very interesting the quiet hum of noise in his head the clown typing not p0em with reasonable doubt of his fanciful faith balancing both together on a fulcrum of his mind’s eye of a needle in a haystack chance he may not be insane after all. but $$$ making the world go around around like ripples from a stone skipping across the surface of a pond in a garden of overflowing fulfillment. everything exists so long as it keeps moving like the whole of the universe moves ever outward in all directions and dimensions the scientist priests tell us now as the mystic masters had before them.
when is it ever not now? everything possible and impossible all at once and for all, beginning to end, and on beyond zebra. why is this even a question? becuz we’re all simpletons? that’s the easy answer, but nonetheless true enough.
but this is a simpleton’s theory of everything. what do we know? what we don’t know we imagine. but imagining means nothing when presented with the FACTS of reality. a reality that proves to be our delusions about it. but why? why should we perceive falsely? is it a trick? a trick of the gods? a trick of the adversary? a trick of ourselves?
we are born stupid. some of us wise up and suspect everything of not being exactly what it appears to be. is this the trial we go through toward enlightenment? is enlightenment ever really reached? how can it be reached if it is infinite? how can we ever be done, finished. it would be the finish of ourselves with nothing more to wonder, or something like that.
a little more to the left, now down, now up, now to the right.
the same questions with the same answers. what the fuck does the clown know about anything important or of any interest to anyone? he knows enough to have gained understanding such how it is that it is, and on and on.
we sing and dance.
we fall down.
all in a garden of earthly delights.
come on, it’s such a joy.
sometimes we just wanna puke all over everything.
some semblance of order. attention. get over it and get with it. they’re still watching him again. what do they expect to see? some dirty crime? they watch inside his head to observe what he is thinking for thoughtcrimes of which there are plenty as he awaits his baby’s return bringing him a cheeseburger and a vanilla shake.
some secret experiments in the kitchen to the tune of a pornographic lullaby sung out of key like the clown expects it to be.
he wonders what’s up. he wonders what’s down. he wonders what’s sideways.
is everybody happy?
many believe that nothing precedes everything. does it? how? why? becuz? we wonder how everything comes from nothing which we still have yet to answer. an egg laid by a purple silver dragon.
everything perhaps continuing from forever in the past, which does not exist here now anymore. funny how that happens.
all that exists exists here now as we observe it existing. these thoughts tickle the clown’s simple brain. does nothing exist? has it ever existed? can nothing and everything coexist?
if nothing is off – 0, and everything is on – 1, then it could be that nothing and everything exist together as complimentary opposites, like yin yang.
the clown has always thought since taking lithography classes at community college of everything as infinitesimal spherical halftone dots too small to be perceived but adding up into all we do perceive. these would be the so-called particles.
the clown believes everything in the universe is traveling at the velocity of light which would make it a singularity.
particles flash on/off (0/1 – yin/yang) making the appearance of motion while they remain motionless. what we see is what we get.
this is simple enough that an idiot can understand it – though not necessarily. an idiot who has read a number of books and gone to a number of university courses until the $$$ runs out and the idiot must stop, but never stop thinking. it may take the idiot a lifetime to sort everything out.
freak out, baby. everything you know is wrong.
part 6 –
now that we’ve been through all that, the clown places a potato in the oven for his baby. he goes back to his studio and eats oreos.
his studio is a mess of stuff. aren’t most studios? if it’s not a mess probably cuz nothing’s happening. whatever.
we do not seek nothing as some others seem to believe. we find nothing amongst everything else. but it is not the total of everything except under certain perspective conditions of mind. even then it is no more than a puff of smoke easily blown away. the clown has a toke and cigarette. smoke it if ya got it.
is nothing necessarily dark? we don’t imagine why it should be. it would have to be an absence of darkness as well as absence of light. imagine that. it is nothing, no-thing. not anything whatsoever. even absence is absent.
and all such foolishness.
but the clown doesn’t think these types of things to necessarily solve or prove anything or whatever other reason there might be. he thinks them cuz they’re fun and challenging to think about, stretching the mind as far as it goes, which for him may not be that far. oh well. prey for him.
is nothing unstable, as one of the wise guys had stated once? in one way the clown thinks yes, another way he thinks no, but the correct answer could be maybe. but why does any answer have to be correct? is that some sorta rule or something? it probably is logically, but with reasonable doubt for sure.
is maybe a valid answer, conclusion? let the arguments commence. blah blah blah, therefore, blah blah blah.
somebody wins, the rest are all losers. what a fun game to play. only it’s not a game, it’s life. fuck it.
he yawns. there may be a nap coming up. or not. he goes to check on the potato. and he thinks, everything could be a potato’s dream. wouldn’t that be a trip? imagine what some people would think if that was revealed to the public, which it probably wouldn’t be. our masters have their need for secrets none of us are supposed to even know that they are even secret, or even suspect they might be. what secret?
the secret of the monkey’s paw.
then suddenly the clown is whisked away to some undisclosed location in his mind to await further orders, if there are to be any.