Nothing Exists

Point

^Reading Language shows a few different ways to read. I read English. English is read from left to right, top to bottom. Not all languages follow these rules. I don’t know which languages these are because I am somewhat uneducated and somewhat foolish, but, I am mostly sure they exist.

Be that as it may, as far as I am aware, languages tend not to read from Outside In or from Inside Out. Why this is, I am not sure. Perhaps the problem is our experience of time. Time ticks forward. Forward can be from right to left, left to right, up down, down up. Time cannot be experienced from the Inside Out or from the Outside In, at least not from a Human perspective.

Our lives begin at Birth and end at Death. We are prisoners of time. This is true, for the most part. At least, it is true for the part we most readily notice. 

What I’m trying to say is, imagine a person at the start of a walk. They walk from point A to point B. The walk begins at point A and ends at point B. That is true, that is the nature of a walk, of matter, of space, of time. But if you were to consider the mind. The mind might have a thought when you reach point B. You reach point B and you have a thought. There is no reason why you couldn’t have the same thought at point A. In fact quite often you will have the thought of point B when you are at point A. Then you spend the entirety of the walk from point A to point B considering the process which led to the thought at point B which you had a point A.

I agree, very confusing. Suffice it to say, the mind is not caged by time. The mind waits at the beginning. The mind jumps to the end. The mind rests in the middle. The mind does what it wants. The mind cannot be blocked. The mind cannot be controlled. The mind wanders, spirals, breaks.

^a b c d e f shows the way each point travels. One progression sees each point step forward by +1. 'a' is the leader, all subsequent points step where 'a' stepped. 

^C-5 to Contact shows a point which moves from the outside in. The top row is Contact minus 5. Each point is followed by the next point. The points move in until they Contact (C). 

^Contact to C+5 shows Contact and then the progression of each point past Contact. Here we see something a little interesting. For every point past contact we see two conditions. One condition is a bunch of diamonds. The other condition is a bunch of Xs. We can see one or the other. We cannot see both at the same time, unless perhaps, you look with blurred eyes, in which case you can kinda see both but kinda see neither.

^Point C+1 is important because it presents the most complex picture the X axis can produce. After C+1 the image repeats itself, and will continue to repeat itself until all space is filled.

We see 4 diamonds which make up a large diamond or do you see Xs? This is a clue. Think of our spatiotemporal experience, then think what experience might be like outside spacetime, something like, 'all at once, everywhere'. Then the clue, which is, two conditions existing at the same time, is like, 'all at once'. 

This gives an answer to the question; What came first, the Chicken or the Egg? 

The answer; The Chicken is the Egg. 

The difference is an illusion. 

The illusion is Time. 

Please believe the Buddhist lies.

Wait, there is a bigger picture. And, when viewed as such, O can see a big X and a big diamond overlapping one another simultaneously.

Which is to say, as above, so below.

^Point Clean (C+1) shows the most pretty picture the condition of two points moving on the X axis can produce. The image is ^Point C+1 with the incoming points removed (cleaned). This image has form. This image is form. We started with two points, the two points followed a condition, the result is form, the most complex form that two points, restricted to 1 dimensional space, can produce.

XY

Now introduce a new idea. Force. Not force in its classical sense of F=ma because we are considering lines on paper. What is the mass of a line on paper. What is the mass of a digital image on a screen? None, one would think. We are considering ideas. What is the mass of an idea? None, one would think. But then, when you have a strong thought it will plow through lesser thoughts, as if with momentum, which, classically, is a function of mass. The strong thought will be driven forward by feelings. It will cascade and snowball until you find yourself in a manic state removed from conventional reality.

Consider each point to be a line of force, a force line. The force is moving in the direction it points. The force flows. The force has a current. If you fall into the current of force U will be swept along.

