ZakkytheTrypper
Rising Star
Note: in the following passages, all characters are SWIM
Where am I what with who am I where to begin and then I'm where am I with waaaaaaaaaa...
... *alien whispers encroach from every imaginable angle plus more*
Waaa?...
*hyperkinetic collapse into reality transition*
*magnetic ringing condenses formlessness in organic fractal patterns outwardly into an infinite landscape that somehow forms completely within a single second*
*A being made of tiny scenes consisting of interactions between other smaller beings folds nonchalantly into my immediate observation*
*the most intensely vulnerable conversation ensues in the form of telepathy and interdimensional bug-clicking*
Indeed, 'wa.'
Who?
Me. And. You.
Wow. Thank... You?
Yes, me. Hello. (Keep in mind, all of this is said in glossalic WTF)
This is... All I could ever hope for.
This is yours.
What... Is it??
Paracosm.
So everything's just... My paracosm?
Our experience is inevitable. We exist on the endless chain of inherent binary interaction that begins nowhere in nothingness and ends somewhere in everything. Consciousness is an inevitable 'Light' (capability of awareness) that may 'shine' (be aware) from any point on this chain into the surrounding infinite 'Dark' (every point on the chain that that Light isn't inhabiting). Essentially, if you were to apply consciousness to what you now would refer to as an atom, said atom would experience reality the same way you do now, perceiving it's very own atoms while experiencing itself physically as, perhaps, some form of organic being.
Like passing a flashlight to a tiny friend so he can, in turn, look around, see exactly what you already had, and then forget you were even there to begin with while still faintly recalling a presence, resulting in a tendency to a previously imprinted action which would be the flashlight-passing?
Yes. The Light shines on the Dark, really only reflecting itself. In this way, the Light must eventually experientially merge with and become the Dark, whilst retaining awareness. Your level of Death is the archetypal surrender of Light to Dark, resulting in mind-cellophane-rippage through syrupy syntactical chaos until the ego is either forgotten or destroyed, leaving only a trail of, then, unlit Dark, which becomes, and already was, to begin with,, the very chain itself.
So existence is just an infinite surrender to darkness until it experientially resets into itself?
Yes.
Then... Whatever? What are you?
Inevitably, consciences with the qualities needed to endlessly survive the endless mind-fall-back-to-source arise from the cycles of All and carry on experience in a different manner that isn't possible for you to entirely understand in your state, the manner you are grasping at experiencing now.
So... When the right people die the right way... They enter into some kind of heaven and be god things?
Yes.
Wait... Are you?
Yes.
Thoth!? Hermes!? You're just... THE messenger!? Archetype! THING!!!
...
And you're here telling me THINGS!?!? Then what about... There's gotta be more. What happens if -
Sorry but -
No! Wait! -
Goodbye.
*magnetic soundscape fades/unfolds into LSD dreams*
(I do not claim to have figured out the universe, this is just a narrative of some insane dreamy pocket of clarity I encountered within hallucinatory-mind-salad and then went to work giving my best effort to articulate in english ASAP. The actual exchange of whatever-the-fuck between entity so-and-so and whoever I am was so profoundly absurd, that that absurdity itself seemed to be the very 'matter' that 'visibly' formed the experience and whatever tangible information I pulled out of that, I understand, cannot be trusted. The Thoththings sounds ridiculous, but that is just... it... I'm sorry, I was probably looking too hard for it. It's like a dream journal about a dream that somehow didn't even happen but still did. It was like watching God writing his signature in eternity-ink and I was somehow the room it was happening in, or something... or... whatever. It's just too much. It's so much stuff. Unfortunately it's mostly incommunicable, but hey, I gave it my best shot. Everything just makes so much more sense. I think I need to go be some kind of artist or activist or try and help bring about world peace or something because anything else just seems like the most absolutely useless bullshit conceivable at this point. If everyone went and saw whatever I just did first hand, I feel like there wouldn't be any interpersonal issues between anyone at all forever. Excuse any mistakes or offensiveness in whatever way I might have whatever, It's just an attempted act of expression, I swear, and I just need to write this down somewhere (so here) before I falls asleep and forget it all because I'm so damn exhausted and trippy feeling. It's like there was this metaphysical puzzle I was always trying to put together and somehow it just all came together in a way that totally made sense to me and as I try to recount it it's slowly falling apart and becoming less and less apparent and I just need some way to remember. It feels as though I am shamefully vomiting my very essence onto those around me and trying to convince them it's okay in an effort to retain an idea of my own identity amongst other chaotic faceless relatives of mine doing the exact same thing, or maybe I'm some kind of sociopath or narcissist or something or other or just tripping. I feel super vulnerable and tired and I'm rambling but like I want to but I really don't at all but for some reason I need to, but I'm probably just tripping. To hell with it. For now, I shall recharge, I'll review or recall or eradicate ridiculous this tomorrow (whenever that is))
Sincerely and with all kinds of loves,
Me
Where am I what with who am I where to begin and then I'm where am I with waaaaaaaaaa...
