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29.

water.

The Flow/Time of Time/Flow

To what does deprivation lead if not appreciation?

This year, we leap forward!

Well, I guess we could die instead, but that sounds so much less fun than living.

Truly hope you agree.
Do it.
Be hopeful.

For now, consider this collection of letters to be a (kind of) placeholder. It’ll be fleshed out later unless we’re dead. But then again, how would you eve{r/n} know?

Sigh. We’re running out of time.

Time always runs out.

Mmm, water. What’s worse at quenching an unyielding thirst? What’s better at regulating your energetic body temperature? What’s less dampening? What’s more refreshing?

Questions. Answers. Words. God. How potentially prophetic, how poetically emphatic, how flexibly right, how usefully wrong, how wondrously fun/key!

How liquid magic came to wet our shared rock has mystified scientists since eggheads became a thing and started acting all scientific by doing science. A prevailing theory is that our entire oceanic volume was deposited via riding the coattails of comets/asteroids. Uh, really? We got approximately 326,000,000,000,000,000,000 gallons of water thanks to a massive flurry of impossibly well-aimed, fortuitous interstellar relocation? I don’t buy it.

(Neither do I.)

Too, neither should you.

Know what makes more sense? Earth manufactured Her own water, only not in the form that flows.

Special.

Stay with us here.

How’d Mama E ensnare the faithful satellite with which she’s been fighting/dancing/screwing for a cool four billion years or so? Why, a collision, of course! How else? Two celestial bodies met powerfully in a glancing, grinding blow, knocking the Ice Queen now known as Earth {up} into the green band of color, thawing Her frozen oceans, and effectively precipitating the creation of the moon and Mars.

Infinitely physical.

Apparent recipe for a beautifully miraculous disaster: knock an icy blue planet into the Goldilocks Zone, give it an anchor, and then hold on for dear life.

TNT

(And don’t forget the carbon!)

In other words, One Thing bumped into Thing Two, resulting in the (re)formations of Mars, Earth and Her precious moon.

Occasionally, you see, matter must recombine in order to evolve.

An atomic ladder (of anatomy), if you will.

See what your brain did there?

Oh, hey, speaking of harmonious partnerships, the yin-yang symbol represents balance in the universe between the ever-battling sexes.

Balanced.

The dark side of the symbol (yin) is considered feminine, passive, negative, and covert in nature.

The light half (yang) is considered masculine, active, positive, and overt in nature.

Those points line up with my own understanding of nature; having said that, there is one set of associations assigned by ancient Chinese philosophy that I do think know are wrong: the assertion that the moon embodies yin.

This is inaccurate. The moon’s pattern is not female. Earth should replace Her sole satellite in the chart. The sun and the moon are both light-natured (for similarly different reasons).

The sun is obviously the supreme source of light (and gravity) in our solar system.

The moon behaves like light in (the sense) that it wants to fly off into interstellar space, but it can’t (and will never) escape the earth’s Her gravity.

Our lone, orbiting shield has been trying to leave its planet since becoming eternally entangled. Silly rock. After all, they were made for each other—a relationship that exemplifies monogamy. Quite like the duo of energizing cores in this tangoing twosome, our like-minded wills are made of iron, too. In other words, deep down, we’re (all) the same.

Mother Earth’s magnetic pull on her beau keeps him grounded, while his daily draw [think “tides”] wets her land. I know exactly what you’ll be thinking in a handful of seconds:

What a couple crazy balls of important elements, the earth and the moon, what with their age-old reproductive cycle and shit!

See, in order to evolve, matter must recombine.

Very slowly, a handful of centimeters per year, the moon drifts away from the earth and will continue to do so until, in about 5 billion years, the sun becomes a red giant and swiftly annihilates the innermost planets in our solar system.

An emotional scale of sorts.

And, in all this, balance is key.

Our universe has been (re)telling the same story over and over since the godlike spark that jump-started freaky spacetime and gave birth/rise to freedom. Round and round we go, playing merrily and fighting horribly in a sandbox of infinite possibility (as governed by the natural laws of physics, of course). Reduce everything to nothing and the ultimate balancing act emerges: we need energy (in order) to resist gravity—the existential tightrope that either implants fear or inspires courage. One is negative, the other is positive. One thing opposes other stuff. That’s all, folks. In a nutshell, that’s literally everything.

But what about "anything"?

Well, that’s different. (Thanks for asking!) “Anything” is what could happen (over an uninterrupted course) in time. Time is what always happens when light meets matter. Time allows atoms to spring liberally and form freely in space. Time moves forward (to the right). Put another way, being right ain’t wrong.

