There has been much dismay and upheaval in the scientific community since it has as an establishment accepted that there are geometries other than Euclidian. There is a sense of loss of certainty, a loss of faith in the notion of a simple and coherent logic for all things; and furthermore, a widespread fear of proposing universal theories, and a suspicion regarding the very enterprise of so doing. Now I, as an autodidact and child prodigy, have not come up in the conventional manner through academia, but rather shot forth primarily and mostly from the images, perceptions, and reflections of my own mind. Uninhibited by traditional wisdom, by the powers of mentation alone and purely, without so much as speaking to anyone else about it before I had clarified it from my native perceptions and whimsey to myself, I, by the time I had c.5 years, had articulated a geometrical model for all of Existence. I thus think all of the dread and dreary fears and forced ignorance, the line “we cannot know, we should not assume”, is silly, and needs to be replaced by belief in what we in fact do and can know, which is the nature of everything. Yes, rightly this shake-up has forced the establishment to admit the obvious fact that any axiom claiming a necessary finity, limitation, is arbitrary and thus while part of reality building by abstraction and allegory, and so not false, per se, not ultimately true, yet instead of thus endowing the scientific community the confidence of gods, it has left it with insecurities of greater mortality.
Logically, I propose that infinity, perfect, complete infinity that is, which I call “Totalus” for terminological clarity, is the only absolutely necessary fact. This would seem obvious, and to me, given my native manner of perception, essentially a view of the world as a single, infinite point with myriadically many points abstractable therefrom, it is and always has been very immediate and clear; if it is not, a simple imaginary experiment will reveal that if one imagines what the form or nature of the entirety of Existence must be, one cannot in fact imagine a finite nature, for even if one realizes or illustrates explicitly only a limited portion, one still will see that there is further form, even if as “unformed form”.
Does any one have a counter-prop., and if so, how do you prove/demonstrate it?
(I do also note for fun & added interest that empirically consciousness could be said to be very probably the second axiom, the other basic fact of Existence.)
For me, emotion is understood and experienced as a form of music. I am a poet-musician-composer, and so in that way highly emotional — yet many feelings are strange to me, disconnected from thought; a broader range of feelings are known and harmonized in me when I am high, especially on Opium. I do not feel if I do not see — for me music always has a distinct form, a clear geometry which is often shown to me by a creature who lives in my mind called The Polything, and forms, shapes, cause me to feel certain sensations — triangles feel as water, squares feel as marble; thus I see Totalus as I feel it; and for it is everything, I feel in seeing it wonder, magnificence, euphoria — God.
You are correct, on count of each statement above.
I thank you sincerely for what is this beautiful and profound comment. Fascinating … I see magnificence in you, of a similar breed to that in myself.
That you love me, I am moved, deeply, for I understand how you mean it, and it is in the proper and true sense; it is what so many have very partially done to me in low, violating, ways, of mere oogling, admiring, envying, possession, and grasping, “those groping hands and grasping gapes that look with eyes that see far enough to bleed, not far enough to save”.
Welcome to my world, my thoughts, comrade.
You want to know the nature of everything?
Its a single feeling. But no word could ever grasp or scratch the surface, the beautiful complexity of everything.
To feel it, you become god.
I can maybe show you how to feel it and you can try to make words for it, id like that.
Be warned, dear friend. Please do not assume that this is an easy game.
I know that nature, I always have. That is what I call Totalus; yes, it is God, to know it is to know as The God, to behold it is to behold the very core of All.
Ah how you sound like me! Not an easy game indeed, but I know that well my colleague. I am curious to know how you get there, how you see it.
Let me now offer you some of my words on this matter :
Beneath illusion image from the holy truth is toreAbove man mind from the unbroken Mind is moreLanguage, o heart of god thyself beguiled Nature, ah God in bounds has smiled Rules, let rules be for infinity to hide itself as finite truths, mirror more that is inside!Men, let men be for infinity to find itself in finite truths, see more that is belied!Man, men shall make ofGod, gods in God’s own wakeGod, gods shall grant toMind, minds of Mind’s own acheThat Mind may knowThat God may test That Man may tryLet these be a path from We and back again from I : Logic, through endless truth a simple way to spyScience, by restless quest another world to tryGenius, from all creation a renewed form to wry Religion is but the story of this in the main : a shattered Mind, ever whole, is fractured and made whole again.
I, being one never able to rest in things simply, went on to suggest that at some level even the logical languages are ‘unnecessary’ and ultimately ‘indefensible’ with the line of argument you used against the ‘excesses’ of my allegorical version of Wealth; at a certain level beyond their own context, finite things fall apart or their rules fail to hold (in effect, what I said is that once will recognize excess in a properly well-defined finite context, and if one perfects one’s finite context enough (that is, brings one’s finite context more in line (quirky visual intended) with the infinity which is its ultimate nature), one will find that one’s very context itself is excessive, ultimately unnecessary except insofar as it is possible, and arbitrarily defined as much as those things one once decried as excesses within one’s context).
GodThe silver stream Of living, tis pain, behind my mortally fixed eyes Beneath it a lake of golden shapesThe cascade the pain belies Too alive To die, to thrive Too divine To fade, to pine Mortality This fluid tome Of frozen words outside my mindThe scattered point The disparate jointDoes resolveDoes lighnAtwixt The fracturedly deadened storyThe infinite path to immortal gloryMortality is in partWhat The World is at the heart Happiness is ours to take As droplets of The Infinite LakeAs in every thought there is the truth to find And yet to trace the shape One truly must transcend the lineThis The platinum strand Of divine knowing Within my mortality set lifeFrom it a band eternally growing The God in man survives So alive, To play, to strive So real,To live, to feel Divinity This infinite lakeOf flowing words inside my mind The abstracted shape The endless scapeDo resolve We find
…the nature of drug use …relevant only in mortal worlds and fatal in mortality, …begs for a preview of perfect euphoria, …shall give this preview, which may cumulate only beyond mortality, and thus from mortality is release unto death; and yet now with that statement we see that it is but a particularly elegant metaphor of all other mortal endeavours. In some ways, it is the antithesis of life, in some ways, the reflection of the yearning and knowledge of all mortality, the knowledge of infinity and perfection that is fatal to mortality itself. To partake of a drugged euphoria in this life, to choose to play that way, is to satire mortality and mortal life itself, while acknowledging The Spirit’s call unto itself; this is likely why drugs always occur most prominently in deviant movements and religious practices alike.
Lull of night, deep ringing pitch,Heart of light, in somber grey,Doth the night twill swift nothings, doth the day in ombré lay,Fear of waking unto nothing, o sleeping prince in darkness richImagine words that would stir in madness ordered forms of beauty fine!Say in finites with whispered yearning, Speak in echoes, ever turning, Sing clear wishes that of solitude shall wake loveliness as world divine!For now, o thou hast started thinking, never does the night return,’Tis won, shone all as each to each forever linking, so long as for light thou yearn’