Scene 6
The Supervisor is as a MINDandRULES personified, a weightless balloon, metaphorically speaking, in the circumference of five universes each averaging about the size of the one the reader exists in, the one containing the Milky Way galaxy. Each universe in the form of a serving plate, let’s say, has a similar composition of seventy percent dark energy, twenty-five percent dark matter, and five percent normal matter.
SheanHe, the Supervisor, is formed as an independent consciousness of the Who, What, Where and How of measurable performance in physics that can be understood within themselves, that is, within spacetime, matter-energy, and physical law, each of the three a selection of the composition of the Supervisor.
The Supervisor observes spacetime, matter-energy and physics within the seed of what exists in all things great and small in five universes. Matter is to an unimaginable Mind in a soul casing small. Gravity is as the pumping heart and its obliging system radiated circulation, a necessary and thus useful friction that rubs life like a poorly struck match which may end up seemingly as useful as the crumbling, almost chaotic remains of a cigarette it once lit. The Supervisor is thus as the cover on a cheap pack of matches or, if you will, the lid on the tempest (the matter and matter-less formanfunctional change a-brewing) in a teapot, even when the teapot appears less than the five seemingly larger universal plates that dwell within it.
The five plates are rotated as one, transported in a circle, with the matter-n-mind juggler, the matched Supervisor, tip-toeing a dance on faint waves of gravity. The ancient Greek concept of the Earth as the center of the universe turned into the hole in Carroll’s rabbit -- an inside out reversing of imagination to a reality of plain existential circumstance in a secret alphabet with an extra indefinable letter. Something not much different from the humanity jammed into the species: homo sapiens.
This is not much different than an eternal black hole, one without charge and rotation. Matter, minds and souls all, particle-like falling into time without a past or future and yet pierce the heart of what is outside and in. Heartansoulanmind, nothing new, nothing more than the initial banging of a cored black hole a non-kernel form, into a white hole and the cosmology of a baby universe is born.
A perspective, more accurate than you might imagine be you Dead or Alive. Threading the needle. Needling the thread. Rotating crops. Cropping rotations. Matter is as much about what it is not as what it is. Mind is not matter. In its conditional, a prepositional verbal rather than a noun, at least in function as far as the Living are concerned. Nouns are matter. Prepositions modify and/or predict what the brain perceives as matter even if it is a natural or induced form of imagination.
State of being verbs are existential whether in imagination or reality. Acts of circumstance surrounding theatre of human perception, that’s how I see it. The circumstance evolves causing the human species to evolve with it.
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Takis sat listening to the nature of the mind at work. From the leaf of a concept being fed from the root. In this case the leaf is the act of being human and being Dead. The main vein of the leaf is the River Styx. The mind runs back through the Styx to the Branch, the Branch to the Limb, Limb to Trunk and Trunk to Root. Growth, thought Takis, is not where the mind has been but where the leaf is expanding. The leaf takes up space. The mind does not. The Dead want to return to real time. The mind knows it has no need of real time. Imagination is the spring in the feet of hope’s dance. Without our imagination we lose our height. Without our height we lose our dignity. Without our dignity we lose what we brought with us from the Living, our freedom to think. Osmosis needs photosynthesis not rebellion.
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You spent the day working in the yard and also sitting on a variety of outside chairs observing the nature of Spring at work. Growing plants, rabbits and bunnies, and birds nesting with baby birds. Almost time for bed and you finished scene six for now. Scene seven will focus on Takis and his grandchild, human's genetic Mother. Post. - Amorella.
This has been a good day to observe nature. Only a half hour on the computer and so far, none on the iPad.
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