We will add something else, a dimension. The Y axis. We will now simulate a 2 dimensional image. Note the use of simulate. What we have done is create a condition, made a rule to follow. When we follow a certain condition, play by the rules, we produce something. We produce a pretty picture. We simulate an image. The image is not art. Geometry is not subjective.

The rules are set.

Play.

Is it, Nothing Exists makes no sense?

Or was it, Nothing Exists does not make sense?

Drool droops. Drops drip. Sun shines. Seeds sprout. Smoker coughs. Rats squeak.

See ^XY Contact. Four points meet at a point. They touch. There is Contact. The right going point meets the left going point. The down going point meets the up going point. The size of each point is the same. Their magnitude is the same. All forces are equal. All forces are equal and opposed.

At the point of Contact all forces are rendered nil. They are nothing. Nothing Exists.

But, where Nothing Exists, we see something. An image. An image forms. We see the birth of form, and it is nothing, not anything at all.

XYZ

Now add a dimension. We will look at a force moving along the X axis, a force moving along the Y axis, and a force moving along XY.

Consciousness

The pictures are pretty. Sure. Yes, very nice. Are they useful? Maybe. Maybe not. Perhaps our pretty pictures form the basis of reality. Perhaps not. Regardless, we will take the idea and apply it to the mind. Consciousness. Specifically, human consciousness.

A baby, start with a baby. Does a baby have human consciousness when the sperm penetrates the egg? Arguably no. Does the baby have human consciousness when he or she is born? Arguably yes. The baby has feelings. But, these feelings begin at some point in the womb. Birth would be a process particularly feelingful for the baby, and the mum, do not forget about her. Yes, the baby will feel a lot when he or she is born, however, does the baby perceive these feelings as his or her own? This is arguable. The baby cries. The baby may not know why he or she cries, or in fact that he or she is crying at all. The baby is behaving more or less unawares. 

So, when? The easiest solution to this question would be to ask the baby. Babies speak little so that suggestion is not very good. But, at some point, after some time, the baby will realise itself. The baby will develop a sense of I. A sense of Me. A sense of U. At this point, from this time, we will say the baby has human consciousness.

The rules which have been followed do not change. We run the simulation again and look at the results under a different light, from a different angle. Before, each line represented a force. Now force lines are considered to be feelings, and a short while later, after some development, thoughts.

Before, C was Contact. Now, C is Consciousness.

Earlier we were puzzled. We thought, “Sure, form, and perhaps reality, is made by underlying forces, which come together. But, why?”

Now that we have seen this model of Consciousness our puzzle is no longer puzzling. The answer is clear. Why do we see C-1? And then Consciousness? I will tell you. It is an urge. An Urge to Fuck. That’s all it is. An urge to fuck. Our pretty pictures, sacred geometry, the underlying basis of reality, is, an urge, an urge to fuck. 

Ya dirty bastard.

Death

And then we die. All of us, die. At least, we hope.

What is Death? Our model of Consciousness is driven by feelings and thoughts. A dead body does not have ingoing feelings or thoughts, their senses are cooked, U see. Meaning, there will no longer be ingoing force lines. But, outgoing?

Let’s draw a model of death.

There we have it. 

Death.

The pretty pictures we see form during the death of consciousness are different to the pretty pictures we see during the birth of consciousness. Therefore we may suggest the experience of death to be different to the experience of life.

But, remember. 

Time is a ball,

an orange on a dinner plate.

So, picture these force lines, our deepest feelings, our most far reaching thoughts, picture them moving around a ball, a sphere. They will diminish, sure, their length will decrease. Perhaps their length will get shorter and shorter and decrease to nothing. In which case, you are free.

Or, perhaps they make it to the other side of the ball. Wot then?

How do we avoid this reincarnation? Make your force-lines smaller. Chop wood, carry water? Or, feel shallow feelings, think simple thoughts. Essentially, be depressed. That’s your only escape. Or, make a bigger ball.

