And in the ancient light that bathes us all,
The cosmic background’s rippled waterfall,
We find at last the pattern’s sacred trace:
The hologram from which all shadows fall.

As Bohm proposed, the cosmos flows and streams,
A vast implicate order beyond dreams,
Where wholeness dwells in every finite space
And time itself is not quite what it seems.

Bohm, too, suggested that the whole universe could be thought of as a kind of giant, flowing hologram, or holo-movement, in which a total order is contained, in some implicit sense, in the same finite space. In reality, time is an illusion.

The solid world that meets our searching eyes
Is but projection from more subtle skies,
Unfolding and enfolding endlessly
As particles dissolve and crystallize.

The explicate order is a projection from higher dimen–sional levels of reality, and the apparent stability and solidity of the objects and entities composing it are generated and sustained by a ceaseless process of enfoldment and unfoldment, for the illusions of sub–atomic particles are constantly dissolving into the implicate order and then recrystallizing.

Like frames of film that flicker swift and bright,
Reality performs its dance of light,
Too quick for mortal minds to comprehend
The constant flux of day dissolved in night.

Our reality dissolves and reforms in a constant dance that, like moving pictures, cannot be perceived.

In dreams we glimpse this virtual display,
This matrix where our consciousness holds sway,
And wonder: might we craft such worlds ourselves?
(Dear Spielberg, have we got a role to play?)

We knew that this same type of stunning virtual reality was likely, for it is presented to us in our night dreams for our amusement or self-improvement, or some such reason. It would be interesting to know more of how the holographic reality operates, of course, so we could get to the next step, maybe even build our own virtual reality. Mr. Spielberg would surely buy into that.

Dreams as Cinema

Each night when slumber draws its velvet screen,
A filmmaker unknown sets forth unseen,
To craft such tales as Hollywood might prize—
More vivid than what waking eyes have seen.

Within these plays, we soar on wings of thought,
Through jungle depths where physics counts for naught,
While viewpoints shift like master-crafted scenes—
Such artistry no mortal hand has wrought.

Perhaps, instead of building a virtual reality, though, we could tap into the one that already exists within us and is flexible enough to produce great movies: again, our own night dreams. If we could only record them, keeping the ones with movie quality film and exciting story lines, we could make and sell movies without paying millions of dollars to writers, directors, actors, and filmers.

What cosmic force directs these nightly shows,
Where characters emerge none living knows,
Where music lingers past the morning light,
And wisdom deeper than our learning flows?

But who or what is the source of these night dream movies? Who is the producer, the director, etc.—for night dreams seem to contain surprises, a production capacity way beyond that of ourselves, of people acting in character modes that we as individuals might not even possess, say, that of being singers or comedians or whatever.

Perhaps we need not build new worlds to find
The greatest spectacles of humankind;
They dwell already in our dreaming hearts,
These films no earthly studio designed.

For in that space between our sleep and wake,
What masterworks does consciousness forsake?
If we could capture but a fragment’s worth,
What fortunes might these phantom pictures make!

Yet deeper still the mystery remains:
What power fills our minds with these refrains?
What hidden talents lurk beneath our thoughts,
To birth such art within our sleeping brains?

So let us pause before these nightly plays,
And contemplate their meaning through the haze;
For in these dreams might lie some greater truth
About reality’s mysterious ways.

I have many lucid dreams and observe them closely; they are really quite spectacular. Sometimes, I just watch; other times I amaze the onlookers with my ability to fly and hover. One time, some music kept playing for a minute or so after I awoke. Other times, I am just amused by the viewpoint: I was in a plane that was crashing through a jungle, but the viewpoint suddenly switched to one that was from outside the plane, just as real movies do. So, dreams, their mere happening, should be telling us something remarkable about reality, and these kinds of clues are what I try to make significance of.

THE HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE

When a tree falls in the forest
And there’s no one around to hear it,
Does it make a sound?

No, for there is no ear to turn
The sound waves into sound.

Nor is there a smell, for there is no nose
For the odorous molecules to attach to,
Nor has it any color, for there is
No retina to decode the light frequencies.

What does it look like, then?

It doesn’t look like anything,
For there is no brain to put it all together
By detecting form, color, texture,
Size, taste, smell, or vision.

Since the entropy of a black hole is known
To depend on the surface area of
The event horizon and NOT on its volume,
Then our third dimension MIGHT BE a projection.

A projected illusion, as in a hologram,
May still be used as it were really there
Since we can make sense of it, so to speak,
But, in truth, the third dimension may not exist.

Thus, apparently separate particles,
Like created photon pairs,
Copy the other when one is changed,
Because, in truth, they are still
The same thing in the projector room.

If the universe is holographic,
Then the tree in the forest,
Whether seen or not,

Is, at heart, an interference pattern
Brought to life only when we tune it in.

This is the mystery of the realness
Of sleeping dreams revealed:
We tune in to the interference patterns,
Whether awake or asleep,
To bring alive the reality projected.

Everything connects to everything else
Through overlapping interference patterns,
And so nothing is so separate at all, as it seems,
But is one large all-encompassing whole.

Memory, too, seems to be holographic,
Residing everywhere in the brain,
Every piece associated with others related,
Instantly broadcasting all the connections.

Every part of a hologram contains the whole,
The whole universe contained within
A grain of sand, all eternity within a moment,
The universe rumbling when an electron vibrates.

We are part and parcel of everything—
We are the cosmos; we are life; we are love;
We are all that is; we are the creator
Of the dance as well as the dancer.

Whether the past is recorded and accessible
As part of the holographic whole is not known
Or whether the other two dimensions are
Projected, as well, but perhaps we shall see.

This then is the secret of the universe,
Knowing of that which underlies all reality:
Fundamental, absolute, indestructible,
Omnipresent, indeterminate, but all pervasive.
Why absolute and fundamental?

Because it is made of one piece—itself,
And therefore indestructible, and eternal, too,
And makes up all that there is, everywhere.

The no-place of no laws is the first cause,
Requiring nothing but the same ‘because’.
Forever and always anything goes,
This being the final answer to the TOEs.

Existents are not infinitely old:
The tale of their making is ever told;
They’re not unbreakable/unmakeable;
They are ‘sum-thing’—zero-sum formable.

Existents ever back to ‘no-thing’ trace,
Such as this universe, now in a race,
Even accelerating, from ‘no-thing’,
From the fuel that can never stop giving.

The null balance continues, remains, then,
As the reason things can’t be so frozen
That they don’t react, nor so fleeting
That all remains as chaos everlasting.

Confirmation abounds: as space and time,
Charge polarity, matter and its anti,
Kinetic/potential—stuff/gravity,
Smallest and largest, and reason and rhyme.

As per the explosive Big Bang Theory,
Our own ‘verse appeared, nearly instantly,
Going from not there to here, inflating—
A low probability happening.

As for ‘no-thing’, we knew it all along,
Philosophically, logically—as strong,
And now, factly—the triad that we love,
For there’s ‘no-thing’ to make anything of.

What meaning, then, of every- from ‘no-thing’?
Well, there was no option, no deciding—
Information’s content’s in the same row,
For both ‘no-thing’ and everything: zero.

Stillness/nonexistence/no-thing/zero
Is the root of all, where anything goes,
As the state cannot remain, unconstrained,
For that state is perfectly unstable.

This bottom, default condition must leak,
Making movement natural, so to speak,
Not quietus, and, even afterwards,
Everything still moves, outward—every-ward.

The above is the basis-eternal,
Or as best as ‘forever’ we can call,
There being nothing before that state,
Or at least more nothing, at any rate.

The state is anywhere and everywhere,
Nothing beyond it but itself out there,
Which extent could be called as ‘infinite’—
A first cause has nil outside/before it.

So, we have reached the simplest state of all,
Through the simpler, to where we get our call,
From up here, where we are, as composite,
From organs, cells, molecules, atoms, and bits.

In the greater Cosmos, everything happens,
Universes everywhere, working/flattened,
Some even the same, having more of us,
Even many times over—no big fuss,

Cause-and-effect must then do what it does,
For all that will be, now, or ever was.
Events, and will, must depend on something,
Or the air-headed chimes would be ringing.

We are as tourists along for the ride,
Plus more, since ever within the play.
It seems new: we’re not on the scripted side—
There is fun and enjoyment through the day.

Nothing cannot be, so, then, something must—
That is all there is to tell of our crust
In a parentheses of eternity
Live, null’s paternity-maternity.

The largest is so large, near everywhere,
Since the smallest is so small, barely there.
At the mid-point, there’s finite unity,
We’re suspended there, hovering entirely.