Oh, speaking of the broken economy fueling bipartisan politics, have you ever pondered why democrats occupy the left side and republicans stick to the right?

Wait, does that mean republicans are "correct"!?

Not exactly.

Don’t get in a tizzy. You’re okay.

Each side of any scale is fundamental to finding balance in the center {a.k.a. the middle/common ground}. Along those lines, and in order to serve its essential function, which way must either side push?

To facilitate progression, the left side must move (forward) with time [to the right].

To stabilize pace, the right side must conserve progress by pushing back(ward) {to the left}.

Conserve progression. Progress conservation.

Left. Right.

Gravity. Energy.

Water. Fire.

In other words, each side of a scale must strive to centralize communal location; or else, balance becomes impossible.

Remain calm. This isn’t a jab at anyone’s tribal party. This is basic math.

Whether you’ve pledged allegiance to the GOP or the DNC, you’re a functioning cog in the system which has maintained the balance that allowed the USA to become the mightiest empire in the history of civilization.

But {sh}it’s gotten outta hand, wouldn’t you say? Each side has strayed too far from its center of mass. One side must “betray” the other. Both parties have to gravitate back toward the middle [equality] before the scale tips beyond the breaking point and falls off the fucking table.

Then what?

Time. Equals. Currency.

Speaking of matter, overall in school systems today, is the classic trio of “solid, liquid, gas” still being stressed? Wait, surely you’ve heard that before, right? Of course you have. Great. Glad it stuck. However, I’m afraid {that, like the tragically inaccurate term black hole,} it has been misleading as hell.

[Hell is so cold that it burns, by the way.]

Plasma is the curiously lesser-known fourth form of matter, and it only comprises, oh, about 99.9% of the observable universe.

Say what??

Out with the old already, gang. In with the other thing.

Oh, hi, speaking of plasma and time, if money represents the lifeblood of civilization, then guess what our currency has been doing since its advent and assimilation into society. Clotting.

Guess what happens when your blood clots. No, don’t guess; instead, know.

“Wealth” simply must be more evenly (re)distributed. Exactly like blood, money has to circulate. Fuck your opinionated beliefs right now. Not even sorry. This is a matter of physics. Science is natural. Fight nature, get demolished. Going with the flow is the only way to maximize success.

We didn’t make these rules; quite rather, these rules were made for us.

To put it mildly, our world’s in a pickle. Being completely selfish gets nobody anywhere and/or everyone nowhere; that is to say, just as gravity drains, greed sucks. Luckily, though, history reveals patterns that repeat, and lessons yearn for learning. If we don’t come together and reconfigure our philosophical, economic, political, infrastructural, agricultural approaches—all the goddamned approaches—in a single, overarching, unified manner that promotes the widespread health of our earthborn bodies*, then, ashes to ashes, we all fall down (off the wall {like Humpty Dumpty}).

We, people. All of us (Earthlings). We come from the same place in time and space. We harness energy. We defy gravity. We are light. We’re one! Only together may/can we win.

Now let us be so that we may go. Makes sense, no?

Yes, let’s go be (by doing good deeds).

Indeed, we will (be cause).

What we will does become.

(You should) really be while being real.

*Examples of bodies include the planet by which we exist, the waters from which we drink, the land upon which we grow, the enterprises for which we work, the organizations through which we play, and the individual vessels in which we live.

