Evaluation of Human Society? Indictment of Human Behavior? Welcome to humanity's future.The solution to every quandary all in one place. Meaning is clear.
Imagine all that ever was, existing only at one instant in time and one point in space. Imagine time and space compressed to a single instant at a single point, both unimaginably small. Nearly infinately small. All things being relative, time and space are Dark Point Energy. Forevermore has no meaning whithin the context of The Universe, within Dark Point Energy. Vastness is only one perception of Dark Point Energy. All that ever was always exists everywhere, including here. You only need to percieve it.
Turn your head, metaphorically, and you will percieve the unimagineable depth of The Universe. All things viable instantly available within and beyond the analogy. Welcome to the destiny of humanity. It exists only within enlightenment. Where else would you expect to find it?
Evaluation (Transformers?) (More than meets the eye!)
Is it truly possible? Can't be honestly called objectivity without including a sincere evaluation of alternatives. From within Schrodinger's cat's box you cannot truly perform an observation of the spinning cat, or life signs of the cat, you're just one of the three physics students from the last bit of chapter one.
So... let's step as far out of the cat's box as our minds have the capacity to stroll. Let us be the fourth physics student. Start with this, humans are animals. That's a fact regardless of the observer's intended and desired and forced outcome of the evaluation of the Mother Of All Questions. Many types of animal exist and a vast number of types of animals have formed their own societies. That's just at this point in time. Take another step in the objectivity dance to consider... all of human history is but a blip on the most recent twitch of an eye in the Earth's animal history. We are insignificant. All of human history is a fraction of one grain of sand on one of Earth's beaches where a bucket of sand might represent all social animal species to have ever existed on this one planet. We are truly insignificant even when limited to just the current events on planet Earth. Wake up people, get over yourselves, hold a pin at arms length but don't stick yourself with it. OK, so I said what self absorbed human society doesn't like to hear. Get over that too. It's true! If you're still having trouble with objectivity then go back to chapter one or give up trying to comprehend. I know it's considered rude to be honest, or objective, or at least it's considered rude within the oddball set of rules of human social interaction intended to maintain the status quo. Well get over that too or you'll never find objectivity and you'll be doomed till death to wander intellectually without comprehending anything of significance. In that case, one plus one equals zero and zero is what your intellect will always be without objectivity. Your choice, others can only point in the right direction. Sorry, seemed appropriate to start the evaluation with a rehash of a topic vital to the effort of evaluating. Indictment:
With it agreed that humans don't yet have a significant place in the universe, the question becomes; can we, will we? I suspect it's possible. To accomplish the goal we'll need a restart on human society. This go round we're done. What future would provide for the unimaginable of all human accomplishments? What future would allow humanity to have an impact on the universe? Would it be technology? Imagine human technology so advanced that we could freely travel and examine the entire universe. Ooops, no need to do that since we grew up with science fiction hand feeding a great many possibilities. Has science fiction really examined possibilities or has it been geared toward making money? The vast majority of what pretends to be science fiction is actually the same lame drama told over and over, not science fiction. The same story could be told in any setting, even a dog kennel. Consider the television series Battlestar Galactica. When it came out we called it Battlestar Bonanza. Some called it Battlestar Erotica, but they were men objectifying the women they deemed to have inexistable beauty. The series Battlestar Galactica could just as easily have been a remake of Bonanza. Similarities between the two programs are remarkable. Trade the ranch for a starship and trade horse thieves for Cylons. The stories are as interchangeable as the leader in the two TV programs. No offense to Lorne Green, of course. In both shows Lorne's boys were constantly riding off on their horses or spaceships to do battle and save the day. One of them always got the girls and one or more always supported the effort. Either way it's the same silly predictable story of constant shoot-outs and melodramatic turmoil, designed to keep people watching but not thinking. That's escapism. That's entertainment! That's big business selling you stuff (one example of brainwashing one meaning of materialism, into an entire society). Science fiction is what it isn't. You're a tree if you can't comprehend and keep it in perspective. I propose and hope you'll examine another possibility. Another possible future for human accomplishment, beyond technology, beyond whatever bit of pop culture which some in our society are obsessed with at the moment. Offered here is a challenge to humans