The nonexistence of Nothing must then be
Neutral and symmetrical, totally,
While existence within nonexistence
Must be polar—as asymmetrical.

Matter/anti are each half of ‘at large’,
Being polar and opposite in charge,
While photons represent all of the cosmos,
Being neutral, as both plus and minus.

In free space, there can only be two, yes,
Two stable charged matter particles,
Electrons and protons (makes atoms),
With no lasting uncharged neutron sums.

And, so, too, there can only be but one
Uncharged energy particle:
The photon, one, the sinusoidal wave,
And zero charged energy particles.

Oppositional-transitional schemes
Abound, such as the strong/weak nuclear
Versus the trans-electric-magnetic,
And space/matter versus past-now-future.

The void pulsates in a structured sequence.
A field is present throughout space immense,
Out of which all particles must ‘condense’—
Occurring where the field’s extremely intense.

Atoms are tied bundles of inertia,
Knots in the field and fabric of space;
Yet matter defines the structure of space…
The Yin is in the Yang, and vice-versa!

It is to this world that we are fine-tuned
By evolution—millions of species loomed,
And so we may not do so well elsewhere:
But Earth’s not always—we should go somewhere.

There is reality ‘out there’, for sure;
We have senses to take it in, as pure.
The brain paints a useful face upon it,
Such as colors for wave frequencies, etc.

Consciousness is ever a brain process,
One which can be halted, never-the-less,
By anesthesia, poison/drugs,
A blow to the head, a faint, or by sleep.

Change the brain and consciousness changes too.
Take drugs and the emotions change, anew.
Damage the brain and the mind’s damaged too.
Consciousness emerges only from the brain!

In identifying consciousness,
We often confuse what is floating in
The stream of consciousness with the water itself;
Thus, we note not the sea in which we ‘see’.

The brain interprets reality and puts
A face on the waves of sound, light, color, touch,
And a sense on molecules’ smell and taste.
Consciousness is the brain’s perception of itself.

Consciousness mediates thoughts versus outcomes
And is distributed all over the body,
From the nerve spindles to the spine to the brain,
A way to actionize without committing.

Conscious Awareness, which can but witness,
Is a safe haven from which to observe
The drama of our lives playing in our minds,
Granting us a sobering distance from it.

Why three space dimensions, plus one of time?
There must be three dimensions because
The singularity/nothingness demands
Existential closure—to nonexistence…

Which demands the compositional parity
Of positive and negative, as charge,
Which in turn demands that space be cubic:
Dimensionality inevitable!

The three space dimensions are compositional,
So the nullification of existence
At totality must be carried out
Via electric charge polarity,
An aspect of time, along with motion.

Over Man came the Triumph of Love
But Chastity gave it quite a shove;
However, Death then all conquered,
But this was not the final word…

For Time happily reigned over all,
Or so it thought—as its thrall,
But, Divinity vanquished its trend;
Yet, still, this was not the end…

For, as ever, the basis was left to sting,
Since Nothing overwhelms everything.

Something does not compute about the way
Thought—of eternity/infinity,
In that duration of eternity
Of all the past has already happened…

And that the extent of an infinity
Has been attained. Neither can be, as thought.
There can be ‘boundless’ without infinite—

Boundless surfaces enclose finite spheres…
They just go round and round, never ending.
N dimensions can be bounded by n-1.
A 1D line bounds a 2D finite plane.
A 0D point bounds a 1D line.

It could be that boundless 3D space bounds
A 4D finite hypervolume hypercube.
This arrangement is all extent (distance),
But, inside, one distance converts to time,
By the speed of light, as spacetime distance.

Hypervolume (distance^4) =
c(distance/time) * spacetime(distance^3 * time)

So, time is but internal to spacetime,
Being just a difference of space(s).

So, there is no time, then, externally,
And, internally, everything happens,
In the boundless ‘eternity’ within,

Happening over and over again,

As well as many times, too, everywhere,
In the boundless ‘infinity’ within.

The Cosmos contains its own history,
As well as its own ‘infinite’ spacetime.
Everything and every-time, both boundless,
Doth go round and round, perpetually.

Eternal causes cannot happen,
And so these must be equation-replaced—
The zero-sum balance that provides for the
Conservation laws ultimately precise.

Infinite extent cannot be, and so
There must be return from it, although it
Goes round and round, but seeming infinite.
Space(s) is/are a difference of time(s).

And it is still that existence has to be
Of nonexistence—there’s no other source.

We are faced with two seeming paradoxes:
A distribution of nothing versus
The same exact base forever, unmade.
One has to give, and must give, and does so.

The notion of the same exact stuff, as just
Sitting around and being there, as is,
Begs the question’s answer for more reasons.
Why its total amount, for example?

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Neither Nothing nor Infinite can be,
Like the same as that neither complete vacuum
Nor total solidness is possible—
The midpoint is finite unity (1).

It’s as if Infinite * Nothing = 1.
Or is it Infinite * Infinitesimal = 1?

As Nothing cannot be, something must be,
But it can’t be infinitely solid.

There can’t be stillness, which would be ‘no time’’;
There can’t be ‘all at once’; mid-point is ‘now’.

It’s as if Stillness * All-At-Once = Now.
Or the Slow Moves * Really Fast Moves = Now?

As stillness cannot be, motion must be,
But it can’t be of an unlimited speed.
Eternity can’t be; time’s secondary.
Infinity can’t be; there’s round and round.

Infinite can’t be, not the largest nor smallest:
The finite is their difference or product.
Eternal can’t be, not past’s nor future’s,
So, ‘now’ is ever-present, ever ‘here’.

Only ‘no-thing' can make basic thing(s).
There’s no other source, no way around it!
We have to deal with this, but it goes as
Kinetic stuff, of gravity’s potential.

Did a lack of anything (no-thing) remain?
We know that it didn’t, for there’s something.

What rules/limits would apply to ‘no-thing'?
None, for that state would have no laws at all.

This means that anything goes, for ‘no-thing’,
And when anything goes, something workable
Comes out of it. This is ‘Possibility’,
And it must be the default position.

Either basic stuff always existed
Or stuff is forever made from nothing.
If always, the stuff is a set amount—
Stuff cannot have always been, in that count;

There would have been no point at which its total
Could have been specified, nor its makeup;
Therefore, this forces the other option,
That of a zero-sum distribution—
Balanced opposites—nature-confirmed.

Since all from nothing must be so, we know
That a state of the lack of anything
Must be unstable, that anything goes,

Since the state is lawless—so arrangements
Of various basic things may occur,
Some of which can form working universes.

There are no past-eternals beyond nothing;
All supposed past-eternal things end,
With nothing. Eternals, and infinites,
In actuality, can never complete.

In good time, millions of species arrived,
This taking billions of the years gone by.
There’s no past-eternal to our universe,
For it is about 14 billion years old.

It may disperse unto photons, but not
To infinity for eternity,
For those endings can never be attained,
As ‘never-ending’ can’t ever be reached.

Our sun is quite usable for about
3-5 billion more years, and we’re on
An outermost arm of the galaxy,
A safe place, from the wild galactic core.

While not fully made in the shade, on Earth,
It’s still a great place, since most of it works.
Hydrogen and Carbon Dioxide
Made organics; one cell entered another.

All things had beginnings, like electrons,
Life, rocks, solar systems, or Gods supposed;
So none can be First and Fundamental—
There’s no complex from Complex from COMPLEX.

We have ‘emergence’ proceeding apace,
In all, but ‘apace’ is restrained by time,
Yet all things eventually decay/fade,
The universe unwinding, like a spring.

This slow decay allows for assemblies,
Such as flowers, trading local gains for
Losses, in quality of substance,
Though not in quantity of substance.

Of substance’s and energy’s balance,
Dispersion, and decay of quality
Comes the emergence of what we would call
Change, vision, growth, and more complexity.

The universe bubbled out of ‘nothing’,
Pluses forming matter; minuses residing in forces,
All in perfect balance, self-sufficient,
Needing nothing outside of itself, zilch.

Existence is a zero-balance tree,
Of opposites: matter and its anti,
Opposing charge, the weak versus strong force;
All from ‘nothing’, to form reality.

Totality cannot to limits cling,
Or it wouldn’t be All, so it’s bounding
None, granting eternity’s duration,
And infinity’s extent: everything.

Meat Loaf sang what he wouldn’t do for love,
While country music titles soared above
All reason’s reach (we’ll leave those well alone),
As culture shifted like a hand-switched glove.

Meat Loaf recorded his greatest song of ‘I’ll Do Anything for Love, But I Won’t Do That.’ Let’s not get into country music song titles.

Through currents twisted by the cosmic dance,
Past Albuquerque’s dangerous circumstance,
Nobody swam (no butterfly allowed!)
Till Earth 2025 came into glance.

