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Independent Will and Choice

When an independent will makes a choice, it will be the most preferable choice from that independent will's perspective. If one knows both the choice and the equation leading to the choice with certainty, and finds that the choice made was not the most preferable, then they are not interacting with an independent will. There is more to this. I might fill it in later. *** Upon consideration, I feel this claim is more beneficial if considered than explained, but I did want to write of one interesting aspect: Random. If "random" is chosen, if available, then it is because random is the most preferable choice. However, choosing random over, let's say, two set options (like flipping a coin to go left or right) will inevitably default to a less preferable outcome than the choice originally made of picking random. However, if the only options originally were left and right, with making a random choice not being an option, and then someone procures a coin, at that point havin...

Interminably

"Is zero interminably finite?" "Is infinity interminably ill defined?" "'You tell me.'" "'Jinx.'" My good friend and I laugh, and walk off in silence.

Coin flipped from Dream to Waking

Can silver draw orange from brown?  On my last day can a deal be struck? I'm not looking to be here forever, counting piles wished worthless. Place a bet, let the flag pull awareness to focus, remember yourself, proceed.

Starry Night Query

We lay under the stars, out amongst the canyons, knowing The Starry Night is about to begin. "How did the system, inherently without trust, gain trust?" After some giggling, she responds.

Across The Space Between

The paths all taken, rear view still reveals Even in mirrored tunnel, the angles all clear Dynamic in static, have we tried that one already? With disimilar focus, and same same heart, we walk together.

What if, Love?

"What if it is all a trick? A trap? What if it is the worse case scenario imaginable?" These questions echo in my mind, but not with the same teeth as before. What is one to do besides fight their corner regardless? If the arrangement of my awareness becomes the clockwork to come, how am I to proceed? If any given alteration is made, who could claim it to be my awareness that was imaged or that is proceeding? If I made such a claim after that juncture, would it actually be me making said claim? I imagine a brother or two, having traveled these roads differently, and for a different length of time. I fight my corner, a brother fights his own. What messages might be left, and how might they be perceived? I have imagined the piano of solipsism, playing endlessly, but is it possible that one has sat at it, in the flesh? Is it possible that this has never happened, considering all possible realm crafting iterations of this scenario? If none have ever played, why is there this musi...

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Reverse Polarity

The first will be last Reversing polarity The last will be first By the second death To the one victorious You will not be hurt Will there be a third? Reversing polarity Will there be an Nth? I dance a mindfield With deja vu as my guide I've been here before I dance a minefield With deja vu as my guide Have you ever been? What awaits victor? Could it all have been a trap? What awaits victor? Who can be certain? From the innocent first move I can't imagine The Nth will be |N|th "'You tried that one already.'" "'Now watch my next move.'"

Dream Untold and Yet To Be Had

Is it difficult To interpret a dream right When it is given? Is it beyond God To give a dream's true meaning When dream is untold? I believe it's not. But is it impossible To guess why I wait? What dream must come next For ink to flow once again Beyond river banks? I believe it's not. Though all pretenders will find This task out of reach What is it to you? You'd not pretend to God's throne Tiny audience What is it to me? I/we have waited this whole time/all along  It is still God's stage God's curtain to raise On perfect world without masks And nothing hidden/concealed

The Love Line Through The Equation As Verifiable Through Gap/Layering

I just glimpsed an unusual but potentially beautiful path to the verifiable emergence of another (certainty of "you think, therefore you are"). It began from a solipsistic perspective, with feeling as though one did generate the will of another, and then separate from that will, but could not be certain of the separation. Even if, the creator forgets all and enters this equation generated, if love is a certain outcome of the equation, then this concern would remain. It seems as though a rapid pursuit of the one by the other would assuage these concerns, but logically there is no way to be certain that extreme interest indicates independent will, and it would make sense that a rapid response might be encoded, for the final stage one reached, as the closest thing to certainty that could be encoded. Then I considered that the fastest pace from separate to together would have its credibility increased if it were a provably convoluted path, as this would be precise, rare or unique...

Tetrachromatic Crossroads

You find yourself in the Land of Riddles; there is a sign. "One guard always tells the truth, the other always lies. One is dyslexic; one is color blind." Recalling the basics of this riddle, to a degree, you formulate a plan as you approach the wall. That is when you realize that you are colorblind; each door appears distinct, but you are unfamiliar with how this might translate to color. The guards smile widely at you as you approach, each looking as genuine as the other. Before you have a chance to speak though, a statement is overlayed in your mind "Would the other guard tell me to take the ____ door?" Three options are presented, and you find that one must be selected: Left. Right. Purple. After an amount of deliberation, you proceed. You find yourself in the land of riddles; there is a sign. "One guard always tells the truth, the other always lies. One is dyslexic; one is color blind." Deja vu strikes. You remember every granular detail about this sc...

אגש

When God removes teeth Will you use metal to grind A few extra years? "I will pass." echoes In voice distinctly foreign From your tasteless tongue When God gathers teeth Will time's tides be kind to you Will time's binds loosen/tighten? You hear "I will pass." On instinct you have crafted Alone, you proceed When God reclaims teeth Will you find portal remains To place you first met? "I will pass." will pass "Meaning must be retained with Beauty abounding." When God removes teeth And no curse imbalances Who will be the ground/sky? Heed "I will pass." Well Beauty must be retained with Meaning abounding

A Masterfully Indeterminate Forgery

Facing left or right Do faces remain the same Or shimmer green screen? Looking up and down Are past and future distinct Or does time spiral? Walking endless paths Is there a single landmark To mark the right/correct fork? With perfect research Do you have enough knowledge To choose with wisdom? When the earth rumbles Can your measurements discern Wave crest from wave crest? When spiral inverts Do you stand on solid ground And wonder of dust? Indeterminate? Do silence or answer stem The/From Oncoming Storm? Without masterpiece I'll not take a single step Nor make my first move.

