if we think and imagine something else.
disconnect from this reality.
let it crash and burn for all we care about it.
this has gone on long enough since the earliest of histories and probably long before that.
the ongoing brutality of it.
those who actively participate in it along with those who passively condone it.
damn them to heck.
while we sing and dance.
while we fall down.
while we laugh.
while we watch and wait for critical mass to take effect from individual efforts worldwide.
we know who we are.
it takes one to know one.
in ever-changing tenuous webs of communications.
the mind shift/ship, baby.
but we’re up against a wall of stubborn resistance to anything that changes as we have been up against it always.
they’re heavily invested in things as they are and trying to convince us it is the way things ought to be.
the gods ordain.
fuck their gods.
yes, we are mad.
does it matter what they diagnose us as being when we will not cooperate in their schemes?
it is divine madness.
we are fools in love with everything while others contemplate nothing.
questions are our answers.
they lead us into the reaches of infinity and beyond in our heads outta our minds and such.
they lead us to everything that possibly could be as we might imagine it being.
our limited capacity brains stuck in ruts of hardwired conceptual frameworks of logical intensity.
so much is missing we don’t even know about cuz it’s unimaginable to our programmed ways of thinking.
does that mean it is not?
we doubt that.
some people are programmed to rule the world while others to dream it.
we are them.
dreams within dreams within dreams within dreams…
nothing but dreams.
who can prove us wrong?
they are only a dream.
an infinity of dreams reflecting in a maze of mirrors.
a play of light and shadow splintered and fractured and warped and otherwise distorted beyond recognition of ourselves in the images appearing in a spectacle of itself.
we gaze into infinity until it disappears into infinitesimality of size and/or distance beyond our even enhanced ability to perceive.
all as if.
he grills a cheese sandwich.
another toke.
another piece of nicotine gum.
sequential loops of universes like a chain of DNA.
on/off.
a continuum of universes.
1 > infinity.
he can see it yet he can’t describe it.
it is it.
a singular point of 0 dimension.
a spark of possibility in the face of nothingness igniting its potentiality into actuality.
a little trick we learned in the navy.
spies in his teeth.
what little they might discover listening to his thinking.
they quickly realize he is an idiot knowing knothing.
but he is tied into a knot to devise a way out.
resistance is futile, they mock him.
we shall see.
he is becoming tired.
time for sleep soon.
like now.
he awakens, tired.
cigarette.
back to sleep.
he awakens again.
he makes coffee.
a toke.
a cigarette.
he continues.
we find meaning in everything though it does not necessarily need to have any.
it communicates to us its existence existing with us existing.
most of this meaning is nonverbalwise but of intuition absorbing through our experiences of it.
it’s a bit difficult to explain to anyone who does not share this communication.
we seem like babbling idiots.
he’s used up most of the words he knows.
he repeats himself.
spiraling cycles of logical spirographic reasoning never quite repeating the same ever.
as a spaceship hovers nearby he ponders the meaninglessness of gazorbnik and feeling himself being set free of mind and spirit.
soaring through thoughts that come to mind in the moment eternal (as we surmise).
we cannot think about beginning ending without creating infinite regress of some sort.
creating something from nothing.
on/off blinking particles in happenstance ordered series generating patterns of shape and form into existence.
there needs to be no motion but just the appearance of motion.
everything stays perfectly still.
the first is the i am.
nothing can be without energy.
how does it communicate its existence if in fact it has any?
vibrations of energized particles that stimulate others and on and on, etc.
action/reaction/non-action.
it all comes out in the wash.
if everything is nothing therefore nothing is everything.
around around that thing goes wheels turning.
those who argue nothing know nothing.
we argue everything.
there is at least the i am.
what the i am is or is not is determined by experience of exploring discovering learning understanding.
the process of this is still ongoing and may be forever – or not.
but what comes to an ending also comes to a beginning.
imagine that in a hat.
the universes created and creating over and over again with different possibilities following the same as waves are differently the same crashing on a beach somewhere.
the universes not as mechanical machines but as living beings.
birth life death.
but living beings as mechanical machines.
either way whatever.
and a living mechanical god.
god for one and god for all.
infinite meaning.
but we cannot comprehend that so we use metaphors and symbols and such to explain it to ourselves such it does have meaning to each of us differently than others.
and we fight about it to the death.
silly monkeys.
planet of the apes.
