First Off

Reality operates under a fiercely ordered set of maths and sciences which, even when we can't sufficiently describe them, are observable in their perfect static. A belief in miracles could be allowed or even encouraged if asynchronous phenomena were observed with any degree of veracity (beyond the basic miracle that it exists in the first place, and continues, inexorably, without fucking up, unlike human endeavor.)

And so it is left to humanity (and, er, vogonity) to sow chaos into order, to the extent that we are able to subvert biology and physics, for good or ill. And yet for all of our hubris, nothing we've accomplished measures to fuck-all against the scope of this universe, let alone any cosmology allowing for the possibility of (infinite) multiple universes.

I don't like it at all.

Assuming a sentient intelligence existing in the fifth dimension (which is to say that we exist in the fourth dimension, time, unable to affect it in the manner of the other, 'lower' dimensions), we would still be incapable of recognizing it as such, being limited as we are in our fourth dimensional existence (you've read Flatland, right?). We would readily, and perhaps somewhat justly, nominate such a thing as a god, regardless of alignment or intent. Even the most warlike and misogynistic, egregiously shitheaded example of fifth dimension life could seem as a god to those of us with lowly, fourth-dimensional senses. (Faith as Stockholm syndrome: yeah, the pain and death and assrape has gotten old, but he keeps telling me he loves me and anyway, it'll all be over soon.)

And so it is left to we criminals and rudeboys and -girls to proselytize in favor of the known, the human, the fourth- dimensional base and debauched matter, the very stuffs of which we are made; to learn our country and its attendant exegeses, to know Spaceland and Flatland as thoroughly as possible, to know our universe, its constituents, and any fellow inhabitants of the fourth dimension, lest we go traipsing into (apologies to Joe Casey) Godland gullible and weak-willed, ignorant, and easily over-awed.

posted by Ian Quinn  : 5/28/2008 06:32:00 AM 0 comments

Enlightenment acheived through chemistry is still valid. All enlightenment is simply short-cut/ short-circuit.

Valid, but possibly much more difficult to bring the sermon back from the mount.

I make it a habit to attempt to close off reality tunnels that I don't like. Simply calling them to mind in as much detail as I can muster seems to do the trick nicely, more often than not. High potency euphorics make the process a bit faster, machine-gunning 'useless' reality tunnels with videogame cheat code efficiency.

Recently, on a Messianic trip that was over the top even in comparison to my usual Lex-up trips, with outmoded ideas and ideals melting out of my brainstuff like there's a hole in the dike (and there's no hope for anyone attempting to Dutch-boy my ass). I had a moment, and goodness knows I'll be lucky not to end up all Beautiful Mind fucked up trying to get it back. I'm losing my I. This one is starting to have trouble defining singular experience as non-universal. And yet, most of what this one perceives in other a is a disconnected experience, that this one finds difficult to associate, assimilate, or alleviate. The concept of combative meme-plexes gathers more currency as the attempt to create a plex that is holistic and positive is met with the equal and opposite drive toward another plex whose makeup is much more isolated and self-serving.

Omnijectivity. "Reality is neither objective nor subjective, it's omnijective."

This one nominates a new plex. One which, by it's very nature, seems inescapable.

The Briar Patch.

We're all just trying to get fly. Seriously.

don't just tag along, start a war if you want to

Quit fucking whining and start winning. Yeah it's trite but it's my mantra. It's my fucking pipe and I'm smoking it.

I don't believe in your institutions

...and I've got a little surprise for you. We have become Death, destroyer of worlds, and we looked upon our creation, and saw that it was good.

And.

We.

Burn.

posted by Ian Quinn  : 5/27/2008 07:57:00 AM 0 comments