to become something more. We freely accept three dimensions of the universe, height, width and depth. Each depending on the observer's perspective as to the labels, since space is no more labels than it is height, width and depth. The labels are simply our way of relating to space. We more or less accept time as the fourth dimension while we have no idea what time is. I suspect time to be a single, nearly observable characteristic of a larger phenomenon with many more characteristics... yet to be discovered. Time may be a minor part of the greater phenomenon. The other characteristics may currently lie beyond our knowledge and are perhaps, responsible for many universal events in ways we can't yet conceive. Is it possible, could we move through the fourth dimension as easily as we move through the other three? Imagine our perception of time in the way we view the numbers on a ruler to measure space. View time as you view the age marks on a flat rock found buried deep under the accumulated dirt in a cave in a canyon. As we currently know it, time is nothing more than the marks on a ruler, or a rock. Comprehend the notion, we don't know what time is. Now get all of humanity to comprehend the same. If an entire society devoted itself to the task, how long would it take to discover the reality of time? Was Whu wrong? Is knowing the relative sizes of the moon and the stars more important than understanding the concept of perspective? Figuring out the size of the moon and the stars is only possible with comprehension of the concept of perspective. Which has greater value, knowing what time it is or knowing what time is? So... what is time? We know it's relative. We know energy and velocity can both effect the perception of the rate of time's passage and still we have no clue what time is. Is the explanation for the variability of time contained in the knowledge of what time is? For instance, cause of the apparent variability of time's passage becomes clear if time is energy. Yet "now" the only thing we really know about time are the numbers we assign it. Nothing more than marks on a ruler or a flat rock. We are the archeologists who documented the marks on the age rocks with no concept of their significance. Can humanity ascertain the meaning of the marks and the nature of time? What good would it do to comprehend the nature of time? Imagine the future. Imagine ten thousand years into the future. Long past the collapse of our current state of affairs, long past the Mad Max era, long past many brutal dark ages. Instead of another period of industrialization and self absorption, humanity develops a true age of enlightenment. Humans have learned the lessons of the past, they're no longer petty self absorbed short sighted self serving... you get the idea. One day, little gray space ship dudes finally stop making crop circles and conducting strange medical exams on people with loose screws. Instead they come to earth and are amazed. They've spent tens of thousands of years perfecting their universe exploring technology. They've encountered thousands of planets inhabited by intelligent beings. They have met more species than suggested in all of science fiction and in more unusual forms than we have ever imagined. The gray space ship dudes are proud of their history and knowledge. They've spent a long time building a federation of planets and have a society covering many galaxies. They come to earth and discover a species which drops their jaws on the floor. Do they have jaws? I've never seen a little gray space ship dude. I hope they're coming to take me away. The Dudes find a society with a very short history. They examine human society. Humans are unique within the experience of the Dudes. They find us worthy because our level of social development is usually found in ancient species. We're at peace with ourselves and each other. We're more interested in comprehension than anything else. The gray dudes normally approach a new species with caution. Like much of science fiction, they have rules about interfering with the development of less technological people. They don't want to share technology, only get to know humans. Within days of first contact the Dudes come to a realization. Humanity is far more advanced than the Dudes, or anyone the Dudes have ever encountered. We comprehend The Universe, every last person individually and as a society. Humans viewThe Universeas an entity far greater than the dimensions it occupies. Earthlings gave this greater concept the name Delight and spend their days smiling over the ubiquitous nature of Delight. Human society has a purpose, finding a way to share Delight with other species. From vast experience, humans know that it will be difficult to Delight the Gray Dudes Living with minimal technology had the Dudes confused at first. They put humans in a category and only tried to figure out where we varied from the standard description of people in that category. Ten thousand years into the future, human society has learned the lesson from the last several thousand years. Misteaks are not repeated. Intellect finally rules the day, every day. Objectivity, knowledge, comprehension and reality rule above all else while superstition and self serving attitudes are nowhere in sight. A George and a Dude meet in a small crude village on a prairie near a canyon on a sparsely populated planet called Earth.