... *alien whispers encroach from every imaginable angle plus more*
Waaa?...
*hyperkinetic collapse into reality transition*
*magnetic ringing condenses formlessness in organic fractal patterns outwardly into an infinite landscape that somehow forms completely within a single second*
*A being made of tiny scenes consisting of interactions between other smaller beings folds nonchalantly into my immediate observation*
*the most intensely vulnerable conversation ensues in the form of telepathy and interdimensional bug-clicking*
Indeed, 'wa.'
Who?
Me. And. You.
Wow. Thank... You?
Yes, me. Hello. (Keep in mind, all of this is said in glossalic WTF)
This is... All I could ever hope for.
This is yours.
What... Is it??
Paracosm.
So everything's just... My paracosm?
Our experience is inevitable. We exist on the endless chain of inherent binary interaction that begins nowhere in nothingness and ends somewhere in everything. Consciousness is an inevitable 'Light' (capability of awareness) that may 'shine' (be aware) from any point on this chain into the surrounding infinite 'Dark' (every point on the chain that that Light isn't inhabiting). Essentially, if you were to apply consciousness to what you now would refer to as an atom, said atom would experience reality the same way you do now, perceiving it's very own atoms while experiencing itself physically as, perhaps, some form of organic being.
Like passing a flashlight to a tiny friend so he can, in turn, look around, see exactly what you already had, and then forget you were even there to begin with while still faintly recalling a presence, resulting in a tendency to a previously imprinted action which would be the flashlight-passing?
Yes. The Light shines on the Dark, really only reflecting itself. In this way, the Light must eventually experientially merge with and become the Dark, whilst retaining awareness. Your level of Death is the archetypal surrender of Light to Dark, resulting in mind-cellophane-rippage through syrupy syntactical chaos until the ego is either forgotten or destroyed, leaving only a trail of, then, unlit Dark, which becomes, and already was, to begin with,, the very chain itself.
So existence is just an infinite surrender to darkness until it experientially resets into itself?
Yes.
Then... Whatever? What are you?
Inevitably, consciences with the qualities needed to endlessly survive the endless mind-fall-back-to-source arise from the cycles of All and carry on experience in a different manner that isn't possible for you to entirely understand in your state, the manner you are grasping at experiencing now.
So... When the right people die the right way... They enter into some kind of heaven and be god things?
Yes.
Wait... Are you?
Yes.
Thoth!? Hermes!? You're just... THE messenger!? Archetype! THING!!!
...
And you're here telling me THINGS!?!? Then what about... There's gotta be more. What happens if -
Sorry but -
No! Wait! -
Goodbye.
*magnetic soundscape fades/unfolds into LSD dreams*
(I do not claim to have figured out the universe, this is just a narrative of some insane dreamy pocket of clarity I encountered within hallucinatory-mind-salad and then went to work giving my best effort to articulate in english ASAP. The actual exchange of whatever-the-fuck between entity so-and-so and whoever I am was so profoundly absurd, that that absurdity itself seemed to be the very 'matter' that 'visibly' formed the experience and whatever tangible information I pulled out of that, I understand, cannot be trusted. The Thoththings sounds ridiculous, but that is just... it... I'm sorry, I was probably looking too hard for it. It's like a dream journal about a dream that somehow didn't even happen but still did. It was like watching God writing his signature in eternity-ink and I was somehow the room it was happening in, or something... or... whatever. It's just too much. It's so much stuff. Unfortunately it's mostly incommunicable, but hey, I gave it my best shot. Everything just makes so much more sense. I think I need to go be some kind of artist or activist or try and help bring about world peace or something because anything else just seems like the most absolutely useless bullshit conceivable at this point. If everyone went and saw whatever I just did first hand, I feel like there wouldn't be any interpersonal issues between anyone at all forever. Excuse any mistakes or offensiveness in whatever way I might have whatever, It's just an attempted act of expression, I swear, and I just need to write this down somewhere (so here) before I falls asleep and forget it all because I'm so damn exhausted and trippy feeling. It's like there was this metaphysical puzzle I was always trying to put together and somehow it just all came together in a way that totally made sense to me and as I try to recount it it's slowly falling apart and becoming less and less apparent and I just need some way to remember. It feels as though I am shamefully vomiting my very essence onto those around me and trying to convince them it's okay in an effort to retain an idea of my own identity amongst other chaotic faceless relatives of mine doing the exact same thing, or maybe I'm some kind of sociopath or narcissist or something or other or just tripping. I feel super vulnerable and tired and I'm rambling but like I want to but I really don't at all but for some reason I need to, but I'm probably just tripping. To hell with it. For now, I shall recharge, I'll review or recall or eradicate ridiculous this tomorrow (whenever that is))
Sincerely and with all kinds of loves,
Me