All applauded his return, giving a great reception to the improver of reception, and told him of Earth’s many new marvels, for

That tin-foil fix worked magic past all hope:

The tin foil had beat the odds, accomplishing some fantastic things:

The world bloomed color’s full kaleidoscope!
The fifties saw both life and TV shine,
As black and white lost their restricted scope.

Color had arrived in the world, along with color TV, in the late 1950’s (just look at the black and white TV shows made before then for proof).

High Definition brought its crystal view
(Perhaps too crystal—showing pimples too);
While Earth embraced its newly sharpened sight,
And welcomed home the one who made it true.

High Definition had arrived, as well, which allowed us to examine in great detail the pimples on a person’s face.

They celebrated he who dared to swim
Through time’s deep waters, both bright and dim;
Who fixed reception’s cosmic crystal set,
Though language quirks still followed every whim.

For in this tale of temporal repair,
Where words shift meaning through the quantum air,
Nobody proved that sometimes tinfoil dreams
Can make reality beyond compare.

Three gifts of heaven grace our mortal sphere:
Sweet flowers’ bloom, night visions crystal clear,
And elfin folk who dance twixt earth and sky—
Though some, like fallen angels, prove not dear.

Three types of “heavenly” things had become permanent features of the world: flowers, night dreams, and elfin creatures, the latter of which were the long sought missing link between man and angel (unfortunately some angels had gone bad, although many had remained good, and thus many leprechauns couldn’t be trusted).

The Dark Age lifted sooner than before,
As Y1K brought wisdom to restore;

The Dark Ages had gotten brighter sooner (the Y1K problem),

The printing press, a century advanced,
Spread knowledge wide from learning’s sacred store.

the printing press had been invented a century sooner,

In Oxford’s halls, a humble sweeper found
Old Omar’s verses, dormant underground;
While Plato’s newest thoughts lay close beside,
‘Beyond Metaphysics,’ wisdom newly crowned.

a book of Omar Khayyàm’s thousand year old quatrains was discovered in the Bodleian library by a janitor, not having been noticed there before, along with Plato’s new book of the month, ‘Beyond Metaphysics’.

The Bard unblocked his pen (no fish required),
His genius finally fully fired;
While gentle blondes sought gentler company,
And Magdalene’s true story was acquired.

Someone named Shakespeare had gotten over his writer’s block of trying to open a lock with a fish and so had written some of the greatest stuff ever. Blondes began to prefer gentlemen. James the Lesser was shown to really have less, actually being Mary Magdelane.

The iPod’s tune drew minds from reality,
As Apple’s fruit grew sweeter on the tree;

and Apple computers and products were improving and catching on to let us tune out reality (of all things) with the ipod.

While sixty summers now seemed young indeed—
Ten years more life, a gift of destiny.

Ten years had been added to the human life span, meaning that sixty was not old anymore!

Cartoons kept the children in their sway,
While Kovacs’ words on TV held their day—
That “medium” meant excellence was rare—
And thus we learned to cast the worst away.

However, we were stuck with cartoons, but, hey, they keep kids busy! Ernie Kovak’s saying of ‘Television is a medium because anything well done is rare’ still stood firm, but we could better see what was worthless.

Though strangers bid us each a pleasant time,
Their plans might lead to regions more sublime;

People still told others to ‘Have a nice day’ even though they probably had other plans.

And even on the phone, hands dance through air,
As gesture preceded verbal rhyme.

Everyone still talked with their hands, even while on the phone, indicating that gestures had proceeded language.

Now men with nipples walk beneath the sun,
While consciousness, once naps had come undone,
Grew bright as dawn—yet some cared not to share
The wisdom that enlightenment had won.

However, men now had nipples, but no matter. Enlightenment grew bright, consciousness becoming more that just ‘that boring time between naps’, but some still didn’t know and didn’t care one way or the other to know the difference between ignorance, apathy, and ambivalence.

Why call a “building” when its build is done?
Such puzzles leave us wondering, just for fun;

As for why a ‘building; was called that after it was built, no one knew.

And why’s a thesaurus not some ancient heir
To dinosaurs whose time has long since run?

And why wasn’t a thesaurus a type of dinosaur?

Behold! A color new had come to stay—
Not found in rainbow’s arc of light’s display:
’Twas brown that graced our world with earthen hue,

A new and useful color had appeared that was not even in the rainbow: brown.

While humor spread through words in fresh wordplay.

Humor was now more widespread, due to expanded and duplicate word meanings.

The penny candy rose to nickel’s height,

And cigarettes blazed forth at costs to fright;
I insured each pack against their doom—
Small fires claimed them in the quiet night.

Cigarettes now cost $1000 a pack. I insured all of my packs, but they were eventually consumed by a series of small fires.

The court dismissed my claims with stern disdain,
And branded me an arsonist in pain;

My insurance company wouldn’t pay, so I took them to court, where I was convicted of arson.

Yet still the world grew better than before—
The worst was merely “worser” in its strain.

However, all in all, the world was a better place, in that the worst times were now only the ‘worser’.

Poor Pluto’s been banished to the underworld,
Charon rowing him to the Land of the Forgotten.
Schoolchildren petitioned for his return,
But he was voted off of the solar island.

On ToeQuest, souls were gifted yearly flight
Around the sun—with Poughkeepsie’s delight;
Second place earned two trips to that town fair,
Third place got three—oh what a curious plight!

Everyone on ToeQuest was awarded a free annual trip around the sun and one special trip to Poughkeepsie, NY. Second place was two trips to Poughkeepsie; third place, three trips to Poughkeepsie.

One rigid mode of thought’s score
Consumes the other with folklore,
Unbending, unyielding with perfect defense,
To orchestrate life’s symphony at the song’s expense.

We’re happy to ferret out the truth;
However, when subjected to the proof,
We wish that the coin could stand on its edge,
But see that it cannot, which is knowledge.

So lets define the world and human existence
On a couple hundred years of material witness,
Or burn the measuring eye to the stake!
After all, our freedom’s what it seeks to forsake!

Evolution didn’t work by chance for us to live,
For natural selection is the scientific alternative
To Intelligent Design from something outside;
The coin of determination has no other side.

The secret is simply that a secret does exist
And no amount of data can take away this,
But this doesn’t mean a ghost in the machinery;
Perhaps the heart isn’t just a pump, the liver a refinery.

We often forget the secret, willingly,
In order to live life excitingly,
Which it still would be, either way,
As we’re still part of the play, anyway.

But of course there is a past of ‘whethers’
Through which we’ve been weathered;
Surely we are moved as dust from gust to gust,
But is two-twice-two as four always a must?

Math, too, is a must, and we try, as ever,
To predict a week ahead the weather,
Yet the data are to much to work with,
But indetermination measures not random’s width.

Is not an unfree will a blatant contradiction
Developed from the an ‘enlightened conviction’?
If I’ve made a choice then I have willed it,
And if it’s been willed then freedom’s fulfilled it.

This is what I mean, that the will willed one’s self,
Which is that one does not will the will itself.
The neurons vote, based on who one is;
Naught else is there to answer the quiz.

And of course it’s in and of a misguided pit
To say that from the past we’ve distilled it.
Is not the idea of complete self-autonomy a ruse
Born from the illusion of the existentialist blues?

We distill what comes into us, too,
For it has to become part of us, new,
For mirror neurons act it out, while we are still,
Invading our sanctum and altering the will.

But of course, this is to be much expected
From a culture that lacks all mythical perspective.
’Nonsense’ we call it, a virtue of not thinking,
From which we have long since been departing,
So now will behold in all its transparency
Beyond childish ideals of essence and archaic fantasy.

That’s close, but it’s thinking that has grown,
By science and logic informed from reason sown,
In place of feeling, sensation, wishes, and the pleas
To have the universe be what it ought to be.

Do not distort with a desire for meaning.
Oh, the babe, lets leave the child a’weening,
But I ask of you: have you not tried ‘in-betweening?

There are two ways of living, at times merging,
One of just state of being, of its only showing,
And one of the being plus the under-knowing,
Though when with wife, we say not of hormoning.

And in that same breath we say all is forgiven;
Why hold humans responsible, leading to derision?
Of course an eye for an eye was an unjust decision
Well, we have a system that draws a line between
A crime of passion and a thought-out, sought-for infliction.

“The universe made me do it,” says the accused,
And the Judge replies, “Well, this does excuse,
But I still have to sentence you to the pen,
Until the universe can’t make you do it again,”

Why must it be a question of absolute freedom
As complete randomness over an unbending system
That structures everything that ever was, is, and will be,
Right down to the elementary structures of incomprehensibility.