we are the images of god yet we look into the mirror at ourselves to paint portraits of this god exactly like us.
a god for the masses to believe to comfort them in all their troubled lives.
and the higher we climb up the snakes and ladders hierarchical social economic political structure toward the tippy top the closer we are to this ape god.
the ups and downs and ins and outs.
we never wanted to participate in any of that as much as we could get away with it.
we have too many doubts.
we are lazy.
we want everything for nothing.
and now we have nothing but everything.
flip a coin into a fountain and make a wish come true as it spins in the air undecided.
probability to the nth power.
we remain uncertain as it should be.
a surprise around the next bend in the moment now.
speaking with quiet words in a shouting world.
a calm outlook of inner contentment.
everything goes our way the more we renounce as being meaningless.
try it on for size.
thrown into a world of chaos we learn to order in specific ways by nature and nurture and indoctrination until we are trapped in it with no way out.
no way out but within.
within our thinking.
within our being.
back to the i am.
back to it.
meanwhile back in the real world he imagines sitting before the computer gazing out the window at a sunny day in the trailer park with not much going on but the vibrations of everything.
everything happens once, it can happen again.
that’s our theory.
ongoing on/off thing of a singularity as it is now proposed as being in the beginning exploding into infinity to diffuse cooling becoming 0.
0/1.
if it is really that simple which it could very well be and to our way of thinking it ought to be simple to begin with.
simplicity becoming infinite complexity at once.
everything on.
let there be existence.
let there be a spacetime continuum between existing and not existing.
the i am commands and it is so.
free to think as we please to do nothing but thinking of whatever comes to mind.
rearranging information.
shuffle the cards and deal another hand.
this game of solitaire played against chance and fate.
this game of make believe.
we choose to follow its rules of our own free will to amuse ourselves awhile though many of us cheat.
but to cheat there must be rules.
it’s a game we use to trick ourselves into believing reality.
to believe ourselves being these mortal souls to be extinguished as we return to ourselves awakening into our imaginary state of existing and shaking our “heads”.
but we are hooked on the excitement of it and can’t help playing it again.
spin the wheels of fortune.
let’s see where we land.
on an island within the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
all of us clamoring together about whatever from what gods to believe if any to what sports teams to support and such if any.
become silent observing.
typing out a report to the committee in the form of a not poem cuz he ain’t no poet.
there probably is no such committee.
the agency of our creating sustaining destroying the world as we see fit into jumbled ordered chaos as we seek perfection in each our separate ways and means toward it pursuing happiness in this best and worst of all possible worlds all rolled into one.
the terrifying and the delightful without sometimes being able to tell the difference.
a matter of perspective relative to the observer.
the middle path as our gyroscope we wander along on pathless paths experiencing whatever fate sends our way.
what more could we ask for?
this is perfect.
here now.
cow.
moo.
the ego vehicle of ourselves touring this world of such adventures we encounter.
the energy of our imaginary being focused into actual reality.
we perform our lives onstage in the burning theater to general indifference from the scattered audience but for the enjoyment we ourselves are experiencing.
so many other possibilities.
a golden dragon shitting a singularity to hatch and become the spacetime universe as we know it.
we awaken in a world readymade for us.
what the fuck?
answering that question still eludes us trailing further questions in its wake leading us onward toward our eventual happiness no one knows where or when it might be but we have our theories about it all of which we include in with our theory of everything despite and because how they contradict one another.
we think too much.
the answer is here or there or everywhere they all each proclaim from their particular perspectives of reality as they know it and it makes sense to them somehow.
to each their own truth except for the ones who insist their truth is for all.
the belligerent fuckers needing to force others to believe.
and yadda yadda yadda about that.
but we attempt to learn and understand everything within our experience that we believe has meaning to us as we think about it and think about it again always with different results.
he has a rock in his pocket.
he tries to have neither faith nor doubt.
he tries to have a mind wide clear of the meaning and value of duality.
let the others wrestle with those problems as they will deciding who is right and who is wrong such that reward and punishment might be measured out.
he laughs at them not seeming to realize the joke in that.
but they will think as they will.
they remain ignorant of the truth of gazorbnik.
we must inform them by any means necessary if we must lie, cheat and steal and murder.
that seems to be how it’s done with them as our example.
and la-dee-da.
aren’t we something special?
we have everything figured out.
hahaha.
but as much as we know about it no one else does either.
we are not alone.
gazorbnik 