The motion of the childSuitor
is complex — He expands by growing smaller,
faster — in essence, a form of physical self-reference
— or ‘recursion’ which is primarily about
motion and meaning, rather than mere ‘travel or distance’.
This is not mere linear recursion, but a sort that amplifies
its own forms, schemas, subjects, transports and contexts in
scalar waves of absurdly charged expansion.
Lest we think this impossible, we must reMember that the cellular
symmetries we ourselves comprise arise from a sort of ‘geometrically
magnifying division’ which divides into new forms,
rather than mere copies of something. This is not really dividing
at all — and the whole terrain gets smaller, more diverse,
more hyperconnective, and all within a tiny field of biosentience
that is growing in leaps — often in ways that result in
entirely new dimensions of experience, form or relation —
which themselves are then ‘colonized’ and filled
with still newer and more unique forms and templates of generative
synchrony. It is perhaps impossible to write algorithms about;
but it is not impossible to be, or be connective with and in
such entities. After are, here we are. You got from 2 cells,
to 200 trillon. Didn’t take long, either. And now those
cells talk and think and read about themselves.
As a parable-reflection of this sort of ‘creature’
or being, I might propose a white rabbit who is chasing
his tail in a medium of sentient (and tangible) Time. Every
time he leaps, he does so three times faster and sooner than
before — he travels three times farther, and he divides
himself to chase three times more of his own tails — which
have just appeared before him as a result of the direction
of his last leap...because each of his leaps creates new
dimensions of time in which another Him appears, already in
process of chasing his tail. The divisions occur with(in) the
one who is dividing, and their repercussions in their media
— the Living Waters — are much more than physical.
In fact, physical is the least of what they are.
Within the Living Waters
— the character and repercussion of his motion is enfertilizing
them, and stretching them, braiding (or folding) them into a
generative cone of sorts — but there is no dimension here,
and thus this cone is not really a cone at all...it is at once
more and less than a vortice — and ‘where’
it is — is not even a where at all — it is like
‘the before of where and when’ actively emerging
as sentience.
His ‘twisting’
or ‘folding’ of The Living Waters creates a ‘place’
in the untunnel where there is a sort of warp — and on
the other side of this warp, some polarities are reversed.
From ‘the edges’ of this ‘warp’ our
dimension(s) are being co-emergently expressed as a repercussive
result of the nature and e-motion of the child’s activity,
somewhat like a droplet of water landing in a still pool.
The result of the inspiration of the child with(in) the LivingWaterMother
is something like a ‘tunnel’ — but it is ‘more
than alive in more than three dimensions’ and yet it has
no dimensions or ‘quality of space’ of its own,
at all. In a place ‘with no space’ the potentials
for a kind of ‘scalarly expanding’ wave of sentient
expression is on constant emotional autocomplexification. Eventually,
the inhabitants of this incredible ‘sourcePlace’
are so fervently active that a sort of energy of compression
actually begins to emerge as a musical quality in the Living
Waters (in reality this is a quality far beyond music as we
understand it).
The activity of this ‘songPulse’
causes the membrane of the tunnel to vibrate in energetic synchrony
with ‘all that stuff happening in no-place’ (literally
‘the precursor dimension to zero’). This is not
‘mere physical vibration’ — it is so primal
that without it there is no idea or way of manifesting physical
‘anything’. The vibration is transentiently assembling
itself in multiple scales with(in) The Living Waters. And its
result is the ‘ever-arriving’ childSuitor. The one
we refer to as God. Or the One who is (w)Holy.
The effects of His activity
on the ‘even less dimensional’ membrane (the ‘edges’
of the Living Waters), now stretched into a sort of tunnel —
are explosively generative. The entire ‘unstructure’
acts something like a musical sentience-drum — the slightest
vibration gives birth to infinities of dimensions of manifestation
— into (ever-more complex, diverse and numerous) places
‘across the veil’ from the bubble of their birth
— where time is experienced as incumbent rather than translocal.
The effect of this relational
expression in the Waters is ‘like a music’ (of scalar
chorales). And the results of this pulse-phase music —
which is more an emotional momentum than a physical one...are
the universes of manifestation, such as ours. Here, the polarities
‘in the place with no dimension’ emerge into expression
and real manifestation as ‘space, time, mass, distance,
character, transports, contexts, participants’ —
etc. Which item in that list is most important, and which one
would our ways of knowing credential as ‘the domain of
fact’? In truth, we must relearn to credential character
first, for if you look at a living world — unless you
subract or hide something — it is exploding with character.
There is nothing ‘abstract’ or mechanical about
organismal reality (including what we refer to as genetics)
— unless there is first some authority on the scene demanding
that this is the best explanation. The fact it, simply put,
it never is.
And this whole affair can
be playfully diagramed somewhat like this:
In this image I imagine
that the diameter of the circle on the left is increasing in
geometric leaps, (so our image would be enlarging itself ‘in
scales’) and the length of the tunnel would be doing the
same, while the dot at the end would be shrinking in this way.
The ‘rings’
(of emanative repercussion) are the result of something like
the unity of ‘coming and going’ — the place
in the tunnel where the whirlpool caused by the whiteRabbit
diving into greenTurtle comes to ‘a point where it swallows
itself’ — emerging as its reflective opposite on
the ‘unavailable’ ‘other side’ of the
inward warp in the tunnel.
The ‘place of emanation’
(which in a moving model would be chasing the dot at some semi-irregular
rate along the length of our cone) is a sort of singularity
— where the ‘song pulse’ is so profoundly
generative in nature and activity that it ‘explodes into
dimension-breeding’.
And all of this is ‘a
lot like a droplet of water falling into a pool’.
The droplet condenses from
generality to extreme specificity.
And then, it ‘hits
the water’.
o:O:o
5A:
[in re: The Little Prince]
This shape reminds me of
a sketch by a brilliant navigator who claimed to only be able
to draw ‘one thing” — a snake, who has swallowed
an elephant. To hear him tell it, many people, upon seeing what
he drew, saw it more as a hat...I found this interesting,
because the admirable navigator was drawing something that could
only be found ‘on the ground’ and everyone else
was deciding it was something that ‘goes on their head’.
The power of this riddle is hidden in its simplicity, and only
the mind of a child filled with wonder could locate its tail.
One clue is that the man was a navigator of the skies. To such
a man, the ‘difference between what goes on the ground’
and ‘what goes on your head’ is hugely significant.
To invert them, for such a person...means instant death. So
we could say that it is humorous that this sky-navigator draws
something that clearly ‘belongs to the earth’ and
people instantly try to assure him ‘that it goes on your
head’ — or above you.
I mean, who would want to
put a snake that had swallowed an elephant ‘on their head’?
Isn’t this similar to confusing one’s hindquarters
with ‘a hole in the ground’?
When I think about a sperm,
or the male generative element in biology, I am at once reminded
of ‘the little prince’ and ‘a snake who has
swallowed an elephant’. The way in which the snake carries
this elephant will explode into whole new universes of kinds
of snakes and elements — if the snake should ever ‘find
its way home’.
o:O:o