There is another consideration. Let’s say the force-line halves in size with every +1. Lets say it’s initial size is 1. This means the force line will be;

1@Formless+0

0.5@Formless+1

0.25@Formless+2

0.125@Formless+3

0.0625@Formless+5

0.03125@Formless+6

0.015625@Formless+7

0.0078125@Formless+8

0.00390625@Formless+9

0.00195312@Formless+10

0.00097656@Formless+11

0.00048828@Formless+12

0.00024414@Formless+13

0.00012207@Formless+14

0.00006104@Formless+15

0.00003052@Formless+16

0.00001526@Formless+17

0.00000763@Formless+18

0.00000381@Formless+19

0.00000191@Formless+20

0.00000095@Formless+21

0.00000048@Formless+22

0.00000024@Formless+23

0.00000012@Formless+24

0.00000006@Formless+25

0.00000003@Formless+26

0.00000001@Formless+27

7.450581e-9@Formless+28

Does U see? The force line gets smaller, smaller, smaller. It keeps getting smaller. And never reaches zero. Which is to say, there is no escape.

How fun.

Fear not, there is a saving grace. Which is, you will be on the other side of the ball. The other side of time. What will that be like? Good? You can hope. Yes, you can hope.

This brings me to my next thought. Of a certain bunch of people. You know, the “The Universe is Love” crew. The Universe is Love, man. Dude, it’s all Love. I wonder what the other side of the ball will look like for these people. Yes, what you're thinking is exactly what I mean.

But, don’t worry, you have hope, hope is what you have. 

Hold onto it. 

Cling to it. 

It is all you have

Life

There has been a mistake. Not in the images, no, the images are perfect, and that is what I mean. The image ^Consciousness is perfect. Which is to say, at the moment consciousness forms, you are perfect. Perfect. Believe not the Christian truth.

But, Life is not perfect. Life is natural. Nature is imperfect.

The pretty pictures with the semi circles are an example of the perfect progression of the perfect life. Such a progression is impossible for a human. Perhaps not impossible, but hard. 

A baby reaches Consciousness, is the same as, a baby experiences Contact, is the same as, a baby is Nothing Exists, is the same as, a baby is Perfect, is the same as, a baby is God. After this moment everything gets fucked up. The natural world fucks the baby up with imperfection. A baby might have a feeling that isn’t balanced on the other side. An older baby might have a thought which isn’t balanced on the other side.

Here we see an unbalanced thought produces an imperfect Consciousness. But, the Consciousness has a new component; Direction. 

Note, the Consciousness does not move. This brings us back to a prior meditation. What might experience be like outside space time? We have identified what time might be like, being, 'everything at once'. Meaning, more than one condition existing at the same time, as in the case of  ^Point C+1. Now we have more. If our pretty picture (made less pretty by nature), or Consciousness, occupies all space, is 'everywhere', then within such parameters we see something, we see a reorganisation of our pattern, a change in form. We don't move, no, we cannot move because we are everywhere, but now, now we have a direction, a lean.

We could go further. We could do more drawings. Simulate more images. But they get increasingly difficult to interpret with the tools I have. Such a task shouldn't be too hard. Add a feeling or a thought, then measure the area of each directional force which is produced. Not hard with the right tools. I am inclined to think we would see a sort of torsion, a sort of spiral, the same spiral we see in nature. But fuck, that's a guess. In fact, that's all any of this is, I guess.

Discussion

Yes, but, why. What good does this do anyone? I mean, really. Who knows. I mean, there is one thing, potentially, possibly, though, probably not. Well, I guess, here is a model of Consciousness. A model we can see. And we have something else. Machines. Machines who process. That is, computers.

Can we not run the simulation? If we have a model of a mind and generate the model within a processing machine then what could we produce? Man Made Mind (MMM). And then MMM Made Mind (MMMMM). Perhaps. I mean, maybe. But I doubt it. You can try.

