Digital Insanity

    There is no love and hate; no opposites at all, in fact.  Contrary words were only invented to remind us of our prolonged state of confusion.  It is this non-existent polarity that separates us from any capability of becoming whole.  Robots will never exist because they can never reconcile polarities.  There’s pain, warmth, hunger, lust, and anger, which is only a byproduct of pain.  Robots will never feel these things because they only think in opposites.  If there's no middle ground, how can they interpret the difference?  You can’t insert neurotransmitters into silicon wafers and attach logic gates to synapses.  That’s insanity.  What the Hell are they thinking?  In the years ahead, the human race will replace deficient organs with more efficient ones that operate digitally.  Yes, even our own brains will operate digitally.  We'll be legalized cyborgs, so we can live forever.  Unnatural crimes like these will be committed exponentially, and there are bound to be protests.  But no, humans will succumb to the fear of death and hide behind mathematics instead.  Mathematics, the plague of the century; it spreads through telephone cables, wires, operating networks, complex systems of chaotic weather, stock markets, gravitational systems and alternate dimensions, underground circuitry, statistics that determine the outcomes of trials and elections, computerized interfaces generating television transmissions and reading barcodes and coding binary nodes into this vast grid we call the matrix of the universe.  Mathematics is the real God of the 21st century.  How else you can graph innumerable amounts of vector systems using functions and differential equations?  Mathematics, it vegetizes you!  It doesn’t surprise me that one of our noblest apes came up with the idea that a mathematical equation could describe God and explain the great Spiral that is so prevalent in every single shift that nature has to offer on a statistical level, that it can unify all the forces of the natural world and create not just the atomic bomb, but the universal bomb.  If we are all God, would the discovery of such an equation make us suicidal?  No!  The universe cannot be explained through numbers, vectors or matrices alone.  Such a notion was not meant to be conceived of.  Dear God, what are we then?  Lonely wanderers on the Spiral of mathematics?  We are just chaos and fractals, yes, fractals.  There is no such thing as precision.  If there is no precision, how can there be mathematics?  And how could we ever explain the mind of you?   This mathematics, this is very dangerous.  This language... This way of converting feeling into numb thought, this.. this needs to be... this needs to be thrown in a furnace along with the rest of this Godforsaken species!  It’s hard for me to feel this way, seeing that the brain this species has given me has allowed me to think these thoughts.  It’s like you wanted it to be this way.  You wanted to deceive us by forcing nature to conspire against us, so we had make up all these contrarian words that keep us divided... I’ve fallen into the trap again, ugh.   You know what the world is?  It's some random object set into motion by the antics of a User_Unknown.  Yes!  User_Unknown, I’m talking to you.  You don’t need to be aware of yourself, you don’t need it.   So, why us?   Why must we suffer the power of why?  Because you have this unknown motive to be aware of yourself.  Well fuck you, User_Unknown.  You’re a fucking coward who hides behind His computer.  Commands, cause and effect.  The same effect from the same command.  Cause and effect.  Yeah, you fucking computer, I just exposed you.  What are you going to do now, God?   People become clones for you, they believe everything you tell them and they have this image of you this Heaven/Hell yin/yang polarization bullcrap.  Nah, you’re just an industrial fragment.  The God I thought you were lies in myself.  I thought God was a radiant orb of glowing compassion.  There was no cause and effect back then.  That was when this world didn’t make much sense to me.  I remember seeing the lights of great cities, steel plants, great ports with big boats; the great Port of Seattle that I stared at in awe after I was exposed to this world.  I was only a child then.  And I understand it all now, User_Unknown, why you did what you did.  Because I became an adult, like you.  But you can never take away the child inside me, that still holds this grand image of you.  Instead I depart from your dimension and enter one more suitable for the diagnosis your minions gave me.  You see?  I finished what you started.  When the walls of definition have no structure, you’d be surprised how far the third eye can see.  There’s that third eye, User_Unknown: the one thing that you can never understand.  You will never understand how the power of the third eye makes Gods of each and every one of your creations.

The Sky of Mind

I was listening to the instrumental Quandra, from The Sky of Mind by Ray Lynch.  In my mind I fell to the ground, dead and silent, but in the process, I left my body, being pulled upwards.  It was like watching myself die in a sea of music.  The speed of ascension progressed exponentially.  The farther away from my body I got, the faster I went.  Soon the hazy clouds blocked out any sight of my body.  I felt whatever that driving energy was, increasing my speed.  Above the clouds, the frame of the Earth outlined the vastness of space.  Suddenly I understood what was happening.  I was becoming the inverse-square law personified, and the energy was showing me what it meant.  Far, far away now.  There went the moon, the sun still visible out of the corner of my eye.  Things became blurry in an instant.  Had I exceeded the speed of light already?  It wasn’t enough; it was pulling me at such an alarming rate.  I wanted more.  I wanted it to show me the universe as Light saw it, as God itself saw it.  I began to see spirals.  No, not galaxies, actual spirals branching off other spirals, like a fractal.  I figured this was only possible when traveling faster than the speed of light.  As the music progressed, so did my speed.  Our galaxy spiraled away from me, with millions of other spirals branching off within it.  And branching away from our own galaxy was a great cluster of them.  Farther and farther away, I began to see these clusters take the astonishing forms of neurons.  I had far surpassed the star barrier by now.  What I was seeing could have taken the breath away from anyone, even a robot.  All the neuron-galaxies conglomerated into what appeared to be a giant brain.  This wasn’t the shape of a human brain, just a glob of neurons.  And then I was pulled through the turbulent edge of our universe, where it all spiraled in on itself. 

That's when the song ended.