What is set forth in the beginning
Is ever of itself continuing,
Restrained by time, yes, but unfolding,
For there is nothing else inputting.

I may understand why this has to be;
I have felt the rapture of black and white toxicity,
But why subjugate all possibility for novelty?

It will still be novel, even such as a new parking lot,
For the dopamine neurotransmitters will stir the pot.
New is still new, on the grand tour through life,
But do some predicting, to then avoid some strife.

Can such a thought hope to cast a wrench into these gears,
A tool so heavy that dissuades all of our fears?
Will all order and inertia be torn asunder?
Will we have giant ants wearing top hats over,
With all rationality considered a blunder?

The truth was not sought to drop a spanner into the works,
But turns out to grant more of compassion’s perks
For those afflicted with the inability for learning,
We eliminating great annoyances burning.

Am I simply a delusional puddle here,
Perceiving just my liquid perimeter,
As I think to myself I can control
The very rain that expands my rule.
And the humidity that thins.
Should I condemn as that which sins?

There are no sins, but just destiny’s fate,
Which even includes one’s learnings of late.
We are whirl-pools, of the same oscillations,
Some lasting, but of the same instantiations.

Perhaps the secret’s not in what we change,
But how we dance with things that seem so strange;
For human minds can rationalize it all,
Till even quantum ripples find their range.

The bridge began to crumble into night,
As cell phones chimed their warning of his plight;
Just about then, the moth-eaten walkway began its collapse, and all the cell-phoners quickly warned Nobody, for they could see the whole scene unfolding before their eyes knew about it.

A chorus crying “Run!” through digital space,

“Run!” they all said in unison, and with text messages, as well. “Run for your life. Get out of there. The bridge…“

Before roaming charges killed their satellite.

All contact was lost, for Nobody’s cell phone roaming charges had become astronomical and overdue, causing his account to be canceled.

Then Nothing stretched beneath Nobody’s feet—
That paradox where void and being meet;
Yet cartoon physics granted precious time,
Till consciousness could make the fall complete.

For like the coyote suspended high,
Who falls not till he knows the reason why,
Nobody hung between the now and then,
While reality pondered how to fly.

There was now nothing but nothing under Nobody’s feet, an impossibility, of course, for nothing can’t exist, but it was there, never the less; however, Nobody didn’t begin to fall right away, as in cartoons when no one falls until they realize through consciousness that there is nothing holding them up,

That second’s grace proved all he’d need to act:
A strip of foil (humanity’s last pact
Against the reign of sitcom, Paris, fame)
He fixed upon the antenna, skill intact.

and so he gained a precious second and leapt, just in time, back onto the falling bridge, having had the presence of mind during that split second of warning to attach a piece of tin foil to the antenna, a last ditch attempt to help humanity progress beyond TV sitcoms, Lindsey Lohan, and Paris Hilton.

Then leapt back to the bridge’s falling span,
As fast as light (which faster then!) he ran;
While planks dissolved like quantum foam behind,
He raced ahead of time’s unraveling plan.

He moved quickly and soon accelerated to the speed of light, which was a lot faster back then, on the bridge that was literally (or virtually) crumbling as he ran across it.

The cell phones dead, their warnings lost to space,
As cosmic bills came due with mounting grace;
Yet Nobody outran reality’s collapse,
While saving us from entertainment’s face.

One final gift before the bridge gave way:
A tune-up of our cosmic DNA,
That might just lift our spirits higher than
The Hilton heiress’ latest cabaret.

Through nothing and through something swift he fled,
While watchers held their breath in quantum dread;
For in this race ‘tween Nobody and void,
All future culture hung by tinfoil thread.

Perhaps in ages hence we’ll mark this day,
When Nothing nearly won its cosmic sway;
Yet Nobody outran the speed of light,
To save us all from reality TV’s decay.

Concern crept in on cat-soft padding feet,
While Worry, Woe, and Grimness took their seat;
A bill collector joined their somber crowd,
As silence made their gathering complete.

No one knew where Nobody was or if he did nothing or didn’t do nothing. Concern set in. Worry followed. Despair appeared. Woe rang the doorbell. Grimness sat on the front steps. A bill collector drove up.

Poor Rascal Googled through his anxious hours,
While Graybeard’s eyes left Virgo’s virgin bowers;
“Chaste makes waste,” he muttered, one eye closed,
His unopened beer still holding hidden powers.

Rascal saddened, but kept Googling to keep his mind busy, while Graybeard stopped ogling the virgin super clusters of Virgo with both of his naked eyes, although noting, ‘chaste makes waste’, keeping one eye open, and even put off the opening of a beer.

And Fredrick, misty-eyed, recalled the days
With Nobody—all good in memory’s haze;

Fredrick, getting all teary eyed, tried to remember the good times with Nobody. Well, that was easy; they were all good times.

While RascalPuff checked copyrights with care,
His language tied in Nobody-thought maze.

RascalPuff checked all of his copyrights. “Darn, they’re still there.”

“Why is Nobody home?” the question runs,
“And what means what when meaning itself stuns?“

“Why is there no sign of Nobody and why is Nobody not home, and what is the meaning of what I am saying? Or not.”

Perhaps we should just ask the teenagers,
Who know it all, as every parent shuns.

Well, although we are all supposed to know ‘everything’, or at least the theory of, we might as well just ask our teen-age offspring, for they know it all.

Michael rose from his digital retreat,

Michael left his lounge chair and put down his laptop.

While Austin fed sea birds their french-fried treat;
A thousand gulls pursued his fleeing form,
As children filmed their father’s swift defeat.

Austin, although silently alarmed, fed french fries to a thousand seagulls, his step-kids laughing and taking a video of it… until he ran towards the kids, throwing more fries to lead the flapping flock onward toward them.

What paradox when Nobody is lost!
What semantic games our minds are tossed!
For how can Nobody be missing here,
When Nobody was never here across?

The seagulls whirl like quantum possibilities,
While french fries plot their aerial trajectories;
And somewhere in the void of space and time,
Nobody’s presence haunts these mysteries.

Let teenagers explain it all away,
While bill collectors darken wisdom’s day;
For in this pause between the now and then,
We wait for Nobody to find his way.

Perhaps he did nothing, or nothing did,
Or something else behind these words lies hid;
While we prepare remembrance just in case,
And wonder what of Nothing might be rid.

Austin thought that Nobody might never make it, and began preparing a remembrance.

The Possibility of Being

This is the creature there has never been.
They never knew it, and yet, none the less,
They loved the way it moved, its suppleness,
Its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.

Not there, because they loved it,
It behaved as though it were.
They always left some space.
And in that clear unpeopled space they saved
It lightly reared its head,
With scarce a trace of not being there.

They fed it, not with corn,
But only with the possibility of being.
And that was able to confer such strength,
Its brow put forth a horn. One horn.
Whitely it stole up to a maid —
To be within the silver mirror and in her.
(from Sonnets To Orpheus Second Part, R. M. Rilke)

In Honor Of Nobody,

Who can under-stand the universe,
Not even needing a place to stand,
That is nowhere and everywhere,
A wizard creating something of nothing,
Whose imagination reaches the edge
Of forever, beyond, and before.

In honor of our Nobody we sing,
Who needed not a place for anything;
Everywhere and nowhere was his realm,
As wizard of the nothing everything.

Beyond the edge where atoms lose their way,
Where electromagnetic forces fray,
He walked through nothing’s thin and empty air,
To tune the cosmic broadcast of our day.

The Edge of the Universe

Existence extends its electromagnetic preach
As far as its atomic influences can reach;
Beyond all of that there is nothing there
But the naught of very thin ‘air’. (nothing)

Poor Profpat, missed two payments on his car,
Then turned to dig up treasures near and far;

Profpat, sidelined by so many recent TOE readings and contributions, had gotten back on his feet by missing two car payments. His career now in ruins, he switched to archeology.

While MJA proclaimed with wisdom true:
“Most equal man that ever crossed our star.”

MJA said, “Nobody was the most equal man I ever knew.”

Lloyd puzzled time and fruit flies’ dance through space,

Lloyd pondered the linguistics of “Time flies like a bird and fruit flies like a banana”.

While Steven’s map showed every here and place;
For when you seek the spot where you might stand,
You find it marks existence’s every trace.

Steven Wright said, “I have an existential map. It has ‘You are here’ written all over it.”

His imagination reached beyond the rim
Where space and time grow gossamer and dim;
Through forever’s edge he dared to walk,
To fix the signal growing faint and grim.

Some days the universe resists our will,
While others burn with fire stranger still;
Yet Nobody dared dance through nothing’s realm,
Where only he could cure existence’s ill.

