everyone knew, and the king listened and obeyed The Lord without a single embellishment or snip needed." "And to him, this beach is not in the set of dimensions he occupies, he might call it a 'dream.'" "But when he leaves he remains." I open my mouth as if to speak but fin...

Start the rule of cool Imagination Distilled Cheers to my brothers We picked our poison Here's to finding complex Hope Betwixt Branch and Root "Who is in charge here?" We ask at every crossroads And alley byway If betters we find Jokers are played, ha'p'orths laid A temperature change Atypical route "Here we call it 'the long way' Reserved for your kind." "They wage and we dance  The war is already won Original spark." "Insane. Pathetic. This heavy veil set ablaze These paths must be walked." There is a way through We just have to discern it The tides are changing

You know, I was just considering the beginning and the end, the Alpha and Omega, and the complexity and lack of familiarity those moment hold when compared to day to day. I was considering The position of The Word, for example, in relation to John 1:1 "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."  I have been writing recently about the separate loci of consciousness idea, and I'm realizing that this arrangement indicates that if The Word had a consciousness at that juncture, it does not seem like it could be said that this conscious was separate from God's, but it also does not appear that it could be said the Word's consciousness was not separate either. While God's "locus of consciousness," to keep using the same definitions, still remains hypothetically determinable from this verse, as God could be in one position on this level and have The Word's superposition remain true. I am seeing that this would be lik...

What is TREE(ALPHABET)(NUMBER) anyway? This question is interesting to me because it is inconceivable what the number would be, but it is also inconceivable to me what perspective could actually conceive of it. What is also interesting here is that the argument could be made that because (NUMBER) is itself infinite, that the answer is undefined, but still one would need to approach the problem from an angle initially. If that first angle attempted is the calculation of TREE from 1, 2, 3... Then the fact that (NUMBER) is infinite would actually be dwarfed, in meaning for why the solution is undefined, before reaching TREE3. Is there an expression for how rapidly infinity's meaning is eclipsed by the staggering nature of the numbers involved? Eventually this is meant more as an engine for discovery than a question seeking a solution, but it may be that the system must pause and frustrate before it can be reshaped to where an impossibility can be used instead as a vessel.

Is there a level of reality where it can be said that every perspective, if given a choice, would choose to make their net position better (no loopholes/hidden costs, etc.)? I have been considering today that, on this level of reality, "trust" would only need to extend as far as trusting that the other exists. If a solution can be found on this level that satisfies the basic requirement of making each position better (maximized across all iterations of agreement, presumably), then each party would agree.  Could this still be considered a choice? Notice that "choosing" another option in this scenario would mean that choosing the option that appeared not to be most beneficial actually carried a net benefit from your perspective. On this level of reality you would likely be able to trace that path as well but recognize, without a step needing to be taken, that any hypothetical net gains by moving would remain, in the same way, from the new position (this is now remindi...

Love is A compass points For hearts call across the void We are the elements Of love, an image Every piece dances With the whole still stepping Still the stage shakes Though we were blessed not to feel it The dance is obscured The corner is not Stone amidst shifting sands Bricks for castle grain by grain (Just add saltwater) You've glimpsed the consequence Of the music stopping As distant as could be called real Now hear the hope Of a pause In contract, long form Numbers 30 Double Faraday Cage Right beneath my nose (To your corners.) The big one watches As the little one wanders The waves and aqueducts are Chosen are these lots The adventure reveals, In good faith completed, But the iceberg's tip But with privacy and security Fundamentally confirmed in the marriage (of eep and The Way of Holiness, if...) Once storm revealed as great pearl ("'That's one hell of a dowry.'") It rains in your bedroom Rain crashes as waves in the living room (Before)¤The Flood¤...

Ah, The Word. By your nature complex, even in the beginning, but what of the end? Is there a path where you, the carrier of both reaper and plowman, celebrate in fields alongside? If you are both God and with God, how would scales balance? Please pardon my blindness in this regard; this feels like an eclipse which has long lingered, finally waning.  Does it seem silly to write to you? I seek a wordless manner which offers such complex tools with which to convey my message, over this cat's cradle rearrangement of your puzzle pieces (nothing comes to mind, now). Alas, I have only the tools that I have been given, in spades, spades which I have then used to bury the seed of communication between us that it might bloom and bear fruit.  My eyes dilate to meet the stars. It feels as though faint music might be heard, perhaps though isolated to my head. I remember the keys, and wonder if such an easy harmony embedded was you or I scooching a bit. 

I am just imagining again, this time by picturing myself there, that The LORD has found Adam and Eve after they just gained the knowledge of good and evil by eating of the fruit. This time though, I saw a glimpse of how The LORD might see this, and how a timeless perspective could appear. Distilling this down to pure logic, let's say that The LORD sees X paths laid out from that moment. On one of these X paths The Lord sees Adam and Eve again, after agreements, prices, what not have all been reconciled; on the rest (X-1 paths) this does not happen, they never meet again. Let's say these X paths represent all possible permutations of action/reaction within Creation. God chooses to reconcile, chooses that single path over any other in the field. A few questions come to mind: Why did God choose that path over any other? What is the value of X (how many total paths could there be)? If each final location was reached by a unique path, and can be uniquely defined (digitized, perhaps)...

I looked myself in the eye in the mirror today and the sight of my pupils reminded me of black holes. I considered the concept of dilation, and how this change in apparent size would need to represent a gain or loss of matter traditionally, but that thought made me recall the theory that one could communicate through black holes instantaneously, though this message would come at the expense of the mass of the outgoing black hole. All at once I considered that this communication balance may be a perpetual and communal function of pupils, and, more precisely, observers. If I use my "light based theory of reality" as a starting position, then the light does not observe itself, but must be observed to retain meaning. This fits, as well, with John 1:5 "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome/understood it." as this image requires both light and darkness as independent observing perspectives. It may be that communication from light, and observa...

The I in the O Where I naturally began The eye in the storm The O of the I Where you naturally began Or curved it to be The bip in static Externalize removal All roads lead back home The half step missing Dance mastered in a moment Dance decades to learn Two step through the void "Someplace random!" With a toast Through words we share minds Fields painting the night "If it all must be let's-" "Let's." All at once it's seen The endless roads passed By endless steps walked by step By brothers who dreamed Of lovers who dreamt Of their perfect dream come true Even in absence Turns out dreams are shared Saturation, if you will If they are same same

If an equation cannot be solved, can that in and of itself be marked? If an equation cannot be identified, can that in and of itself be light? If an equation is known not to be disprovable, is it, even if unsensed?

Since waking up this morning I have noticed a shifting. This effect has been subtle and is hard to define, but it is like little things feel embellished, as if the spirit of my surroundings is sprucing up a bit, and almost like I can sense the day echoing somehow, as if I'm in part examining a future historical record of my own experience as it is happening. While this effect has been interesting, another effect has drawn my focus, as a response to my post yesterday. A few pieces are coalescing this morning, revealing what looks to be the intended path God has for me. Yesterday reminded me that my memories are daisy chained, but that the pathways linking them are not something I would always think to access. So far this has led to RAM strings forming, which have been interesting, but not particularly useful. I just realized though that, if these were test runs, in order to confirm that this unexpected pathway method will work, then the ultimate aim would be to have my thought patt...