"God Pouring God Into God"

 

 

 

Perhaps science’s most profound triumph is the realization in physics that the same electrons and protons that create the material world ‘out there’ are the exact same electrons and protons that create the sense organs ‘in here’ that observes, measures, assimilates and stores into memory what's ‘out there’.

                                                    

In fact, each electron in the universe is so like every other electron that it’s as if they are all tied together acting as one electron; similar to what one writer called the “absolute perfection of dimension” of all like nuclear entities.

 

The problem is that science has not come to terms with the Copernican transformation that lies between these two self-referential, magical gardens. This is the unsung secret of the quantum of action. It is the limiting factor that helps to create perception; it is the ultimate finite entity and its secret has little to do with what it is, but mostly what it is not! Because our substantive universe is not finite.

 

It’s uncertainty is because of its incompleteness. It says that there is much more ‘out there’ than what meets the eye ‘in here’. It cries for the results of relativity to fill in the perceptual gap it brings about. This can be done with inertial mass, the weight of the world as it acts upon us; the long lost secret explaining the mystery of our sixth sensation of weight.

 

Actuality (true four-dimensionality) is growing before our eyes can see it. The reality we see is not actual, but virtual; an effect of the timely process of transduction, the transformation of energy from one form to another. Or, closer to the point, from one reality to another (i.e., wave-like to particle-like).

 

So the major clew that unlocks everything is that tiny suspicion that your sensation of weight is precisely what it has always seemed to be. That for every step you take as you walk across the room or across the ground is a step up; the earth ‘and all you behold’ is growing up around your static picture of it. It’s that hidden fourth dimension that gets us through Zeno’s door. Acceleration, and its resistance; always pushing and pushing back; always changing into non-change, transforming and finally becoming invisible to itself, and to us, which is it; which is why we forget, and finally, forget we forgot just

 

 Who we are, How we got here, Why we came here,

 And how to return “to Sanity...However furtively”

 

An immeasurable measure of our godliness is that which remains in our

Imagination

When envisioning such phenomena.

 

Perhaps the most important theme of this work is that much of science, philosophy and religion, is ultimately self referential. And no matter how helpful or pragmatic they have become, at the present setting, they are ultimately rather shallow in meaning. For once you’ve sifted through the disinformation spewed out by the static quo (“official culture”) and agonized over all the prejudices of religious and scientific dogma – the “two sides of a counterfeit coin”; and  once you’ve traveled the high roads of philosophy and the physics of hard, objective, ‘out there’ reality, you finally realize (if all goes well) that what really matters is the psychological aspect: you realize your own world view is just an artifact; a ‘primitive and childlike’ metaphor or group of metaphors for some constantly changing, relentless – if not downright ruthless – self devouring entity. Then, finally, you begin to realize just what or – gasp! – who in fact, this entity might really be.

 

Think about it: a skin-bag of electrons and protons studying the properties of electrons and protons using physical machines made of electrons and protons moving around in a rarified medium of electrons and protons; all to ‘prove’ something to other skin bags of electrons and protons. This sort of feed-back loop, called ‘self-reference’, can present a host of potential problems for everyone concerned, be they experimenter, interpreter, writer or reader; because “… we cannot escape the fact that the world we know is constructed in order (and thus in such a way as to be able) to see itself. This is indeed amazing. Not so much in view of what is sees, although this may appear fantastic enough, but in respect of the fact that it can see at all.”1 (G. Spencer-Brown, LOF, pp 105)

 

Those negative and positive electrical motivators we call electrons and protons are what every thing in our universe has in common, because every thing that is seen and every thing that sees is made of those two, and only two, fundamental entities. That’s your basic physical and paradoxical dualism; every ‘thing’ is self-referential: a question which contains its own answer for it refers to its self. More than being ‘self-aware’, our universe is self-referential: The seer and the seen are One and the same. So is that which recreates itself in its own image. “That Art Thou” because I Is It !!!!!

 

 

In the conclusion to Spencer-Brown’s calculus of indication (see above), self-reference is the rule, not the exception:

 

We see now that the first distinction, the mark (of distinction), and the observer are not only interchangeable, but in the form, identical. (p. 76)

 

Thus the world, when ever it appears as a physical universe, must always seem to us, its representatives, to be playing a kind of hide-and-seek with itself. What is revealed will be concealed, but what is concealed will again be revealed... 

 

At a certain stage in the argument, we somehow cleverly obscured this knowledge [the two mutually permissive and agreeable axioms beginning the calculus] from ourselves, in order that we might then navigate ourselves through a journey of rediscovery, consisting in a series of justifications and proofs with the purpose of again rendering, to ourselves, irrefutable evidence of what we already knew. (ibid, p. 106)

 

We are God pouring God into God. We are one and the same, [even though] we can pretend that we are not... It’s crazy* (Randolph Thompson Dible II, link)

 

*I was taken by those words. J D Salinger put them into a short story about Teddy (also the name of the story), an ‘old lama’ reincarnated into a small boy who’s on a ship. When asked when he realized ‘how it was’, he said: “I was in the kitchen and I was watching my little sister in her high chair drink milk. I suddenly saw, that it was sort of like God pouring God into God, if you know what I mean”. From The Only Dance There Is, by Ram Dass (1973)

 

 

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