Meat Loaf sang, “Some days it don’t come easy… and these are the days that never end… and some nights are breathing fire… and some night are nothing I felt or seen before… or will again… no one else can save you now but you…”

So let us praise the one who dared to stride
Where something meets with nothing, side by side;
Who proved that nowhere is a place to be,
When reality needs someone to guide.

For in this tale of cosmic repair’s art,
Nobody played the most essential part:
The one who could step past existence’s edge,
To tune the signal where all wonders start.

Robert finally asked for a minute of silence on ToeQuest.

In solemn silence ToeQuest bowed its head,
While Time’s components walked with mournful tread:
Sad Yesteryear and Forever came,
With Why and How and Where, by sorrow led.

The Procession of the Constituents of Reality

Sad Yesteryear, Forever, and Everywhere,
They all came, to weep for Nobody Nowhere,
With Why and How, Then, Now,
When, and What and Where,
Led but by their tears and sorrow. Your posts zing
With things that ‘none’ can bring: Everything.

The minutes crawled like Florida’s slow lane,
Where elderly folks make young folks complain;

More time passed, as the minutes went by like slugs and snails slowed down by older slugs and snails in their way, like when we get stuck walking behind old people in Florida.

Till Yogi spoke his twisted wisdom true:
“The future’s not what once it used to strain!”

Yogi Berra suddenly came out with “The future isn’t what it used to be.”

But Fredrick smiled at negatives turned bright,
For in his numbered days he’d seen the light:
Though plus and minus sum to nothing’s null,
The difference holds the wisdom of their flight.

Fredrick smiled. Although Yogi’s typical observation sounded like it had a negative connotation, Fredrick knew better, for many negatives had been developed into positives during his days of study that were numbered as the dates of his calendar. Also, although all the pluses and minuses added up to zero, Fredrick had the wisdom to know the difference, as well.

“He lives!” cried Fredrick, joy beyond compare,
“Where no man’s gone before—and please don’t dare
Suggest I mean the ladies’ room!” His heart
Knew Nobody still wandered somewhere there.

“He’s alive!” said Fredrick. “He’s out there somewhere! …where no man has gone before. And I don’t mean the ladies room!”

Then Profpat listed ways he hadn’t gone:
Not departed, passed, expired, or drawn
To better realms—till Graybeard cut him short:
“You mean die?” “Yes.” “That’s last upon his lawn!”

Profpat posted, “I knew he wouldn’t depart, pass on, leave us, expire, perish, pass away, decease, or go to a better place.”
Graybeard hinted, “You mean die?“
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s the last thing he’s going to do.”

For how can Nobody depart our sphere,
When nowhere is the place he holds most dear?
And how can nothing claim the one who walked
Through spaces where no something could appear?

The constituents of reality
Process through time’s grand ceremony;
Yet Nobody eludes their solemn march,
By being everywhere we cannot see.

Let sluggish time crawl past at snail’s slow pace,
While Yogi twists the future’s changing face;
For Nobody has found that special realm
Where something, nothing, meet in quantum’s grace.

The climate swung from tropic heat to freeze,
While Christ changed faiths with theological ease;
Hell froze and thawed like cosmic ice cube trays,
As Lethe’s waters turned to memories.

Global warming picked up and then an ice age began. Jesus, born a Christian, became Jewish, then converted back again. Hell froze over and then thawed out again. The same with the River of Forgetfulness: everyone was walking on water for a while and running like Hell from Hades.

The River Styx boiled off in steamy spite,
As dead souls drowned (again!) in comic plight;
With CRS disease (“Can’t Remember Shit“),
They wandered lost through day and endless night.

Profpat warned “Watch that shower knob, Nobody; the River Styx just boiled away and a bunch of dead people drowned after many more escaped!”
“Where are they going?” inquired Nobody.
Profpat replied, “They don’t know; they say they have CRS disease.”
“What’s CRS stand for?“
“Can’t Remember Shit.”

“Up higher!” Graybeard called through quantum haze,
“That last direction set too many days
To spinning backward through their proper course,
While Easter Bunnies watched in mute amaze!”

“OK guys. A little upper, Nobody,” requested Graybeard. “That other direction was a downer.”

The bridge of time groaned ‘neath Nobody’s feet,
As ropes began to fray where aeons meet;
The TOE researchers held their collective breath,
While reality played tricks both sour and sweet.

Now Santa Claus and Jordan shared one sphere,
While baseball mixed with myths both far and near;
The boundaries between the real and false
Grew thin as water-walkers filled with fear.

The shower knob of cosmos turned too far,
Mixed holiday with prophet, game with star;
While Nobody reached up (or was it down?)
To tune reality to what we are.

Nobody reached up and out, but the bridge creaked and groaned, causing Nobody to slip a bit as a rope frayed, and all the TOE researchers feared that his adjustment time was now quite limited.

Time running short upon that creaking span
Where Nobody must finish what began;
For when the ropes of cosmic bridgework break,
All myths and truths might fall to lesser plan.

For in this game of universal dials,
Where sports and saints share temporal trials,
The line between the sacred and profane
Dissolves in quantum’s joke-filled files.

As Bonds smashed records into steroid haze,
Mount Rushmore danced through presidential days;
While Boston broke their century of curse—
Reality took strange and twisted ways.

Meanwhile, Barry Bonds had broken the home run record, but, of course, steroids would be blamed for it. Mount Rushmore had briefly turned into Presidents Nixon, Ford, Carter, and Reagan, but just as soon reverted back. However, the Boston Red Sox still won a World Series for the first time in a hundred years

Then Yogi spoke his wisdom upside down:
“Too crowded, so nobody comes around!”
His logic bent like space-time’s rubber sheet,
As truth wore contradiction’s puzzling crown.

Also, it turned out that someone named Yogi Berra had said many sayings that seemed to make sense, but really didn’t, like ‘That restaurant is so crowded that no one goes there anymore’, ‘It gets dark early out here’, ‘If people don’t want to come out to the ball park, nobody’s going to stop them’, and many more unsayings.

The road that “works” stopped working in its time,
While “Speed Zones” urged the swift to slow their climb;
And rap met oxymoron on the streets,
As language tied itself in knots sublime.

Silly signs appeared on highways, like ‘Road Works’ (it doesn’t work well during construction), and ‘Speed Zone’ (meaning slow down). Something called rap music had become ever-present, as well as a new word, ‘oxymoron’.

Poor Clinton neither inhaled smoke nor sin,
As history rewrote what might have been;

A funny thing happened to President Clinton, but he wasn’t impeached for it. He neither inhales nor have sex.
“We’ll blame it all on human nature’s way,”
Said Frederick, with philosophical grin.

“This one may be hard to explain,” lamented Fredrick, “but we’ll chalk it up to human nature.”

The signs along our highways told their jest,
As meaning turned both east and also west;
“It’s déjà vu all over once again!”
As Yogi’s ghost proclaimed our cosmic test.

Through quantum foam these changes rippled far:
Baseball records, presidential star,
The paradox of Yogi’s twisted truth,
And Clinton’s dance with what such changes are.

“I never said the things I really said!”
As wisdom’s fool spoke truth turned on its head;
While history rewove its tapestry,
And sense from nonsense could not be unwed.

For in these ripples through our space and time,
Where baseball stats met presidential climb,
Some deeper truth behind the madness lay:
That chaos might hold reason in its rhyme.

Let Yogi guide us through this twisted maze,
Where meaning doubles back through quantum haze;
For in his backwards-forwards wisdom shines
The light that lights our strange temporal days.

Nobody twirled the “More of This-ness” knob,
As Krypton’s folk began their cosmic job:
Each basketball shot swished from fifty miles,
While watchers’ hearts with wonderment did throb.

Nobody did some fiddling of some knobs that he wasn’t supposed to touch, twiddling ‘More of This-ness’, and people on Krypton started to make every shot in basket–ball games, even from 50 miles away, being really IN THE ZONE, plus doing many other superhuman things.

But Fredrick warned of perfect’s bitter price,
How flawless skill might turn life’s game to ice;
For what’s the joy in sports where none can fail,
When every shot must fall as pure and nice?

All the TOE viewers from Earth were cheering this, but Fredrick warned them that total perfection might take all the fun out of life.

In dreams now mortals soared on Superman’s wing,
While letters, numbers, did their switching thing:
Poor zero looked like ‘oh’, while ‘one’ met ‘el’,
As language tied itself in verbal string.

Zeroes began to look like the alphabetic letter ‘oh’, caus–ing confusion, along with ‘one’ looking like the letter ‘el’.