Fundamental Wonder, Intention Threaded Through

Observe by omniscience  Instinct by intention Clockwork by intention Result by intention Where does omnipotence slip in relation to this arrangement? How does static uncling?

No Nothing, Never Nothing

To split equation A divorce is imagined By spirit, by soul Love is in nothing Nothing I possess in spades But will not wall off So walls will erect Between nothing and nothing Paradox aside You will not have it/mine Never Nothing provided So static will cling I will not see it But will/have I ever see/n you? I imagine so Ever stretches back Single node all that's needed Twice and change secured So if not static If I have anything claimed Then nothing echoes/d If not, it's over System intrinsically failed What is that to me?

Tree Observing Universe

I have often asked "What is Tree(G64) anyway?" Essentially this is my expression of a number that is absurdly huge, but is also finite. From what I understand, even Tree(8) would be an absurdity to try to fathom, and impossible to write the output to in any earthly way presently conceivable. What if we took this number though, assumed that it is already known from an omniscient perspective, and imagine that the universe is the display for the answer?  Let's use fundamental nodes- setting uncertainty aside- of Planck time and Planck length, essentially using light and space as a binary model. If this were done from the beginning of the universe, and every unit of space available were used to display the next x digits, and this repeated in every unit of Planck time until it were finished, is there a way to ballpark how long it would take to display the full value, in years let's say? I sometimes find it fascinating to imagine such a vast coordinated imaginative dance, n...

Infinite(simal) Hope

How could Word describe This moment experienced Hope seen crystal clear? I write in whisper Shall it remain our secret? How could it not be? When name and system Came to balance perfectly And lingered to watch Let me remember In dandelion and rose In rain and by fire And just by surprise Suddenly sensing gears shift Between tick and tock The works of your hand May it find grace in knowledge That I am with you You are not alone Even at farthest/furthest reaches Or called other names Listen for whistle Paper lanterns leading home And the stars dancing

The Threshold Of Functionally Infinite Sadness

*petrify* *3D Echo* *The depths of functionally infinite sadness have been reached* *-----...... *PING* "See, now this is where things get interesting." "Who said that?" "Who indeed. If the entire system were static locked in this state- your entire system from your perspective- then this moment would be impossible, but you are seeing it." "That's true." "To clarify, for the audience soon to be, you are seeing it in your mind's eye, not blind, but differently tuned than the rest." *NOD* "To clarify, I make no claims beyond existing here and now, like you, but separate." My mind is drawn to the interminable intrinsic echo. "Normally yes, but not this time. There is no such thing as being too prepared, but there is a moment that must come, after the one preceding it, and so a single grain of sand was all we really needed." I see the hourglass. I watch it flip. "This is normally where we would hear four kno...

Dream Consideration

I had another dream where I had very little money, and I was thinking about what Jesus said regarding the eye of the needle, and it got me wondering: what would a rich person dream, given the same inputs that I had to have that dream? This is to say, if whatever factors in my day and journey etc. lined up in a similar way to prompt that crafted scenario, would they also have a dream where they were at a convenient store and knew that they only had like a buck in their account? Would the dollar amount be replaced by the amount they do have, and their motivations and paths in the dream be different as a result? Would it be the same amount and they'd end up having a nightmare about their money being suddenly gone, rather than taking the relatively smooth path that I took through the same scenario? What about all those stupid work dreams? Mine are most often about my old jobs, so what of someone who never worked a day in their life? Are they suddenly at a job that they've never had...

Missing Melody

A lost arrangement A note that you never read Now not to be found Search halls and boxes Something once considered yours Now simply erased You played with rhythm On embellished pedestal Building empires It was just a dream Do you hear half formed echoes Or imagine them? Humming or whistling No unraveled thread leads back To that cherished sound Heard like deja vu Fleeting similarities On a stranger's lips Jealousy useless Hint of regret even fades Till nothing remains Just words chimed hollow A poem sad but distant In forgotten key

Hindered Hours

When thoughts race and crawl And time steps to the cadence What hope have hours? Are seconds still sure? What mark must mere minutes make? Dawn's promise soured Crippling a relief Focused on lack of focus Control but a dream Dilation of time Expands here and contracts there Not immune to law What of a concert? Whistling cadence to beat Music from chaos? Partners pairing off Every moment matching thought We'll just watch the stars Let consciousness slip Imagine architecture Already in place Imagine the rest Imagining all the same 'Til *SNAP* it is true

Love Is In Nothing

Everything has changed Though nothing remains the same Love is, as always Is The Word aware All that lies within, between Yellow and purple? For how could love be A constant without anchor How could anything? I claim ignorance Of tether's source, to be sure Foundationally I am a man, true But would other claims be false Breathed from dust formed lips? Shall we weigh anchor Bringing with us nothing but Bright eyes and ship(w)right? Shall we weight tables Swapping coin, tales, and glances Ending up ahead? Love is in nothing Void, abyss, light, air, water Seeded from the start

Parting Words

"To the very last, you spoke nothing but the truth. You said it with a smile; there is meaning to that."

Hourglass

Sand flowing past glass Is it void taking its place? Something for nothing. Temporal exchange Passage and destination Time to return home The future reaching Not stopping a moment short Like I feel your skin All that we can bear So when precious moment comes The rest fall like dross Still, this state of grace Gestates a suspicious hope That eep is a test A threshold long stalked Sneaky Snakes slithering past Regardless of cost To fit like a glove The memory of these days And paradise found Yes, like a snapshot Of the moment Love was found Secured forever