💧

One way or another, all celestial objects must cease to exist.
Lucky for us, thoughts aren’t exactly objects!
Hmm, do you think this means the key to immortality is learning how to digitize consciousness?
Chill.
It’s not even that far out.
Anyway, what about you?
I’ve learned a few things about you.
This is you in a nutshell.
You are living to feel as much as you are feeling to live.
In other words, you are “doing” to be.
In other words, you are “going” to die.
That’s why you can’t help but to screw around sometimes.
Every single physical “body” must die.
All we really need to find is comfort along the way, just enough to keep us on your feet and content, and so that every day you may hope for a miracle, which always seems to be just beyond my grasp.
Today, things are different.
Today I can’t feel life sucking.
Something changed last night.
This time, I just know it.
You figured it out.
We need help.
I guess this means you’re glad we’re still not elsewhere.
I feel like a prisoner of my own manic mind, a lightning rod of abstractly depressive thought, haunted by words I can’t always remember envisioning and based on ideas I only vaguely recall scribing, usually fueled by an altered mental state.
In early 2018, I was surfing the internet on my last trusty laptop (super crocked like right now as I’m typing in my old favorite Courier font on the right-yet-wrong side of the screen) while watching any number of early nineties sci-fi movies. [If you’re reading this now in another font, pretend it’s what it once was.]
Courier also signifies a tidal wave of childlike energy.
Plus, couriers deliver lest they become something else.
In other words, liberties get taken.
Must we self-sabotage?
There’s a reason we see a bright light when we die.
These are our bodies, people; but, all together now, we would be faster than light.
What are we waiting for?
Words are funny with all their interesting sounds and multiple meanings.
Words such as these.
The ones on this page as well as many that precede and succeed.
These words burst forth outta nowhere, exploding and pouring out with ridiculous speed in streams of thought on par with an excited volcanic caldera’s expulsion.
Apparently churning out 30,000 words in 8 days is no problem at all.
My thoughts do not ask for my permission, nor do they beg for my pardon.
This is beyond my control.
Like an out-of-body experience.
As if someone else’s mind wants to hijack my body.
Being sober isn’t fun.
But, whatever.
Nothing I can do about that now.
This snowball’s already rollin’ and I have no clue how to stop it.
I don’t know if I’m well.
In other words, I think I might be messed up in the head.
My efforts feel like a desperate Hail Mary as time expires.
I wanna to know if I’m nuts.
I need to know what I am.
We need to know what you are, too.
In other words, these texts may achieve the highest recognition in the celebrated history of popular art.
Satirical sarcasm morphs into a metaphorical blanket of universal truth.
We, at this moment, together, could be absorbing the pinnacle of sentient thought.
In other words, math eventually does itself.
In other words, stranger things have happened.
This could also be a nonsensical collection of ravings by a sad lunatic vanishing into the mythical ether, which is probably the worst bet, if you’re betting safely.
Sounds ridiculous by now.
Either way, this is our swan song.
I have no idea what to do with ourselves, and evidently that means you’re trying to save the friggin’ world.
Hold my beer, Big Bang.
I can’t believe how serious we are.
Don’t bother praying for me.
In other words, I’m not the one who needs to get lucky.
In other words, my life will be in your hands.
In other words, my death is on you.
In other words, just kill me now!
I’m kidding.
Please don’t kill.
In other words, will you keep us alive?
When something goes away, it only stops after enacted upon by the force of nature.
In other words, that which flies can’t fall on its own.
In other words, if something shall not rise from ashes, then fire, it may be not.
This could lower the bridge that leads to our global anthem.
This could be a clever psychotic break from reality.
This could be a dreamer’s plea for salvation.
This could be an imaginary attempt to evade damnation.
This could be The Declaration of Life. This could be somebody’s eventual suicide note.
In other words, this could all be up to you.
Wanna know the secret to losing your mind?
Don’t fear the unknown.
Embrace the madness.
Exhale during the fall.
And definitely do look down.
You need to see where we’re headed. Feet first.

002

Dark Balls

not exactly “black holes”

Patterns repeat throughout all scales, from galactic to solar to atomic.

Fucking, goddamned black holes. Those sly, slippery {Dirt D}evils.

black hole: a region of space having a gravitational field so intensely immense that no matter or radiation can escape

As with any good eureka, the final answer couldn’t have been more beautifully obvious.

event horizon: a theoretical radius around a black hole from which no radiation or thing can escape

Then, a few days later, the real epiphany happened. Bloody hell. What’s next?

Like “global warming,” [another story entirely], the term “black hole” has been horribly misleading. “Hole” implies that it’s not a “ball,” right?

Right.

Except wrong.

Opposite of right.

Left. Backward. Reverse. “Slurp.”

A black hole sets the benchmark for what it means to be heavy. “Nothing” lives can live inside beyond its spherical border.

Just as planets anchor moons and stars anchor solar systems, black holes dark orbs (if I may) [or “godspheres”] anchor galaxies. At the center of our galaxy, The Milky Way, spanning 100,000 light years and containing upwards of 100 billion stars, a gargantuan monster that never sleeps and harbors/exercises an unquenchable appetite for anything energized [a supermassive black hole] lurks, spirals, warps, drains, tugs, pulls and sucks one type of matter across its event horizon—it obliterates the rest of the periodic table on approach. However, this process leaves a fairly important byproduct (called light) encircling a threshold (of time, as it were) [and which might equal pi, who the hell knows].

