Alone In The Machine

The Many Eyes Of God

I entertain many thoughts. I play with all ideas whilst clinging to none. I think of matter and the known universe as the subconscious of God. Ideas in the mind of the all mind, existing to purge themselves and come closer to the light of love. In a second, in a minute, a month or with the slow passing of years, each one of us is an island galaxy moving away from each other ever outwards into the cold depths of space. Some kind of gravity held you for a second and then your orbit changed and you flew off into space. As you hurtled off through the black nothing the cold seeped into your shoulder and rigor mortis set in. Just another island universe passing through.  I play with it. Is nature a metaphor? Am i living in some kind of purgatory? Its as good an idea and as good a guess as any other i suppose.

I think of the atom like a black hole, its nucleus pressed so tight that the center collapses in on itself exerting a huge gravitational pull. I play with the idea that gravity works at this level also and that we don't need to posit a strong force. That all the atoms are like black holes falling into themselves emerging elsewhere, being potentially everywhere in quantum superposition. Holding the structure of the atom in place like black holes seem to do with galaxies.

This accounts for the blackness of space and the apparent void that we have discovered is teaming with incalculable energy. I see the eyes as a metaphor. I see the iris as a unique colored galaxy held in place by the gravity of the pupil which expands and contracts to let in the light. I see the light coming in, traveling down the optic nerve and into the brain, becoming sight or reality. One could go on like this on similar themes. At this point we can also do away with dark matter or dark energy, or redefine it in terms of atom universes with black holes linked together, or the smallest part in some sense containing or implying the whole. All little miniature universes looped around each other in superposition held together by gravity. In this metaphor superposition would be consciousness and gravity would be love.Black holes falling into each other and themselves, creating what we see as the visible universe. As the atoms expand or move through space, so does the universe, and just as the atoms are organized in various temporary forms going through changes or phases, but essentially remaining eternal, so is the universe. Nobody can see inside a black hole and nobody can see behind the eye, but there's a whole world in there. It takes in light and matter, it consumes it, yet remains what it essentially is. In the darkness there is structure, like the darkness of the pupil leading up the optic nerve into the brain. In the infinite darkness there is infinite light leading to infinite possibility. In darkness the brain sits never experiencing light, yet that dark matter is the receiver of all light. A dazzling black is there being penetrated by the light as the light envelops it. It controls galaxies, its pupils black, its iris a galaxy, and inside there is light and information. The many eyes of God are watching and absorbing, creating and destroying.

The black holes in space are atomically small centers compared to the vastness of space. I think of them as doorways into the realm of information at the heart of the universe. I think of the suns like cells or DNA emitting light, producing energy and heat, how they enfold information downwards in the form of light and the nuclear reactions which produce the complex atoms and elements that are necessary for the construction of life and the universe as it is now. Providing the matter, the environment, and the ingredients for life to emerge. There is a direct link between the atoms in us, the plants, the ground we stand on, and all of life with the stars. The suns rays produced energy and heat nurturing life and allowing or informing the possibility of plants to harness its rays to produce themselves and push life forward on its way to the present day and on wards in what seems like an endless unfolding of the universe. When i break that word down uni-verse i see uni- which implies one, and verse- which implies word or many. It is one that unfolds as many. It is eternal, and you, me, and everything are it.

The nucleus of every atom like a black hole, a galaxy, a solar system, a universe. The cells and the DNA made from stardust are like stars emitting light. The mind and the body contain the universe because they are the universe. Black holes, space looping around itself into infinity creating quantum superposition, where every atom in the universe knows where every other atom is because they are all one and expressions or manifestations of the same system held together by space. Systems of unending division and diversity, cosmic highways or journeys carved out of the space of underlying unity. Emerging from that and returning to that.

Are we to assume that space is lifeless, nothingness, holds no potential, no energy, no creativity, no intelligence or life, though all these things emerged out of it? Energy, matter, information and consciousness coming out of the void, energy, matter, and information arranged in such a way as it produces consciousness. What arranged it or brought it all to be other than intelligence? You can think of it as consciousness building or manifesting the physical universe, downloading itself into it to experience it, then finding itself there with its memory wiped trying to make sense of it. Wondering if it is just a body and where this intangible self inside came from. It doesn't know if that also dies when the body dies. Living in the veil of separation. The self coming out of the void, the void birthing it or it being present in it as possibility. The atoms once thought to be the ultimate in solidity made up of mostly space. If i am alive that is to be considered much more so. A place where everything came from and everything goes, black holes merging with space transporting all information constructs to the central information hub. Into the light to rejoin the void so infinitely full. Traveling back into ourselves the way we came, into eternity or oblivion.