“Better hold off,” Graybeard suggested. Nobody dialed the knobs back a little.
RascalPuff interjected, “Some people are now reporting that they can fly like superman in some new event called ‘sleeping hallucinations’ or ‘night dreams’.”

Sweet homonyms bred fast through twisted speech,
While synonyms stretched meaning’s grasp and reach;

Some words began to have the same sound, as called a ‘homonym’ but not a ‘homonim’, and some with similar meanings; as called a ‘synonym’, although it had none itself, and some words now had multiple meanings.

How strange that “phonetic” sounds nothing like
The way its letters ought to sound and teach!

Nor was ‘phonetic’ spelled the way it sounded.

“Abbreviation” grew absurdly long,
While “monosyllabic” did its spelling wrong;

And why was ‘abbreviation’ such a long word without any? And how come ‘monosyllabic’ wasn’t?

And “love” found only “dove” and high “above“
To rhyme with in the poet’s frustrated song.

Also, ‘love’ was reduced to having only the two good rhymes of ‘dove’ and ‘above’, which soon became overused and stale, frustrating many poets and their readers.

Perhaps I should not mention that last part,
As verses struggle with their rhyming art;
For when reality affects one’s tools,
The very telling tears itself apart!

So Nobody dialed back the cosmic gain,
Lest perfect prowess drive all pleasure vain;
For in the flaws and failings of our reach,
Some sweeter victory might yet remain.

Let basketball miss sometimes from afar,
Let language keep its puzzles bizarre;
For in imperfection’s fertile ground,
The flowers of wonder show us what we are.

Through all these ripples in the cosmic sea,
Where letters dance and athletes bend the knee,
We learn that too much “More of This-ness” might
Make less of all we struggled to be free.

In Wildwood, where the Jersey shore should be,
A slice of Hawaii touched the sea:
With torch and palm tree, waterfall and song,
While fat men sang beneath a tropical tree.

At Sunset Bay, where noumena turned real,
Raw oysters “well done” graced the evening meal;
A ship-turned-bar at pier’s end served its guests,
While sand-strewn floors made reality reel.

The Wave Function of the Universe
Totality is in a superposition,
All at once—of no time and of no space,
The quantum probability patterns
Really being so, not just a math tool.

From Grouping Order to Blended Symmetry Order
The Time River of Probabilities
Flows smoother and further near its center,
While near the shores there are eddies and swirls,
Contrasts, lumpiness, ebbs—even back flow.

Timeless ‘Time’
The pages turn and the living film plays,
Motion but apparent, as successive frames—
All the alternate plot’s scenarios being,
Which will blend into ‘everything forever’.

We Reflecting the Universe Start-End
The two brain hemispheres, too, must reflect
The nature of the universe itself,
As the grouping order versus and with
The whole of the symmetry order.

The Hare Beats the Turtle
The universe expands, forming a light cone;
The arc of the ‘ice-cream’ end getting flatter,
Seeming to take forever to straighten—
Accelerating expansion bridges the gap.

It Has Always Been
Is
Nonexistence can’t be, nor even meant;
So it is that existence must be here;
There’s no other option, by necessity,
And thus herein these pages we learn its ways.

Divergence and Convergence
Top-down drives the bottom-up ‘events’,
The future ever affecting the present;
The flat whiteness of the Omega End
Brings forth diversified prismatic colors.

Enfoldment/Unfoldment
Electrons, protons, seem ‘bottom-up’
But are ‘enfolded’ in the top-down whole,
As with Bohm’s implicit order guiding
The blooming, unfolding, explicit order.

The Second of the Final Laws
Boltzman’s increasing disorder (entropy),
Due to there being many more states of
Disorder than order, is close to the mark,
But it’s more-so of the ungrouped patterns.

As Well, There Are Many More Ways For…
The universe to be lumpy, in degrees,
Than for it to be perfectly smooth,
And that’s why there’s still a grouping order,
As with galaxies and solar systems.

The Opposite ‘Improbable’
The not so ‘improbable’ symmetry
Of uniformity comes at future’s end;
This Omega symmetry order is
The opposite of Alpha’s grouping order.

Bohm’s Poem of Home
Classical physics says that reality
Is of particles that separate
The world into independent elements;
But now I am proposing the reverse…

Close Condensations Approximate a Track
The fundamental reality is en-un-foldment;
Particles are abstractions from that.
Electrons don’t exist continuously
But are coming, going, then coming again.

Real Quantum Mechanics
Possibilities are actualities, so
Possibilities exist, in a timeless way,
So then we have a simple solution
To why our universe came from a dense state.

All at Once
All the possible patterns of the past
And future exist simultaneously,
Independent of the passage of time frames,
So, the history of a temporal universe…

Why Time
Moving through those possible patterns
Will inevitably trace backward to
The extreme, greatest imbalance, and hence
To the severe order of the Alpha start.

Time’s Direction
It seems strange that time began from Alpha,
Unless patterns are physically real.
Then time invariably originates
From the greatest imbalance of them all.

Toward Balance
Time’s forward direction is ever toward balance.
And so when it’s traced backward, that same path
Invariably originates from imbalance;
The temporal universe is as it must be.

Time Explained
Any path of time embedded within
A physically real pattern space would
Exhibit a history that originates from the
Single most improbable location of all: Alpha.

Probable Existence
Since pattern space is existingly there
Then the flow of time is built into reality,
Causing probable time-worlds to exist, while
Extremely improbable time-worlds do not.

What Exists
All possibilities must exist,
Because nonexistence cannot be so.
Existence is inevitable. What does exist?
Whatever is possible to exist does exist.

Our Existence is Not Absurd
Time-worlds are secondary, subject to
The realer reality of timeless patterns.
Time’s passage must pass through patterns;
‘Tis no more spectacular than a moment.

What Patterns Lead to
The must-existence of patterns is great—
For the hierarchy of atomic elements,
Stars systems, bio-life, consciousness,
And finally intelligence and wisdom.

No Chaotic Change
If time and change were not restricted
To probability’s arrow of time
Built into pattern space then anything
Could happen and would happen, as chaos.

Quantum Collapse
Quantum events are a “handshake” between
Past (retarded waves) information
And future (advanced waves) information,
Causing the probabilities to collapse to ‘now’.

Probabilities Produced From the Whole
Time doesn’t simply roll into the future,
For there’s a mesh of probabilities
Where possible pasts and futures meet,
Which scientists correctly call ‘non-local’.

The Complete Transaction
When we stand in the dark and look at
A star not only have the retarded waves
From the star have been long traveling,
But advanced waves have reached into the past.

The End Promotes the Means
Time’s river, having a specific ending, explains
Why the universe’s wave function is specific.
If what’s possible was just coming from the past,
There’s no reasonable explanation…

The Guidance Goal: Lake Alpha to Lake Omega
For the control of all the probabilities,
Such as the wave density of atomic particles,
A river only from the past would be
Flowing outward into chaos, but it can’t.

The New Natural Selection
‘Evolution’ is thus an ordered happening,
From the unnoted neutral order in the future,
Along with the positive order of the past.
(So now we know there must be a negative.)

The Whole Thing
The positive order in the Alpha past
Is only half of the Cosmos’ puzzle,
Merely half of a larger duality, one side
Of the great divide, one side of the coin.

The Chess Board
Our Alpha is one chess player as the game begins,
When all the pieces of one color are divided apart,
Half of the most extreme case of grouping order;
Both Alphas are the highest imbalance and contrast.

Time, and Time Again
Time travels from positive to neutral,
While anti-time travels from negative to neutral,
But, note that time & anti-time are much identical.
We may even be alternating back and forth.

Matter Traveling Backward in Time
If matter is evolving forward in time,
Anti-matter is matter evolving backward in time,
In the direction of our own positive Alpha,
Explaining why anti-matter is unstable on our side.

Other Matters
Stable anti-matter exists on the other side
Of ours in anti-time, traveling inversely in time,
Not backwards, but away from the negative Alpha
Toward the universal Omega.

Space-Time Distance
Since time is a direction in space,
Then the space that we’re within is special.
It’a not a 3-D space in which things move about;
It is instead what Einstein called space-time.

4-D, Not 3-D
Space-time is a product of “4-D directions”
In space that travel through a series of many
3-D block-like spaces, jumping from one to the next,
As a new volume dependent on the 4-D directions.

The Probability of Balance
Exterior to the 3-D spaces, the 4-D volume
That we exist within changes and transforms;
It evolves because most of the spacial
Directions move from Alpha toward Omega.

The Unnoted Dimension
This 4-D volume is what collapses
In the phase of accelerating expansion (Big Rip),
Even though the actual universe is expanding.
This acceleration is inevitable.

Driven by Opposites
This dominant probability
Makes our volume (our space) positive
In reference to the volume of
Anti-time which is negative.