George initiates the conversation 'Hey dude, sorry I don't know your name, you guys all look the same to me.''Hello human, good day to you, have we met before?'
Smiling to show his intent 'Dude, I don't know since you all look the same to us. My name is George Boole.'
Dude is happy to talk to a human, it's the reason he's here 'I've already heard that name a lot in only a few days on Earth. Why is it so common?'
George tells Dude 'He was a man long long ago who never tried to marry his horse. We respect that and often name our children after him.''People tried to marry horses?''No Dude, not really, it's a metaphor representing failure to misunderstand.'
With a puzzled look in his big black eyes, Dude said 'You people are truly strange.''Not so much Dude, there's more to it than that. You'll start to get it soon enough. So what's your name?''Humans can't pronounce it,' smiling, Dude continues 'maybe just call me Horse since I don't want to marry you.'
Horse, of course, was joking. Horse Dude had too little understanding of humans which caused him to treat George as a child, thinking he was far more advanced than George, thinking George and his entire civilization to be immature children in need of guidance.
'So Horse, what are you doing there?''Well George, I'll try to explain in a way you'll understand.'
Not at all condescending, oh no. Horse is a nice dude with only the best of intentions.
'George, I'm setting up this device. It will let us transport people and objects up into the sky to our big space ship. Would you like to go?'
George tells Horse 'No thanks Horse, I've been, nothing interesting up there.''You've been in space George? When?''Now, then, always.'
Perplexed, Horse mumbles 'Humans say strange things.''You'll understand one day Horse. Why do your ships all smell like ozone?''It's the byproduct of... uhm George, how do you know our ships smell like ozone?''I've been on a lot of them Horse. They all smell the same.''But only one of our ships has ever been to earth and we haven't brought any of you to the ship yet. You couldn't have been on a lot of our ships.''Don't worry Horse, we'll teach you. Have a nice day.'
George begins walking away and Horse trots along behind, asking questions.
'George, how do you even know about ozone? How do you know our ships smell like ozone?'
George and Horse sit on a big flat rock.
George asks Horse 'How do you know the stars are bigger than the moon?'
Horse replies 'I've been to the stars. I've walked on your moon. I found proof that humans walked on your moon long ago in a different era, a long gone human society did that.'
George tells Horse 'So have I Horse, so have I. I've walked on the moon and visited the stars, I've visited distant galaxies, I've visited your home planet.''George, you talk in riddles. Our home planet was destroyed thousands of years ago.''I watched it happen Horse. We all watched it happen.'
Confused, more so with every word from George, Horse begins trying to figure out why George is saying such odd things.
'George, I don't think we're communicating very well, else you're very confused.'
Smiling bigger than ever, George said 'We're digging roots Horse. You'll learn to pick berries soon enough, when you're ready. For now you need to remember, horror stories are never what you think they are.' Horse's transporter installation still needs a bit of work, but curiosity gets to him and he searches for George.
'George, how do you think you've been on a lot of our big space ships and how do you think you've seen our planet destroyed? You couldn't have walked on your moon, I've been there and examined every inch, no footprints for thousands of years. None of what you say is possible, humans didn't even know we existed until a few days ago.'
George replies 'Horse, digging roots is never productive. Horror stories are never what you think they are.'
Still confused, Horse wants answers 'More riddles George. It seems you're a very confused species.'
A bit cryptic, George said 'You'll never understand until you see massive pond, it will remain a horror story. I can point in the right direction but it's up to you to figure it out on your own.''Alright George, I'll play your game in the interest of knowing more about you, maybe it will help us dudes to help you humans.''That's the spirit Horse, keep your mind open by whatever means you can rationalize. Comprehend horror stories you hear, there are many more coming in the very near future. The result is all up to you.''George, why did you say "now, then, always"?''Why do you think Horse?'
Horse has the tools, he comprehends that George was not asking what Horse thought about the question he asked George. Instead, Horse replies to the actual question.
'I'm a sapient being, I am intelligence and intellect, more than the sum of my experiences, I am the sum of the activity in the brain of this animal you see.'
