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So call it a draft or maybe daft. Not sure which... maybe both.
I've become semi-obsessed lately with the idea that the universe we
live in is, how shall I say it?, a single thread in a multiversal
quantum computer... not really a new idea I guess,,, but some have not
done the idea justice...
This kind of thing should creep you out like the first time you
realized what Simulacron-3 [Aka "The Thirteenth Floor"] or "The
Matrix" was driving at... it should give your brain goose bumps.
[image this is your brain... imagine this is your brain with goose
bumps... yeck!]
So anywhay... this place seems to be asleep so I thought I'd keep it
that way and post this bit of stream of [un]conscious old-goat-a-
licious ruminational Sominex.
is it worthy of the next edition of the ACCantology? Dunno... you tell
me.
Troubadour
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The Quantum Field Equation
There are some moments
Moments when I feel
feel like I want to be dead
dead to this world
dead to the moment by moment pain
Are these my thoughts? I ask
Do these feelings reflect true desire?
or are they a system call
of the Quantum Processor
in which we live.
Thought-desires blow through
and my mind-body ****vers as if touched
by ice slivers that quickly melt
to va****ous drops.
I succeed by failing.
There is no promised land
Nor Jerusalem
Nor Temple
Nor Mosque
Nor Church
Nor Science
Nor Philosophy
Nor political creed
Nor drug
Nor even thing
Whose foundation stone
is not an illusion of truth.
Digitize your visions for a moment
Load and boot a new prophetic dream
listen to the Quantum wavelets
as they lap at the doors
and windows
hear them whispering:
I am.
I am All.
More worlds and realities
than you can even conceive
Yet:
We cannot escape the quantum machine.
You and I.
Nothing more than trapped variables
in Quantum statistical flow
You and I.
simple fool desires
driving us
whispering seductively:
I am free!
I am alive!
I desire!
I Choose!
You and I.
alas
we do not hear
the whisper behind the whisper
the feeling behind the thought:
it is only an illusion...
a puff of quantum foam
An equation held in suspension
showing all of its answers at once
reminding
the useless self
of a relative existence:
a jot when it
should have been dot
Not to worry
the jots come out
in the statistical wash
Were we really looking
for simple truth
the answer to any field equation
is the equation itself
All of the answers of identity
are held there
frozen
in true symbols
held suspended
layer upon layer
answer upon answer
truth upon truth
All of it is true
everything
even the lies
you told last night
All of the multiverse
answers the question
It states the equation:
The answer is the question.
The question is the answer.
Which leads to self referencial questions:
what then is the multiversal equation?
Equations are not the product of
random evolutionary events.
Equations are the product of a mind
This implies:
Some it
wrote it
Who then?
who asked and wrote
it upon the face of the deep?
who asked that we should suffer this?
what kind of It would make
such grandeurs
beside such
petty
ugly
creatures
Such as You and I?
Does It really matter?
Does It care?
The multiversal wave function
does not collapse.
All of its answers are true:
No.
Yes.
Maybe.
Forever.
Never.
Not at all.
Absolutely.
Paradoxical?
Yes!
the multiverse weeps.
Flip flop
register
and stack
push
pop
****ft
add
div
The processor is the process
as wavelets
lap upon the random
pulses of the neural threads
The process continues
The answer is sought
to the paradoxical question
all states explored
all truths revealed
all feelings known
But what is the question?
The wavelets giggle softly:
What is the most paradoxical emotion?
Ah!
The jot just became a dot.
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