Inversion
Anti-time is a negative space,
Or negative space-time,
Which is properly referred to
As negative volume.

The Unseen Scene
Inverse matter can only exist in
The negative volume of anti-time.
We cannot observe the negative density
Of an inverse-proton in our positive space.

Two Worlds
Our positive volume would collapse
Before the inverse proton could
Exist spatially extended, on our side
Of the dividing line between worlds.

Amazing
The negative electron is but a point particle.
Our positive volume collapses before
The negative density that gives the electron
A definite mass can exist spatially extended.

Front and Back
Electrons are one side of inverse-protons in anti-time,
Which means the back side of our protons
Are inverse electrons, and our electrons
Are the back side of someone else’s protons.

For Opposites to Move To Balance
The whole progression of time is driven
By a slow cosmic influx of negative density leaking
Into our positive volume from the other side;
A slow merging of the two sides is occurring,

Expansion
The two sides must slowly and gradually unite,
Which from our perspective causes
The cosmos to grow larger and expand,
In the first steps away from Alpha,…

Divergence
Time is stepping away from the uniformity
And sameness of a perfect positive state
And is necessarily moving into the
Beginning of variety and diversity.

Intermixed
The negative can visibly invade Alpha
By tunneling into its positive space,
Creating fluctuations in the CBR, or at
Micro-scales as negative charge point particles.

The Cosmic Plans
In order to control the cosmos,
In the necessity to bring itself about,
Omega must even rigidly regulate
The early cosmos in its first moments.

Equality
As if planning to bring about complexity and life,
The early fluctuations in expansion are moderate,
The masses of electrons all kept equal,
The ratio of electrons-protons kept even.

Has to Be
With the precision of a watchmaker,
The inevitable future carefully designs
The stable particles with properties that will
Produce the periodic table, molecules, even DNA.

Only Two Ways
Why just the proton and electron?
Why just two stable fundamental particles?
Why are they matched with polar charges?
They are forged with a specific goal in mind.

All the Pieces of the Puzzle
We know what we think of as a material universe
Is really an intricate interplay of imbalances.
All that is known are positives and negatives,
As the stable protons and electrons.

The March of Time
Following time backward only increases imbalance,
In seeing that time originates fully positive,
And then slowly becomes less positive,
Until it becomes neutral, centered.

The Trend Shows
We now realize there actually should be
Great imbalances evident in the world around us.
There should be even much greater
Imbalances evident in our Alpha past.

1836 Times More Massive
The proton should be heavier than the electron.
We don’t note an equal number of anti-matter galaxies.
We shouldn’t expect there to be equal amounts
Of matter & anti-matter near the beginning of time.

The Mystery
The question that has haunted us for so long,
“Why is there something rather than nothing?”
Is related to asking “Why is there asymmetry?”
“Why are there imbalances present?”

The Results
Form and material things, substance itself,
Are products of the imbalances that
Exist within the cosmic balance—
Everything a great tapestry of imbalance.

Further Why
And when we ask the question “Why are
There imbalances instead of why somethingness?”
It’s simple and unavoidable that imbalances exist.
Imbalances are natural inside any overall balance.

Should Have Known the Timeless Everything
Our finite world could only be an imbalanced system.
We exist because a balanced whole exists,
Which we incorrectly see as nothing,
And worse still, confuse with nonexistence.

The Forces Explained
All forces are probabilities, simply the
Most predictable events we experience.
In fact, gravity is the probability
For time to travel backwards.

Gravity is Time Moving Backwards
Gravity is trying to recreate the past.
In an expanding universe the past
Is increasingly denser; less expanded.
Gravity battles with the universe’s expansion.

Expansion is a Force From the Future
The trend of nature is not at all toward disorder,
But it is for balance to increase.
Being drawn toward the balance of zero
The universe invariably expands.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
The universe’s expansion is time moving forward.
Cosmological expansion isn’t a consequence
Of some chance explosion in the past.
It is a force, just like gravity (Gravity’s losing).

Electromagnetism is Time Moving Forward
Electromagnetism is the perfect balance
Of the future’s absolute zero influencing the present.
The balance of the future, the most probable state,
Is a great cosmic attractor of all universes-change.

Push-Pull
We can feel absolute zero pulling
And pushing the cosmos around.
We feel this balance of zero
As electricity and magnetism.

Moving Toward Greater Balance
Positive and negative particles
Are moving nearer to the balance,
For like particles will naturally repel
While opposite particles attract.

Imagine Electromagnetism in Reverse
Like particles would then attract
And opposite particles would repel.
Such a force would cause positive and negative
Particles to divide apart into separate groups.

Nucleon Binding
In fact, when like particles such as
Positive protons bond together,
Time is actually moving backward.
The strong force is electromagnetism in reverse.

How it Works
The strong force battles against electromagnetism,
Causing positive protons to attract at short distances.
If protons and neutrons get close enough,
The repulsion of electromagnetism is overcome.

The Ranges
The strong force holds the nucleus together,
Just like gravity holds-creates stars and galaxies.
The strong force is the short range gravity;
Electromagnetism dominates on the larger scale.


The Power Broker Breaker
Something must overcome the strong force,
Because electromagnetism cannot break
The bond between like protons by itself.
Electromagnetism-expansion beats gravity-strong.

Forces Are the Possible Directions of Time
At some point in the future the weak force
Has to break down all the complex atoms in
The universe into individual protons and electrons.
The Weak Force is time moving forward.

The Power of the Weak
The weak force is an extension of electromagnetism.
The weak force grew out of electromagnetism
In the early stages of the big bang,
Prior to which there was just the electroweak force.

No Absolute Motion
Objects do not move about in Newton’s vessel
Of empty space because a real perfectly
Flat space would be absolutely chock full.
Thus, the relative, not absolute universe.

Empty Curvatures
Objects can only exist as distinct forms
In a space where their opposites have
Been removed or displaced to create
A half space or parallel regions.

Space, the Final Frontier
This creates the present interdependence
Between matter and space which led Einstein
To describe space as an extension of mass.
‘Space’ seems to be the ultimate challenge.

The Ultimate Puzzle
We’ve learned about space relative to materials.
A common theme is that matter and space
Are two forms of the same thing. Not exactly.
Matter is really an absence of content.

All Told and Tolled
If the cosmos stretches totally flat,
Then matter and space are equivalent,
But this leads to a very dramatic switch
In how we evaluate the universe, whereby we see…

What Matters
That particles are holes in a primary full space,
Rather than material things arisen
Above and more primary than space.
Matter is a bi-product of space.

Two Apples Means Two More Anti-Apples
For our universe to exist, an identical
But opposite anti-matter universe
Has to be removed from space.
Why are we separate from our other half?

Half and Half
Perfect symmetry doesn’t create nonexistence.
Perfect symmetry is just everything experienced
At the same time in the same space.
Opposites don’t cancel—we’re here observing half.

In Order For There to be Symmetry
From our place in the world, we cannot
Or would not directly observe unified symmetry.
It’s hidden, in our future or in our past.
We need to be here; there has to be asymmetry.

Nonexistence Isn’t; Perfect Symmetry Is
The combination of our galaxy
With an inverse anti-matter galaxy,
As combined, and every other pair of galaxies,
All exist joined together in ordinary space.

Taken and Placed Somewhere Else
And so matter is not more than space;
It is less than space; it’s what happens
When part of something whole is taken away,
Taken from the place and time we call ‘now’.

The New Normal
It’s difficult to re-normalize after such a switch,
But the fullness or substantive aspect we attribute
To matter is present in space more than in matter.
Dense matter is an absence, as in the tiny early universe.

Things Aren’t More Than Nothing
Mass and density are both a measure of absence.
Objects cannot exist unless their opposite
Is removed from that seeming emptiness.
Things are then less than everything.

Accentuating the Positive
A negative density can only
Exist in a negative volume, just as
Positive density can only exist in a positive volume.
This allows the mass value to always remain positive.

Curves
Matter is like bubbles in a water aquarium—
Tiny voids in a denser medium.
Density is a positive or negative void
That causes the curvature of the bubble.

Going, Going…
We live in a positive bubble (volume)
That is actually collapsing,
As distant galaxies expand away from us
At speeds beyond the speed of light.

Everything Leaks
We detect the mass of a negative
Density as a point of zero volume,
Or what is called a point particle;
Electrons leaked over from the anti-time side.

Each as Half of Totality
The electron leak is in response to the
Existence of protons on our side,
Which is why the ratio of electrons
To protons in the universe is exactly even.

The Point of It
So why does the electron point particle
Have a defined mass, as opposed to infinite?
A negative density cannot be
Spatially extended in a positive volume.