George learned what he wanted to know about Horse.
'Exactly Horse. I'm happy that you comprehend what you are. You're a tree without that comprehension, no different than the moon and the stars or a deep pond.''Yet again with the riddles George?'
Ever smiling, George is Delighted by this conversation and tells Horse 'I spent time sitting on a rock observing a cave filled with starving people searching for answers. Horse, The Universe is a simple place, easily comprehended and easily explored. When you comprehend all the horror stories you'll be able to sit on the observers rock and witness all, like the fourth physics student. You don't need that device you were installing, you don't need your big space ships.'
Perplexion overcomes Horse 'But George, you humans make no sense. We've learned in the last days that you're intelligent and comprehend everything we tell you. Now you say we don't need technology.''Well Horse, do you see us using those things?''I see you digging roots George, if I understood the reference based on the context of your use of the phrase.'
Smile bigger than before, George said 'No Horse, we don't dig roots anymore. What I'm doing is pointing in the right direction. The berries will taste great but you have to pick them. You'll be ready soon, you have the tools of the trade.'
Confused and not knowing what to make of this conversation, Horse climbs off the rock and walks back to his task of installing pointless technology.
Sittin on a flat rock, pickin berries Back at the transporter, Horse's best pal shows up.
'Glbjrxnk, how are you?'
Horse replies 'I'm bored I'm ugly and my feet stink. How are you?''Bout the same, as always. Is the transporter ready yet?'
Horse, in a serious voice 'The transporter can wait. These people are incomprehensible. They appear highly intelligent even if technologically backwards. They talk in riddles without solutions. The riddles sound like they meant something but there's nothing behind them. Oh, I found a solution to the name problem, I got myself an Earth name they can pronounce. Call me Horse.''OK Horse. What's a horse?'
Perplexed now, Horse said 'I don't know what a horse is but don't try to marry one, humans will laugh and call you names and won't let you join in any games. Try to marry a horse and you might as well have a shiny red nose.''OK Horse, I promise not to try to marry you. What does marry mean?''It's called a horror story and it's never what you think it is.''How do I get an Earth name?''I guess you could pick one.''Any suggestions?''How about Root? Humans will never dig you. Berries is a bad name, they taste great and these people have teeth.'
Bored, Root asks 'Can I help you finish the transporter? If we get it done quick enough maybe we'll have time for a few crop circles.''Root, what's a crop circle?'
Root 'I don't know but a group of humans named Blaise Pascal, thinks we make them.''Like I said Root, they're incomprehensible. Help me tear down that pink wall, it's blocking the transporter beam.''Horse, walls keep us from perceiving reality. Tearing it down will be more fun than crop circles.''It would collapse on it's own if we had a common thread. Then we'd have time to wash our feet and bask in the glory of epiphany.'
It appears as though communication is a tricky task if you don't recognize all three aspects. Horse and Root finish the transporter and go looking for George. He's found sitting on a flat rock, as usual. The small village is polluted with strategically located flat rocks. This is a dedicated berry pickin place.
'Hi George, I'd like you to meet Root.'
Happy to meet another Dude, George replies 'Hi Root. How'd you get a name we can pronounce?''Horse gave it to me. What does it mean?''It's not important, Root is a fine name.''George, can Root and I have a bit of your time to clarify our earlier conversation?'
Snickering, George says 'You want to pick berries?''Not now, are you hungry?''Naw Horse, picking berries is a euphemism for solving intellectual problems.''And the solution tastes great?''Sure does Horse, if seasoned with enough objectivity.'
Happy to get a new human notion, Horse replies 'Berry picking is thinking about a problem but only if you're objective?''Exactly.''How about digging roots?''That's thinking about a problem when you lack the tools to solve the problem.'
Horse hangs his head and looks at Root.
'Root, I'm sorry. I suggested a bad name. Can we change Root's name?'