See, unlike matter, light is too fast for a black hole to consume; but a black hole’s gravity is too strong for light to escape. In other words, their relationship is complicated.

The term “black hole” suggests an emptiness, does it not? It’s actually the opposite of that, too. It’s full. In fact, the mass of a black hole could be no more full—packed as tightly as matter can be packed.

Beyond an event horizon, available space doesn’t exist, but time still does. This is probably more confusing than you are e/p/m capable of computing! For now, don’t worry about it.

Do you know/remember how/why time happens? The faster anything moves, the slower it ages/decays. At the speed of light, time stops/stands still. But only light can travel fast enough to stop ignore the effects {and sidestep the cost} of time. Basically, time happens when matter borrows/uses energy/light to resist the force of gravity. Think of this fundamental layer of existence as primordial friction. It balances how/why literally anything can/could happen.

Time itself doesn’t make evolution merely possible; the passage of time forces evolution to occur.

If you can see something, then it is changing.

When matter stops evolving—i.e. when time freezes—it becomes void of light and, thus, dead. This means that in order to experience/perceive time {and potentially live}, one must change/grow/age/evolve.

Upon death of matter, Earth decomposes and reabsorbs the remainder.

Yes, Mother Earth always recycles.

As charged, solar particles collide with atmospheric matter, the Northern Lights signify the birth of photons.

Yeah, She’s obviously very green.

Now think of black holes as holy energy. An event horizon represents the barrier beyond which light cannot live and (therefore) [MASSIVE EPIPHANY INCOMING] the point at which time must reverse.

Yep, black holes essentially rewind time and shit out gravity, a.k.a. dark energy. How poetic is that?

Yup, this revelation is kind of important in that it will change the face of mathematics.

And now, the real kicker.

I’m not kidding.

Once upon a time (in the late 1700s), an underappreciated scholar named John Michell discovered what he termed “dark stars.” Re-termed “black holes” in 1967, we still don’t have the name right.

Do we think stuff just “disappears” in there? Naw, I reckon things collect, amass, grow. Sure, it spits stuff back out, but what doesn’t? All black holes, in fact, are growing; waste is a requisite of growth. But “holes,” they are not. They are our galactic anchors—spheres just like every star, planet, and moon out there.

Duh.

The only difference is that we can’t see the (circular) shape because it does not reflect light.

Yeah, so, apparently, anchoring a galaxy means not entangling with light.

Why?

I’m actually performing this thought experiment while streaming my consciousness via writing. I could edit this out later. I wonder if I will…

I’m imagining that “black holes” [nope, I can’t bring myself to omit the quotation marks this far in] are essentially giant “godballs,” utterly devoid of light, comprised entirely of primordial hydrogen: atmospheric gas, liquid surface, densely solid mantle, and right off the top of my head [out of my ass], I’m gonna guess the core is metallic and preposterously dense.

Am I Are you right?!

The aforementioned metallic state is particularly noteworthy as it would be capable of conducting electricity. Perhaps it’s something beyond metallic—a state that does not allow light to breach its mass [meaning we’ve never seen it and thus could only guess about what it is]—but what if sparks flew around one of these suckers [pun {extra} intended]?

Also, why does anchoring a galaxy preclude any celestial body from mingling with starlight?

I’m glad I asked!

Here’s why: at some point after all but one element has fallen [remember: all elements are heavier than hydrogen], assumedly close to a measurement inversely proportional to c, matter becomes too heavy to move. It collapses, squishes, melds, contracts, reduces. That’s the breaking point {around 1.008u, perhaps}. That’s when light has no choice but to jump ship. But by then, it’s too late. Light cannot escape. The gravity is too powerful. So photons orbit the H-Mass [a.k.a. “black hole”] and form a kind of flickering halo (probably) as weight fluctuates, tilting the galactic scale rhythmically from balanced to imbalanced. Welcome to Earth!

“Black holes” have been separating matter from light since spacetime began. Our brains need to take a page out of their one-sentence book.

And we need to grasp the fact that “black holes” aren’t holes. They’re balls. Big ones.

It’s almost as if a big bomb went off 12.5-13.8 billion years {and counting} ago and we orbit—plus aid in the propulsion of—the shrapnel.

It’s also almost as if these objects, in essence, are couriers of time, engines of existence.

It’s not almost as if the things are fucking holes.

It’s exactly as if they’re the other thing.

They’re goddamn balls! Dark orbs of {f}lightless matter [hydrogen].

