THE DIAPHANOUS DEVIL
At the age of ten everything was cosmic play, innocence,.....Every door was open. Everything was there for new experience. The earth was a mystic playground, and every instant was recess. the shadows that seemed so full and crisp on a cold sunny morning accompanied me on my bicycle, and played almost independently on any object I passed. Every smell marked a new curiosity, every challange was met with glee. I ignored evil, but I was wary. It sulked in the hearts of the unhappy, those children whose lives were already taken from them. Those who were already the living dead. They had faces like everyone else, but they had broken hearts, human hearts who believed in defect. The relays of their minds were already blistered by the worries of the adults, the adults in chains. In innocence everything is possible, and failure only brings new challenge. For failure is a capricious friend. Soon all of us were taught to seek effeciency at the expense of curiosity, novelty, and wonder. "Grow up, Sit correctly! Follow the rules! Don't color outside the lines! You must learn for survival because the world is not free!" The beautiful and strong will prosper at the expense of the weak and ugly and different. "You, Strong, don't look back! there is no time. You weak, follow the strong; they are your example." Where this separation of people came from I never knew. I knew, however that limit became known. Level playing fields would be pretended, but still the strong would win. Why we had to play the game of weak and strong I did not know. Why we had to measure I did not know. but, I knew it was a lie and a trick. I know that within each living soul exists a universe. The lie has tricked us into closing our eyes to that unlimited potential. For we are all children of the universe. Everything is sacred and holy. Death is our friend,and fear is the opposite of love. Defy your barriers love intensely and never fear. Part of the deceptive illusion is the value invested within the material world. It is from subtlety where power emerges. Mulitlinear physics is virtually unknown. It is an uncharted territory where infinities of multiform microenvironments are constantly in creative flux, but are not observable. Only by isolation can things be observed. ( or focused upon) In isolation change has already implicitly converted the object of observation into a wholly different creature. Measurements can not be made except in special environments, and, then, they are only relevant to that exclusive environment. But, it is from this sort of measurement that all proclamations of "scarcity" arise. There is no scarcity. Buckminster Fuller said that this truth frightens the present politico-megaindustrial complex to it's very knees. Because it is only by the massively propagated myth that there is a scarcity of life sustaining commodities that they can continue to bilk the whole mass of humanity of their money and resources. It is this illusion of the present psychogenically projected earth reality that creates limits. ( remember, in a limitless universe even an ideomorph such as limit has to be, paradoxically, possible also) Since there is no real belief in a counterpart of what is, (exists) and since counterparting is the device upon which the illusion is predicated, it appears that limitations do, in fact, exist. The divisiveness of separating and measuring is the scientific process whereby we retrieve our data about the universe. So naturally it follows that we should expect our vision to be "part" oriented rather than whole oriented. Concepts of life and death birthed out of the concept of time is in itself a measurment that precludes infinity not to exist. If infinity does not exist then time can stop. this is equivalent to the supposed 2nd law of thermodynamics. this law is apparent only by defining the transmutation and translation of energy in and out of its various forms as diffusion in the sense of diminishment and loss. Therefore the apparent reality of death brings a gargantuan conflict of interest to the study of our world. We are still in platos cave and the shadows are the physical. All of humanity is knelt in awe of the vast interreciprocitous ideocomplex which constantly remains immeasurable, infinite, and intangible. It escapes our supercolliders but it makes them possible. It is nothing but and assumption coupled with the idea of death that leads us to conclude that our physical sensory interaction with the palpable, smellable, touchable world must take preeminence in the process of valuation of experience.