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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 ::


unBECOMING

i am un
(becoming) —not the
lady in pearls who
swallowed her mirror
whole,
but the grassblade
pushing through sidewalk
cracks,
anonymous,
unadorned,
a nobody! who are you?
are you nobody too?

then there’s a pair of us—
don’t tell!

they’d banish us, you know:
the somebodies, croaking
names in the bog of
june, public as frogs,
droning their i ams
till the air
thickens with self.

O to unbecome!
—to shed this husk
of shoulds and musts,
the corset of custom
laced tight by eyes
that never saw
the atom in me
as good as the atom
in you—
walt, you contain
enough, why don’t
you let it out then?
speech is the twin
of vision, unequal
to measure itself,
but i, i celebrate
not the self that’s built,
but the self that’s
unraveling,
thread by thread,
a kosmos of unravelings.

i cannot see my soul but know ’tis there
(a narrow fellow in the grass
occasionally rides—)
the body grows without—
afraid to own a body,
i put it from me—
like a woolen mitten
in summer, or the
wife who lays her
plaything unmentioned
in the corner of a drawer.

success is counted sweetest
by those who ne’er succeed—
so unbecoming is the sweetest
by those who ne’er were some
body at all.

you shall above all things
be glad and young
for if you’re young,
whatever life you wear
it will become you;
and if you are glad
whatever’s living
will yourself become.

but i? i am the dangerous
looseness of doom,
finding it unbecoming—
we can never be born
enough, you and i,
human beings for whom
birth is the mystery
of growing: which happens
only when we are faithful
to our unselves.

O the past and present wilt—
i have fill’d them,
emptied them,
and now i unbecome
the bard of personality,
pressing the pulse
of the life that has seldom
exhibited itself—
the great unbecoming
of man in himself.
i pass death with the dying
and birth with the new-wash’d babe,
not contain’d between
hat and boots,
but spilling out,
a transparent eyeball
seeing all,
nothing.

i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my unbecoming)
for whatever we lose
(like a you or a me)
it’s always our self we find
in the sea—
the blond absence of any program
except last and always
and first to live
makes unimportant
what i and you believe.
love’s to giving as to keeping’s give;
as yes is to if,
unbecoming is to yes.

O i am large, i contain
multitudes—of nobodies,
of unravelings,
of grassblades and frogs
and the dangerous looseness
we wear like doom,
becoming.
un
(becoming) the endless
song of my
self—
un
done.

:: 01.22.2026 ::


PRAYER

WHAT faith
I have seen
from the young
to the elder
display a greatness
— in some
Empty have I been
myself
for many a year
— then some

My message
to the One:
I forgive myself
— please come
the lonely thing
within is weak
— it withers
without your Light
Such blessings I pray
— visit me
this day and stay forever
Amen…

:: 01-25-2014 ::