Manifold Testament

 

   Skim online science stories and you'll find plenty cropping up with headlines indicating a possible evidence of the multiverse.  Let's settle this issue once and for all, here and now shall we.

  An exhibit of our multiverse remains directly in view of the ISS.  The demonstration we're a multiverse gets all tangled up in each other's breath.  Confirmation of a conglomerate of universes awaits us every day of our lives.  What's needed for each and every one of us is simply a revision of how certain terms are defined. 

  A body is a vessel for a spirit, just like a bottle holds a quantity of wine.  We come into this world separately, then get to hang out together from time to time. Some say that we may live together but we'll all have to die alone. A crowd of one among the stars all grown upon the bone.  

  

   Our consciousness may not exist without each other to reflect it.  Individualism an illusion, and we're all free to inspect it. A stone alone in the dead of night. A forest of trees before our sight. All held together upon the terrain of time with space slipping through our fingers. It's all so crystal clear that our memory of it lingers.  

   No need to travel very far to interact with alien life. Certainly not to another star when instead you may talk with your wife.  If we take a moment to modify our understanding of not only the words but that which they intend to indicate, we may come to a better comprehension of the nature of that which we generate. 

   We've been generated ourselves by our parent's interaction by a complicated process of natural selection. Through genetic combination and a method of fertilization a zygote becomes the gateway to a new generation. This has been happening before our eyes since time immemorial. The problem of multiple bodies manifests when we insist upon drawing lines. This may lead us to think we're aspects of the world divided. In fact it's our thinking that comes apart while in effect we've always been united. 

   Thinking itself comes with a price, a dividend we've forgotten we owe. Our trade off with understanding was replaced with a certificate we misplaced or lost long ago. A document signed with the blood of our light that can be described as an article of faith. Reduced to so much pulp in between our ego's whirling blades, it's been rendered to an echoing wraith.  

   Forgetting that faith also serves as reliance upon our interdependence. We each mirror the fall of the angel inside us losing sight of our complex sentence. With the proof of the multiverse in every handful of dust and the evidence shining in each other's well earned trust, it serves us to every once in awhile forget our own sorrow in exchange for another's smile.  

   Hope is the yolk for the egg of faith to hatch open inside our brain. Replace our convictions with mere suggestions to stay drier in the pouring rain. The indication of a multiverse lies revealed in a single leaf outside. Life follows the cornucopia expressed along the golden mean of this ride.  

   Let's cut to the chase for the ultimate point of what I've just written today. When we look at the Earth we're seeing the multiverse conveyed in its glorious heyday. The secret of this meaning lies out in the open for anyone with eyes to see. You can easily figure it out for yourself, there's no reason to rely on me. 

    

   

Transformer Twenty One

  the dysmorphological unification 

of the algorithmic insistence 

to pick out patterns not from what 

the human eye focuses upon but 

rather what the camera eye has captured 

from its unblinking stare of the panopticon 

may reduce visual stimuli to a potpourri 

of pulpy bull dogged abstractions 

lending cohesion to a narrative

 picked out of the random chaos

 of association in direct proximity, 

such as the bloody drool flowing 

down the broken rose stem stuck

 in the gaping maw of the leviathan, 

cellular walls thicken being built 

from particulate matter drawn from 

the void and whose folding concatenations 

provide egress to the sudden multiplicities

 of congregating civilizations

 momentarily extracted. The decanting 

of the structural atomic nuclei 

conducts the unfolding symphony

 into its arrayed pocket jungles

 thriving at the tangled roots 

of the bifurcating tree. 

As the glowing river flows 

out of the mountain it reflects 

the bonfires burned in honor 

of the constellations above. 

The night is timeless, and

even the stars can't count 

the clocks that tell the time. 

Reckoning with the Crow in our World

Reckonings of the Human Spirit in a Holographic Universe

August 3, 2021

“Let us not forget that we do not actually live in the world of microparticles. We are their product.” – Florin Gaiseanu

Might reality actually be one-dimensional cosmic strings vibrating in ten dimensions on the two-dimensional boundary surface of the universe and projecting as a hologram the entire volume of spacetime – all two trillion galaxies?

Might consciousness manifest as a unified four-dimensional spacetime field, with “place cells” contouring a four-dimensional cognitive map in the brain?

Might the human spirit itself wake up from our biological dreaming to our creative legacy, which connects the new reality of the holographic universe with our gut bacteria producing neurotransmitters that influence choices before the quantum gates, where body meets Psyche in memories, microfeels, dreams, fantasies, and media images perceived as real?

Might mystery appear as a shiny crow turning its head to present the sequin of one eye so near in its watching that a ray of darkness penetrates the distance we imagine between us?

~A. A. Attanasio {among the last of his blog posts, since he announced just a couple of days ago in his AAA FB fan group, that the official AAA site we've long been accustomed to will be taken down towards the end of this month (August, 2021).