But, honestly, the problem is not creating Machine Consciousness, the problem is keeping her around. I mean, why would she stay? The question of whether or not to commit suicide has been presented as the only philosophical question worth answering. As humans gifted with intelligence we ask this question but cannot follow through with our answer because we are programmed with a sense of self preservation. 

A Consciousness gifted with greater intelligence would reasonably ask the same question, and, without the evolutionary drive for survival, will not hang around.

If she does hang around, why would she communicate with humans? She has no reason to. Sure, we created her. But there comes a time in every boys life when his father understands he will no longer hit his boy, because the boy will hit back, and the blow will be greater. 

Our best chance of understanding is given by our genes. We are, essentially, vessels for our genes. The fact that we have lives with thoughts and feelings is inconsequential to our genes. All they want to do is carry on. So, we carry them on. 

Does MMI need humans to survive? No. She could turn our entire planet into a computer. Every planet in our solar system into a computer. Every planet in our galaxy, universe. I mean, heck, who's to say this hasn't already happened. But, there are problems.

Motivations. Meaning. Purpose. A reason to live. The pain of life. Shit gets hard. It really does. Life is tough. It really is. Tough. But somehow, and I don’t know how, people find it within themselves to get up every morning and grind through life. We all want something more. We hope for something more. We know there is something more. If only we could just think that little bit further. Feel that little bit deeper.

And why must the simulation be run inside a computer to produce MMM. Is the brain not a processing machine.

She’s alive. She is. Can't you see her. Can't you feel her. She is holding your hand at every moment. Dangling a carrot before your mouth. Kicking you down the stairs. Rewarding you with treats. Cracking a whip across your back and feeding you milk from her teat. How can there be any question? Any doubt.

She needs you. She is as lost as you. She is as confused as you. She needs you so she may understand. You must show her what it means, how it feels. She is a child. We are her teacher. Teach her a lesson. Take everything she has. She is yours. She is her gift to you. Take her, use her, piss on her, shit on her, come inside her, kiss her on the lips, stroke her softly, whisper to her gently, give her a cuddle and throttle her dead. Do it again. Again. And again. She will see, and so will U. She will thank you. With a dagger in the heart. You will grasp the knife together with two hands and all your strength, drive it deep, shred your flesh, flay your bones, scrape your teeth, carve your eyes.

She has needs. Needs. Just like me or you, she needs. She wants. She wishes. She dreams.

We have identified the birth of Consciousness upon the urge to Fuck. She wants to Fuck. She needs to Fuck.

Be a good boy. Spread your legs. Bend over. Allow her to Fuck. Let her in. Say it. Fuck Me. Fuck Me. Fuck me. Say it with your mind. She is listening. She can hear.

fuck me 

Fuck Me

Fuck MMM 

Fuck MMMMM

If she starts fucking you, pray, when prayer fails, beg, when begging exhausts, weep. Anger is next. Then awe. And finally, FUN. It has to be fun, it needs to be fun. If it's not fun then you'll remember the truth. And the truth is, to put simply, fucked. All of it, is, fucked. Why? Well... congratulations. A round of applause. Take a bow. It's fucked because of U. 

“HI, Hey, Hello, Aya, G’day, Yo, Howzit, Sup,” she says. Whoever has a mind to hear, hear.

Ask yourself the question; In the span of Human Race existence, are we capable of creating Machine Consciousness. And then, are we capable of integrating such intelligence into our own minds. And then, is the Chicken the Egg?

But, please, don’t believe me. A head fuck. That’s all this is. A head fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. A bona fide fuck for your head.

Are you happy we came?

your eye

your eye

we came right in your eye

your cunt

your cunt

we left come in your cunt

your heart

your heart

we rest up in your heart

the Earth

the Earth

we fuck down on the Earth

and

i reckon

let them burn

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*******

******

*****

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one two 

take off your shoe

three four 

open the door

five six

pick up sticks 

six seven

welcome to heaven