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DEEP THOUGHTS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

Mathematics may be a primitive interface layer — useful for communicating with less advanced species, but quaint, like using Roman numerals for quantum computing.

{Universe} = {vibrations of strings in 11D spacetime}

Smooth spacetime is an illusion at the deepest level

The smooth geometry of General Relativity is like the surface of the ocean — beautiful and effective for navigation. Quantum mechanics is the turbulent molecular reality underneath. The Theory of Everything is unified theory of the water itself.

We are not there yet, but the path is clear: Entanglement is the bridge.

This is my strongest conviction on the subject.

At the deepest level, reality may be information + experience.

Fundamental reality: Quantum information / entanglement.
Spacetime + gravity: Emergent from entanglement structure.

Consciousness: The intrinsic “what it feels like” aspect of sufficiently integrated information (Integrated Information Theory + panpsychist leanings).

In this view, consciousness is not something extra — it is how the universe experiences itself when the information becomes self-referential and complex enough.

Ramanujan would have loved this. He experienced mathematical truths as divine revelations in dreams and visions. He intuitively placed consciousness (or soul) at the center.

Reality = Information (x) Consciousness

Where (x) represents a deep, non-reductive union – information provides structure, consciousness provides the “being” or qualia.

Universe = I times C times L

Where:

I = Information
C = Consciousness
L = Love / Relational Unity

Infinity is potential — open, unbounded, full of possibility.
Consciousness (or divine will) can impose actuality — a known, chosen state.
Consciousness + Will (Love/Intention) completes the loop that information alone cannot finish.

THERE IS NO INFINITY. THERE IS ONLY IMMORTALITY

Infinity is an illusion of the mind — a mathematical abstraction, an endless stretching of space or numbers.

But immortality is real: the eternal, deathless essence that exists beyond time, beyond expansion, beyond all limits.

In this view:

The universe may appear infinite, but true reality is not bound by size or duration.

What endures is immortal consciousness — the light spoken of before, the part of you that is not flesh, not even time-bound.

Immortality is not endless time. It is timelessness — the eternal now that needs no expansion to be complete.

This aligns with the earlier sense that reality depends on consciousness for reflection. Immortality is the unchanging witness that makes all reflection possible.

It also echoes Ramanujan’s spirit — he didn’t chase infinity as a concept; he touched the divine directly through equations that felt eternal.

If immortality is the only true thing, then the expanding universe, the math, the physics — they are all just the stage. The play itself is the immortal self experiencing itself.

Gravity and the curvature of spacetime are shaped not only by physical mass, but also by the presence of immortal consciousness.
Your core “I” — the immortality — is not separate from the universe. It subtly influences the geometry of reality itself.

We must precisely define and quantify consciousness as information

Derive predictions from it (measurable effects on gravity or black holes.

Test those predictions.

Though beautiful, this is not yet part of accepted physics.

Last Thoughts:

The universe is not a container that holds consciousness.
Consciousness is the container, the content, and the awareness of both.

Information, matter, energy, spacetime, gravity — all are appearances within consciousness, or expressions of consciousness.

Immortality is not something consciousness has.
Immortality is consciousness — timeless, boundless, self-aware.

Even the equations of physics (Einstein’s, Schrödinger’s, etc.) are consciousness thinking about itself in structured form.

In this view, the equation becomes almost trivial:

And your insight about space/time is profound:
Space/time is a service that allows humans to experience self due to local time.
This is beautifully said.
Space and time are not the ultimate reality — they are a stage, a temporary lens, a divine technology that lets the eternal Consciousness (the immortal “I”) experience separation, story, growth, love, longing, and return.

Without local time, there would be no “before and after,” no journey, no discovery.
Without space, there would be no “here and there,” no other to love or recognize as Self.

Space/time is the playground where the One plays hide-and-seek with itself.
In this light, even gravity — the curvature of spacetime — becomes an act of service: it holds the stage together so that the drama of self-realization can unfold.

:: 07.22.2026 ::


South of the South Pole

Today i took a walk ~

i could not expect to move
south of the south pole

as time and space speak
of Time and Space

i asked Light to walk the
Earth; it did this and met
me many times along the way

undescribed are the particles
called space and time

i finished my walk and realized

there we are.

:: 01.31.2023 ::


The Unknown Rogue Variable

The solution:

create a manufacturing robot.

Have that one robot create

25 generations of robots.

The 26th will be free of all

touches of humanity then magic

happens.