Here are some notes I took while my brain absorbed this revelation as best it could. You may leave them unless you choose to take them:

  • Galaxies are anchored by heavy, expanding, accelerating orbs since all the things (and stuff) became scattered thanks to the Big Bang’s big boom. In other words, our observable universe used to be a ball of hydrogen’s most basic form; now it’s a bunch of smaller balls carrying all kinds of stuff along for a long ride, evolving matter over time and, by extension, giving us time to matter. Balls carrying balls carrying balls, so on and so forth.
  • This means that time can elapse even in the utter absence of light, but without light, evolution can’t occur {only revolution}. Zero represents the point at which the clock counters itself, the ever-moving event horizon.
  • All celestial bodies (whether righteously enlightened or left in the dark) become circular over time, but their patterns of motion must remain elliptical.
  • Math doesn’t exactly “break down” at an event horizon, but it does collapse at the bookends of spacetime, from the most massive scale [astrophysical], where light can’t live, to the tiniest realm [quantum], where matter doesn’t exist, meaning essentially that our concept of numbers adds up cleanly only where light and matter intermingle, birthing the possibility of free time, while each variable’s independence has heretofore eluded widespread recognition and acknowledgement (by humans). For any universal truth in history, could there have been a better hiding spot than in plain sight? I’m pretty sure (all) this is notable because, would you look at that, it has been noted. See, math shits itself at an event horizon, for example, because the presence of numbers implies a sequence that builds, but beyond the barrier in question, the only thing built is mass, and the only stuff built is momentum. In other words, when matter gets too big for its britches, freedom cannot ring because light flatly refuses to be deleted by gravity. Thank goodness.
  • The universe efforts to reorganize—to gather all its lost marbles, as it {kinda} were.
  • I’m immediately inclined to believe that these are the densest objects in existence.
  • When matter succumbs over time to the unavoidable force of gravity, in spite of light’s tireless effort to remain afloat, bodily expiration occurs. In other words, death equals the utter loss of time.
  • Given that galaxies are accelerating now, will dark orbs inevitably begin to plummet? What if they already are plummeting (and hence the acceleration)? What if the iteration of spacetime within which we exist has a twin (of sorts)? What if our upside, technically, is down? Wouldn’t that make oodles of sense since all the life we’ve ever known has acted upon an urge to rise?
  • The seed which sprouted this ongoing (and fairly elastic) realization was planted in late November, 2017. 23 months later, hello, (late) October, 2019. No clue whether the timeline is relevant; mentioning just in case. Not everything can should be up to me, you know?

Anyhow, poor Michell.

Math stops adding up at event horizons because they are collapsing. Can you see how we latched on to the tragically perfect term “hole”? It’s dark and round and we can’t see in there.

What happens when accelerating “dark matter” collides with a spinning ring of fiery photons?

I suppose what’s “next” comes immediately (if you read on).

By the way, isn’t it bonkers that the scientific community—or anyone, actually—has yet to solve dark matter even though we named it precisely what it is? It’s dark matter; that is to say, a mass of (hydrogen) atoms too heavy for light. D’oh!

Now comes the utmost truth(s), the nth eureka(s) contained within this entry, the final pieces of the (astro)physical puzzle(s): if suns are viewed as factories that convert hydrogen into helium, then black holes dark orbs must be the opposite, tireless machines that handle the gravity-energy conversion.

There’s a pretty solid chance you (will) have no idea how monumental this epiphany may be(come). It’s funny. It answers everything.

And there’s more. As a body emotes energy in an effort to matter, light turns into consciousness by filtering through brains.

A dark orb “hungers” for light but (physically) can only consume matter, which generates the force called gravity and inspires the power known as energy, which becomes emotion.

Energy, people. Energy is EVERYTHING.

Emotions tell us what we need. Everybody needs (to) matter. The “eternal desire” would seem to be capturing light. And we’ve got “nothing” to lose. Let us be already.

Queen [Freddie] knew. “Nothing really matters. Anyone can see.”

Nothing really matters.

many

When the mass of a black hole becomes so immense that its gravity measures inversely proportional the speed of light, that’s when I have to assume that a primordial ball of metallic matter could start the distribution of a galaxy.

When the mass of a black hole becomes so immense that its gravity measures inversely proportional the speed of light squared, that’s when I have to assume a rather big [quantum] “Bang” would occur.

I shall stop momentarily, but this shit’s important.

Recognize, okay?

I may be the most impressive specimen to ever roam the earth, but I need your help.

This is me begging:

“Please.”