It is very imposing of brain to dash out into every horizon and claim that everything exists because of some logical order that can be reversed engineer with knowledge. The entire history of science has been the practice of reverse engineering, there is nothing creative in that process, it is stealing from nature what is natures to use it as we wish and not as nature deigned it so. Not that that matters much but since nature does not really take itself to seriously, we could go blow up the sun and nature would not feel any less for it; wouldn’t notice it, this is because nature does not exists, nature is a construct of man, there is nothing natural or unnatural in the universe, there are just things that by happenstance have brought themselves into being and an occupation of space time, without prior regard to consequences or definitions, the definition of a sun is more brought about by its persistence than by any sane universal order. This is because there is no such thing as a universe, everything in the universe repeats itself and that is what knowledge calls a universe, if there is a planet here, and you can see a planet a trillion light years from here, that is a universal observation, which makes the universe and its repeated consistencies.
I think I killed a man last night. I know I did killed a man last night, because in my dream I was haunted by the authorities and they caught up with me and their interrogations were suggesting that I killed this man at this tourist shop, this while I was trying to steal a music CD. I never really saw myself kill the man; when the police arrived at my house and started questioning my roommates I felt guilty, I knew I had blood in my hands, I mentally traced a trail of red drips, each supple and artistic in composition and vividness of color; when they got to my room, you could see that they had smelled the blood to reach me, it was a magnificent accomplishment of associations. The blood, the stolen CD, the man dead, my feelings of guilt, the suspecting police; and yet I never saw myself kill the man. Knowledge works just like that, it has never seen the truth, but it has seen all the evidence of the truth.
Then we must and ought suspect that there is some truth to this idea of knowledge even as proving the final truth of anything is elusive, and even if the only thing that scientists can do to discover the truth is to reverse engineer nature. Reverse engineering cant be to accurate of a science this is the only kind of science we got, so we must conform with its results. But I propose here that the sun is my shadow. Why do I propose this, because I think it no different than the proposition of law and order imposed by science. It is equally absurd and fantastic and so I bow to the knowledge freaks for thinking it that all things have a purposeful connection and, and here is the most terrible and in the universe, and that everything is made up of building blocks, which can be taken apart and put back together if you follow the instructions. A sun can be made by simply following these steps and using these ingredients; compress more matter than can fit into a little tiny hole until it disappears from existence, let it undo itself, bang, it will be suffering hyper temperatures for eons, but as it disperses, it will cool and the cooled energy will turn into many disparate groups of chemicals and matter, these will result in helium and hydrogen concentrations than when massive enough will spew themselves out into the vacuum surroundings creating an spectacular circling chandelier. Interesting for sure, but is it the truth?
The difference between believing that a god, one day, while utterly bored, created the universe is none, the idea of a god or a big bang and or both is and are equally complex in stature. The ingredients that you need to have a god however are far more interesting and certainly more exotic. Faith, belief, a heaven to house him in, an antagonistic evil agent, free will and a human to use all this gradients so that they may manifest themselves in such; this are even tougher ingredients to put together, and certainly do not appear to have a linear building block mentality. Given the choice, to have to believe in either, currently I have neither inclination, but given the choice the god part sound far more fascinating and gorgeous. Believing in scientific models of the universe, while beautiful in their own right, they have not the perplexing beauty of a garden of Eden or a heaven or an immaculate virgin Mary, or an infinite and omnipotent yet benevolent God. This are truly fantastic things, and one must suspect that while knowledge bound brain wanted us to think, just because it is more practicable, that in the procedural act it took away something fantastic. I am not and can not be sure that this was a step forward but the catchy thing about brain/knowledge based actions and conducts is that they do are a product of our actions, and in the universe, where most things for sure aren’t a product of our actions, it seems woeful that we create some little insignificant things that we can control. Brain got knowledge to give us a sense of control, god himself was so unique and rare of a thing, his magic would not win out over the obvious, our brains could only see and function in the obvious so the most brilliant battle between the rational and the fantastic was won out by the pedestrian.
Why was that so? Because the brain, designed to act out at the local level super imposed its locality upon the universal concept of god. God had to answer to a local force, why? Because the local force could respond and god remained silent in his own defense. Its possible to imagine that god did not even notice the struggle, it is possible to imagine that god might feel that in the long run we will comprehend the error of our ways, it is also possible that this god thing was so complexly device that it only existed for a trillions of a zillions of a second after the big bang, and so it was consumed by its own inherent complexity. All in which case makes it very easy for a plebian brain to impose knowledge as the commanding standard of the universe.