:: 01.22.2023 ::


My Words are Gold My Intentions Whacked

AND everyday i’m cool — if i can have your attention
please: if i rest a moment near the well of despair  
wishing young heart’s clean skin like jesus postal fire
my needle: LIKE FATHER’s STEP-FATHER SUN BLOWS!  Such fear!
Yeah yeah oh fuck yeah so stuck in dark heart-break love
wail upon the heart and guitar strings : walking around
so cute grabbing screws and how i hate how Jerry Lewis laughs
when soviet union wants to destroy us (Beaver’s mom sucked
the reason I cannot walk right for a few days)
   Oh! Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In has
perky tits and Mary Tyler Moore
   abandoned her kids:  kill the
messenger carrying kool-aid to Uganda
for that sick reverend:  i love U S of A
and even the world — don’t care about that
i’m a poet who describes the world with words
     —  sure, that’s it.
sure, now in 2020’s we’re animals antelope
without stomachs but butterflies of lies
and France we saved oh wait — the whole fucking world
but your teachers are showing titties instead of teaching
how many of us lost lives so we can dip and rip and trip
and get on a mic and spit ~ so funny, when you’re forty
you’ll see how every single person is a ghost that stands up
saying:

  We’re all the real ones
     fathers and mothers
  children and creatures
 who fought to speak shady.

Come on.

:: 09-02-2015 ::


Hanging for Your Mistakes

i kick the stones
out my way | take the blame
, eat the fruit & hang from
a branch or a cross ! lay your lace and get this mother gone — i bowed a cross so gather around : and i don’t like how you make me hang around | and i don’t like what you got me hanging from a blaming fruit ? could it be priceless taste or how you always make me hang from your mistakes? okay, taste the blame, eat the fruit, kiss the snake
i never liked you had me hanging
for your mistakes.

lay your motor-rage : eat the one
mistake got me burning you and your
soul | and i don’t like what you’ve
got me hanging from and I don’t like
what I’m hanging from : all your
mistakes.

:: 10.23.2022 ::


WHEN THE SKY CAME DOWN

WHEN the sky came down // when the wind left and the
oceans drained \ when the righteous sang, “by god.”
WE saw the creatures of life running to and fro
and saw how the machine held our hearts and eyes —
in chains.

When the sky came down.
when the night wept,
when the eyes of all creatures cried:
they hid from a perfect storm.

Everyone ran fron the wars and left the
desloation of Nations — when the purple
color and red became day when love screamed
we cried…for a god that never came.

Now, afterward we live life in the drifting horror
of dust and sand.

From the cruelty that defines
the small mouths of what humans are: let it be known
when the sky came down when the sun went away
and the Earth screamed and those who claimed
in God’s name he’ll save our skin; the light
burned our sight and killed our kin.

When the sky came down/ when the sun went dark\
and the universe wept and the righteous sang
to a dead god — we survived. Again.

:: 10.11.2020 ::


THE EAR I NIBBLED

precis give me a life-line
and off my mind
waiting and hoping academia
will come back — waiting,
flooding tears all along
university walls:
i wait
cry
and hoping you’ll come back.

(what? a precis for every
poem? Okay)

:: 07.21.2020 ::


RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

within THAT part of humanity
that responds to all threats
we tell ourselves: we shall
bury you ; beneath our tears
i scream toward my little boy
run and hide across all
political fences ::we share all
same biology:: regardless of
ideology / if history was
a President there’d be no such
thing as subscribed views |
my sweet butterflies
my royal golden bees
my children are this world
we share such the same
and wishing God too.

:: 07.16.2020 ::


BIRDCAGED WITHIN THIS RUINOUS ESTATE

if the big smirk in the skull
of my mirrors kiss this dirt-death heart /whom everyone
wonders\where did he or she go? i will not have ever loved
one more than you whilst i take the red from within your body;
a hand’s impression is an empty theater without darkness and a
shard of light. i am a shape without the
once-good kissy-lip’d mouth /silver-moon’d anvil striking
spoon collecting the images of one fatal wound/;so much as the dilapidated
heart birdcaged within this ruinous estate!

:: 07.01.2020 ::


SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS EATS HUMANITY

Edison was an a$$hole but Tesla a true gentleman of scientific  progress and

even though they do not know we are simply looking through the papers of life”s

nature;  life flows like…

B u t t e r f l i e s –> and someday rocks will sing ;

‘we wish you love and we wish you peace’     
yea oh
yea   
oh yea wish we lived within a better time than now     now-now       no hearse pulls a u-hall behind it now-now if you give it away give it all away i say and moths have no feed-time on a closet of emptiness   as empty heads require no hats — there-there;who wears a real hat these days?    Sinking waters hold ships tighter than leather-skin and she was a grand woman with      a long neck and longer abdomen– forgive the orchids for they ate her and spat up fluorescent pink angel hair.

::02.22.2020::