Cooperative, but seeing no need, George tells them 'Anything you like Horse but Root is a fine name. Both your Earth names are related to comprehension. That is the ultimate personal accomplishment in our society. We celebrate epiphany of the individual and ignore birth days. You're just a tree without comprehensive comprehension. So Horse, what did you want to talk about?''Still the same George, now then always. It's your riddle and I don't get it. Does it really mean something? You acted like it's the end and beginning of everything.''It is Horse. The beginning, the end, everything in between. It's how I've been where I said I've been. I'm just pointing, it's up to you to comprehend.'
Root speaks 'You're right Horse, they talk in riddles with no solution.'
At this moment George noticed himself walking up behind Horse and Root.
'Listen Dudes, I've got a few things I want to do, it's gonna take months but I'll be right back so don't go away.'
George quickly walked around the corner where Horse and Root can't see him. George approached from behind Horse and Root.
'I'm back. Wow that was fun. Your home planet is a great place to visit.'
Horse and Root are startled, they turn and both ask the same question.
'Who are you?''It's me, George Boole. We were just talking.'
Root exclaims 'That George Boole didn't have facial hair and he was wearing different clothes and he just went around that corner.''Yep, what you say is correct but it's still me, the same George Boole. I brought you a gift from your home world, I think you'll like it. It's the one artifact your people have regretted losing since your planet self destructed. Seems to be important to you guys.'
George hands a small metal box to Root. Root opens the box and stares at the object inside as George quietly walks away.
Horse asks 'What is it Root?'
Root is speechless and hands the box to Horse who looks inside. Like Root, Horse is unable to take his eyes off the object in the box. Eventually they both look up and begin to ask George where he got it. George is gone. Horse and Root run to their new transporter and immediately take the box to their big space ship. Weeks pass. All the Dudes on Earth returned to their big space ship. There are now over a hundred big space ships hanging out in the solar system. All the little gray space ship dudes in hundreds of galaxies are celebrating and talking about Earth and the strange species called humans. The greatest minds in our small part of the universe, many galaxies and thousands of species, are all speculating on how the backwards humans could have provided such a gift to the little gray space ship dudes. Eventually, one special space ship arrives in Earth orbit. In a large meeting hall on the ship, Horse and Root stand before the elected leaders of their entire society. They try to recall and explain every detail of their encounter with the backward human named George Boole. Days pass as the meeting continues uninterrupted. Experts testify to the authenticity of the artifact. Scientists demand it's impossible for George to have provided it. The claims made by Horse and Root are challenged, their integrity called into question. In the end it's decided that they are also incapable of providing the artifact, Horse and Root are vindicated, their story is accepted, a universe holiday is declared. Horse and Root have become highly respected celebrities. They can imagine no higher honor than giving their report to Dude leadership aboard the flagship of the fleet, but what happens next is an event of even greater significance.
'It is the duty of this assembly to show our appreciation to George Boole and all humans. Horse, Root, take us to him.'
Getting the entire group to the surface will take hours with only one transporter installed. Horse and Root are first, along with several of the highest ranking members of their leadership committee.
'Horse, there are no people here. Where are they?'
Horse replies 'I don't know sir, they were here for several days, we got to know them a bit.'
Root chimes in 'We followed every first contact protocol. It all went well. They weren't even surprised to meet us.''Contact the ship and have them scan for life signs. They've got to be here somewhere. Maybe they're scared now that we have so many ships in orbit.'
On the entire planet only one human is found, he's about a mile away. The group hikes to his location where they find him sitting on a rock next to a cave in a canyon. The rock is worn from centuries of people sitting on it. The cave and the area around it appears to be a shrine. There are statues of beings which look similar to the humans along with unusual symbols and writing. This is clearly a special place and George is sitting quietly on a rock staring at the sky.
Horse asks 'George, what are you doing?''I'm waiting for the moon and the stars, they'll be back soon and I've got berries to pick.'
Root asks 'What are you going to do? We don't understand.''I'm going to point in the right direction I hope, with luck. Too bad you're not wearing shoes, you could take em off and sit a spell. Oh well, you can sit a spell anyway.'
George pats the rock, one hand to his right and the other to his left. Horse and Root take seats on either side. George looks to his left at the two Dudes standing next to the rock.
'Hi Gat, hi Aahl, how you doing?'