What do I have against knowledge? That it takes credit for everything that I already know.
Knowledge is the product of reverse engineering and at a superlative level of something that happens in a more complex and less determinable manner because to exist all things must have one thing in common, they must “know themselves!” In order for a rock to be a rock it must wholly compose the essence and purity of rock being. In order for a sun to be a sun it must inherently and endemically be a sun, you cant embody something that you are not in this existence for the very simple reason that this universe requires a hell of a lot of induction of energy in order to make itself it self in order to let anything else represent itself that self embodiment must be 100% sure that it is what it is. This is because our universe is so overcrowded with entities and forces that everything is trying to push everything else out of the way, and these efforts as so ferociously consistent that they invariably end up consuming all of our self energy and we die. It is just that way that suns burn out, they keep on trying to be themselves and the surrounding vacuum eats them up telling them that they are not nothing but a wasting of energy into the precipice that is the seemingly empty vacuum. The vacuum consumes, it would kill you if it were to touch you. But Sun brings us to the interesting point, the Sun tells us what it is. The sun defines itself, the sun is! And the Sun tells the universe I want to burn alive my whole existence. I come here with all this helium and hydrogen and I am going to invest it all here. The interesting little obvious thing here is that no one had to tell Sun to be a Sun, Sun knows all this, Sun comes into being as a Sun because before arriving into this here and now space dimension it already knew what it was; and so Sun pushed itself through the continuum to disrupt it and define an expression that it firmly believed about itself.
This is what we must all struggle with, the self knowledge is corrugated by the fabric of the universe as it stretches and curls and dissipates, the corrugated knowledge of self, becomes disrupted by self doubt; when everything seems to be trying to kill you its because you don’t fit, or should not fit or ought not to fit and the only thing that keeps you struggling on is the fact that you do know what you are, how you embody that, and you are executing the blueprint of your self define essence which is the product of a desire, misguided desire, perhaps, but a firm misguided desire for sure. Otherwise you cant participate in this volatile universe, you must render energy quotients on a consistent and persistence basis; this is not hard to do, if you are doing it as caused by your endemic nature and definition of desired being, it is however impossible for you to accomplish existence if you are not fully self defined beyond question. The universe is a place fulll of absolute definitions that ever impose themselves over anything that will let them, it is merely your desired persistence of self which induces the contrast against the background of the universe, of which you are part, and it is your persistence of self which gives the universe its personality.
Knowledge being the product of a reverse engineering action does not recognize this, because if you are the result of a devolution you aren’t going to recognize it, it would be dangerous for the well being of knowledge to accept itself as the product of a reductionism process. But this is the very essence of knowledge, knowledge is the thing that decomposes things, knowledge breaks things down and categorizes because it does not understand whole things, broken down parts of the whole it comprehends, but whole things not. Knowledge must therefore kill its subject in order to understand it and manipulate it. All the things that knowledge has studied and knows have been murdered by way of dissection. Piece by piece. And Knowledge can not put these things back together, it can only know how they worked. It does not however know the why of their being, knowledge is limited by knowledge because a thing that is known can only be known as it manifest itself and not as the desire from which it sprung which is wholly unknowable. Knowledge does not comprehend desire, because a desire can not be dismembered or reversed engineered. When knowledge stumbles into a desire it is to late to see it bloom, it is wilting. This is why, if we assume that there was a God or a Big Bang, full blooming desires, knowledge can never observe them, Knowledge can never observe them because when a desire is in full bloom it annihilates anything that is sedentary or pedestrian, knowledge only rises, like mosquitoes taking blood samples, in the residue puddles of the universe.
Finally, not to bore you indefinitely though I embody that potential, what Brain assimilates as knowledge is really something that can not be learned or taught. I am born knowing what I know which knowledge will try to teach me. Within me is the knowledge. One of my jobs has been to manage groups of programmers, one of the most obviously amazing things is to see how a genius programmer intuitively knows what to do in such a complex, though basic world, as is the mind of a computer network. A genius programmers and a genius physicists have one thing in common, they know, they are aware of their endemic nature, and they come with very firm ideas as to how things work and how they will get the results that they are seeking, only knowledge wishes to take credit for teaching them, but what indeed is teaching if not the allowing of a wonder child to manifest inner talents. Teaching actually corrupts those talents into modalities of preconceived ideas, we are however fortunate, the corruption is minimal, the power of knowledge is corrosive but not deadly to the gifted. I come with what I know into this world, I come to this world to deliver full blast, there are forces here which wish to put out my raging fires, it is my persistence which will cause my self imposed irrational desired essence to contrive its place next to you.