They look at Horse and ask 'Did we just get Earth names?'
George replies, 'You got them a while ago, or now, or you'll get them sometime. Gat, I really liked the picture you drew for me, you're a hell of a 3d artist and it looks a lot like the capital building from your home planet.'
Confused, the leaders Gat and Aahl decide to remain quiet out of respect for George. Over the next few hours several hundred people wander into the canyon as the transporter works overtime. They're from many species and many different planets. The moon and the stars have come out of hiding, the sun long gone. The entire group stares at George while he stares at the moon and the stars with Horse and Root still occupying positions on the rock on either side of George. Eventually, after several hours of silence sitting on Oogh & Whu's rock...
George utters 'Dark point energy.'
George disappears, no puff of smoke, no transporter buzzing noise, no more George. The people standing in the canyon begin whispering, quietly at first, then louder and louder until hundreds of voices all speaking at once are speculating on what they've seen. What does it mean? Scans of the planet find no humans anywhere. A cold period passes and berries are plentiful in the canyon. Dude society set up a research station on the prairie to pick berries on the historical event. Earth becomes a tourist destination. They built a small city on the prairie near the canyon including an embassy in case the humans return. As the two Dudes with the most human contact, Horse and Root are assigned to lead all activities in the solar system. Everywhere in Dude federation there are people dedicated to research. They need to know the answer. They need to comprehend. For the first time their entire society is intent on one objective, what did the human George Boole mean when he said... yes, every word he said and every move he made is being studied and debated. Are they studying what George wanted them to study? Good ol' George knew what he was doing. He was pointing the same as his namesake was doing long ago in the brief human age of industrialization. Just like his namesake this George missed his mark. The Dudes are only studying George. Years pass while Horse and Root guide the exploration of humanity. They uncover and classify several distinct phases in human development. They have identified the human failure called industrialization and excavated the ruins of major cities the world over. They found human writings, historical documents and phone bills. Horse and Root give an annual "State Of The Humans" address to Dude leadership. It's broadcast and watched by the entire civilization. A celebrity opens the program with the following statement:
'I'm proud to be asked to speak to you today and I've chosen to recite a strange quote from humans. These are the words carved in stone above a cave in a canyon on the uninhabited planet called Earth. "Welcome to the birthplace of human intellect. It died with Whoogh on a distant beach long ago yet was reborn many times. It now lives eternally in the fourth dimension." With that thought, I'm proud to introduce our leading Seekers Of The Fourth Dimension, Horse and Root.'
Horse speaks 'Thank you Alanis. Our progress in the last year has resulted in very little new data concerning human society. Sir George has been examined to the fullest extent. Earth has nothing left to offer us. Root and I suggest discontinuing the research on Earth. Millions wish to stay behind on their own and live their lives as humans. They believe it is the only way to pick berries.'
At this instant, George Boole appears between Horse and Root.
George repeats the words 'Dark point energy. Now, then, always.'
After a gasp from the assembly, Root asks 'Where have you been, where have your people gone?'
George replies 'Give up on Earth, give up on humans, look to yourselves, we can point in the right direction but only you can answer the question. You can't be told the question and you can't be told the answer.'
Horse responds 'We explored the idea of dark point energy for a thousand years. Our science cannot prove the theory.'
George replies 'Horse, it's not science.'
George disappears. At a berry picking convention a group of George sits on rocks in a forest on a distant planet, discussing the plight of the Dudes.
'How do we help them George?''I don't know George.'
A George on a rock about twenty feet away asks 'Did we try only talking to their women?'
Another George reminds him 'In Dudes we can't tell which are men and which are women.''Of all the societies we've tried to help... the Lil Gray Dudes had the best chance. They are the oldest and most advanced with the largest and most stable culture.''Maybe that's the problem, maybe they're too stuck in their ways. Maybe they can never crawl out of the cat's box.''We could try, like what happened to humans on earth, destroy their society before it developed advanced technology. Maybe when they spend thousands of years in turmoil they'll learn the way we did.''Don't even suggest it. That method was ruled out long ago. Even Oogh and Whu learned interference is certain ruin, as soon as they met Bha. We can't interfere, only point. Nothing else can ever work.''Maybe... could we point harder? Louder? Longer?''Can you imagine Horse and Root sitting here with us? What would they say?''I'll go get em if everyone approves.''We can't make that decision alone, the Solnits and Einsteins would agree but the Pascals would never allow it.'
Laughing, a George way in the back 'Let's send the Freuds after the Pascals.''We don't need to start that again no matter how funny it's been in the past.''Seems like there's only a few Freuds left anyway. What happened to the rest?''Most are on a planet near the center, sucking their thumbs and blaming their parents.''Listen up all you George. Everything we've tried in many timelines is always the same result. It's time to give up, we're alone and that's all there is to it!''I call for a vote.''About what?''Next meeting we should have pot roast. I know a Solnit and a Morissette who love everybody and they'll make it if we let them come to the meeting. Everyone agree?'
It's unanimous, pot roast at the next meeting is approved except for a Pascal who sneaked in when nobody was looking, he spent five minutes talking about an owl in a tree as all the George gradually disappeared. Fifty thousand marks on a flat rock have passed and humans are still alone in a life beyond the three dimensions of space. Alone in the fourth dimension, waiting for another species to make the leap of comprehension to join them in the dimension without limits. The phenomenon known as DPE (dark point energy or the fourth dimension) has no dimensional characteristics. It is without height, width and depth. DPE has no mass, no location, no photons, no passage of time. Entering is imperceptible since it never happens, or is always happening depending on your outlook, leaving happens instantly or never or continuously, again depending on your perspective. Where and when you are when you leave is the choice you make as you enter. DPE exists everywhere and nowhere, you only need to perceive it to access it. DPE explains all the wonders of The Universe. It is the source of The Universe and it's the energy which drives The Universe. DPE is the source of and the container for the entire multiverse. A mammoth trap...allowed Oogh & Whu to make theleap to intellectfrom ignorance and fear.Objective comprehension of the failures of human historyallowed the final earthly human society to make the leap to the fourth dimension.It's up to you.The fourth dimension is a common thread, it's intellect, it's comprehension, it's perspective, it's objectivity, it's beauty, it's"The Universe."The fourth dimension is"Delight"and it'sDelightful.It's up to you to bind it all together.We're living it up at the Hotel California!What a lovely segment of a common thread. It's your choice to put the thread segments together to make one common thread to pull down the wall. The process can be slow or instantaneous (epiphany). Chip at the mortar to knock out one brick at a time or pull it all down at once! The reward cannot be calculated. It's been my Delight to point in the right direction. I only wish I could have done it for you when you were much younger, so you could have known the question and the answer for more of your life. Don't yet know the question and answer? Surreal perhaps, in one way, but in another sense it's very real. Pensées in chapter one are all segments to bind into a common thread, like everything in Delight. It's all Intellectual Psychedelia within failure to misunderstand. Keep the entire thread alive at all times. It's your lifelong pin to Persistent Perspective. Read Delight as many times as it takes until you fail to misunderstand. Don't let yer pin get rusty and don't be a tree. Chapter 8 notes:
Dark Point Energy is my whimsy here, one of them. It's an amalgamation of two physics concepts, dark matter and zero point energy. The amalgamation is both, the concept and nomenclature. Nowhere near a theory, it's not even close to a hypothesis. DPE is a vague sense that time is nothing like our perception of it.
The definition of time is right before our eyes, blatantly contained in truths we already fail to misunderstand. We only need to fail to misunderstand the correlation.
I've been plagued by DPE(only named here) since I was about ten years old. DPE is a persistent ephemeral thought, an anachronism of my childhood, always on the verge of epiphany, always beyond reach. DPE is Delightful. Another whimsical item is flat rocks. When I was 13 a girl took me on a hike to a flat rock in the forest, to ask me 50 questions. Flat rocks are in her memory... like berry picking remembers a girl named Tracy. Owls and ostrich are two more, and a young girl's scream, and small white furies, and The Hotel California... are all memories whimsicalized here.