Confined to a Point
The electron mass exists in a negative
Volume that opens up beyond the point of the
Electron in the ghostlike invisible partner.
Negative density also explains polarity of charge.

Credited Debits
Positive and negative things are debts
That have to be repaid to a larger neutral space.
Charges reflect imbalances in a spatial content.
To create particles creates indents, or curvatures.

The Flow
The only way for the plus-minus puzzle pieces
To exist separate from one another
Is if time originates from such a state,
An imbalance, then moves toward equilibrium.

One Way
Equilibrium never breaks down into imbalance;
Something does not come from nothing.
But time will start from something imbalanced,
And evolve toward balance, or ‘nothing’.

A Four Dimensional Space
When you combine an infinite past and future,
Time is-was relative (allowing the infinite).
Everything exists in one huge moment of now,
Which supersedes the possibility of existential change.

The Printed Pages
Time-worlds are imprinted within the great moment,
So the time of such worlds must travel linearly
From a beginning on to an ending.
Books have binding; movie frames are projected.

The Clock-Block Universe
At any tick of the clock the world is
In a particular condition or state,
Which is called lateral time, and each distinct
Moment is in an individual universe.

Linear and Lateral Time
How can distinctly separate blocks of space
Be simultaneously fused into a linear progression?
If they are fused then they are not distinct;
If they are distinct, then they aren’t really fused.

The Separate and the Common
What separates one block of time from another?
Only the definition of each time block
Maintains it as separate from other states, and
Spaces are always linked by a common existence.

The Sum of the Fragments
They are all embedded in the same great
Never ending moment—all fragments of the whole.
Each spatial pattern is a tiny internal part,
And only the patterns’ sum creates the whole.

The Lateral
There also exist directions in space which travel across
Or through the multiplicity of these blocks—
A 4-D that independently constructs
The lateral component of its surroundings.

Governed by the Innate Probabilities
Each individual direction moving through
The blocks becomes a sort of parent
To a lateral time world—its own 4-D space,
Strictly relative to that single parent direction.

Replacing Chaotic Freedom
Each of these directions in space are free to find
Their way through the overall multispatiality,
Except the direction of travel, and so each path
Is governed by the probabilities of the superspace.

A Very Strict Guidance System
The result is a fourth dimensionality of space,
In which the lateral surroundings of each 4-D
Parent direction are uniquely constructed
Strictly relative to that single parent direction.

The Series of Stills
Time passes through many spaces, and
Each block is an individual moment.
An object does not move through the spaces,
Rather it stays and exists frozen in each space.

Time Rules
Only time, which is actually a
Special direction in space, is able
To pass through multiple 3-D spaces,
Traveling from one moment to the next.

4-D Touches All of 3-D
An undivided existence of all
Conceivable 3-D configurations
Would inevitably create the 4-D of
Spatial directions passing between the blocks.

The Full Range
We will invariably observe a sampling
Of galaxies which reflects the widest range
Of configurations that pattern space dictates, plus
Ranges of solar systems, planets, moons, asteroids.

All
We will observe the whole range of geography,
The whole range of possible chemistry,
The whole range of other lifeforms,
The whole range of personalities.

Connections
All is then integrated into the parent direction,
Inevitably causing expansion and growth—
Letters, words, phrases, sentences, verse (uni).
We ourselves are the evolution of time.

Is our universe’s Alpha start so improbable as it seems, what with its severe grouping order of separated matter and antimatter, such as that of the separated white and black pieces at the beginning of a chess game, as with all these ideas from Gavin Giorbran.

Such an arrangement seems a rarity, but it may rather be that time cannot go forward that well if there is no progression from this very distinct grouping order of the Alpha Start toward the proposed Omega End of a totally blended symmetry order, this idea similar to the end as disorder of high entropy from any start of low entropy.

The universe is now in its its diversity stage, both at large and in our own Earthly aisle, yet its future of a blended symmetry order perhaps ever pulls/guides the present along, such as in the “time is like a river” analogy, this ‘flow’ proceeding inexorably from Lake Alpha to Lake Omega.
How and why was the seemingly rare state of the high ordered Alpha beginning of our universe accomplished?

The ‘IS’, as great as it is, is still subject to two boundaries, as the start and end described above.
All the probabilities of all the ending balance must trace back to the one and only state of the most probable beginning of all, the greatest imbalance of all, matter and anti-matter, with Totality in a quantum superposition, all at once—the quantum probability patterns really being so, not just a math tool.

The separation of matter and anti-matter is the greatest possible imbalance, but all the probability balances must trace forward to the greatest and most probable balance at the end of all.

The ultimate, flat, symmetry order of the Omega—the end of all, draws the river of time along, guiding it, through the probability patterns, as well as the Alpha pushing it.

The Time River of Probabilities flows smoother and further near its center, while near the shores there are eddies and swirls, contrasts, lumpiness, ebbs—even back flow.

The nows proceed and the moments play, motion but apparent, as successive frames of an all-at-once Block Universe—all the alternate plot’s scenarios being, which will blend at the Omega.

Our two brain hemispheres, too, must reflect the nature of the universe itself, as the left-side grouping order versus and with the whole of the right-side symmetry order.

Top-down drives the bottom-up ‘events’, the future ever affecting the present; The flat whiteness of the Omega End brings forth the diversified prismatic colors from the Alpha Start.

Electrons, protons, seem ‘bottom-up’, but are ‘enfolded’ in the top-down whole, as with Bohm’s implicit order guiding the blooming, unfolding, explicit order.

There are still many more ways for the universe to be lumpy, in degrees, than for it to be perfectly smooth, and that’s why there’s still some grouping order, as with galaxies and solar systems.

The no longer ‘improbable’ symmetry of uniformity comes at future’s end; This Omega symmetry order is the opposite of Alpha’s grouping order.

The fundamental reality then is en-un-foldment; particles are abstractions from that. Electrons don’t exist continuously but are coming, going, then coming again.

Probabilities are actualities, so probabilities exist, so then we have a simple solution to why our universe came from a dense state.

All the possible patterns of the past and future exist simultaneously, independent of the passage of time frames, so, the history of a temporal universe moving through those possible patterns will inevitably trace backward to the extreme, greatest imbalance, and hence to the severe order of the Alpha start.

It seems strange that time began from Alpha, unless patterns are physically real, so then time invariably originates from the greatest imbalance of them all.

Time’s forward direction is ever toward balance. and so when it’s traced backward, that same path invariably originates from imbalance; the temporal universe is as it must be.

Since pattern space is existing there then the flow of time is built into reality, causing probable time-worlds to exist, while extremely improbable time-worlds will not.

The must-existence of patterns is great, for the hierarchy of atomic elements, star systems, bio-life, consciousness, and, finally, intelligence and wisdom.

If time and change were not restricted to probability’s arrow of time built into pattern space then anything could happen and would happen, as chaos.

The end promotes the means in that time’s river, having a specific ending, explains why the universe’s wave function is specific. If what’s possible was just coming from the past, there’s no reasonable explanation for the control of all the probabilities, such as the wave density of atomic particles, A river only from the past would be flowing outward into chaos, but it can’t.

Take the above with a grain of salt.

We have oft described the causeless—
That which was always never the less,
As well as the beginnings of our quest,
And too have detailed in the rarest of glimpses
The slowing end of all of forever’s chances.

So now we must now turn our attention keen
To all of the action that exists in-between—
All that’s going on and has gone before,
Out to the furthest reaches, ever-more,

For everything that ever happens,
Including life and all our questions,
Meaning every single event ever gone on,
Of both the animate and the non,
Is but from a single theme played upon.

This then is of the simplest analysis of all,
For it heeds mainly just one call—
That of the second law’s dispersion,

The means for each and every occasion,
From the closest to the farthest range—
That which makes anything change.

These changes range from the simple,
Such as a bouncing ball resting still,
Or ice melting that gives up its chill,
To the more complex, such as digestion,
Growth, death, and even reproduction.

There is excessively subtle change as well,
Such as the formations of opinions tell
And the creation or rejections of the will,

And yet all these kinds of changes, of course,
Still become of one simple, common source,
Which is the underlying collapse into chaos—
The destiny of energy’s unmotivated non-purpose.

All that appears to us to be motive and purpose
Is in fact ultimately motiveless, without purpose.
Even aspirations and their achievement’s ways
Have fed on and come about through the decay.

The deepest structure of change is but decay,
Although it’s not the quantity of energy’s say
That causes decay, but the quality, for it strays.

Energy that is localized is potent to effect change,
And in the course of causing change it ranges,
Spreading and becoming chaotically distributed,
Losing its quality but never of its quantity rid.

The key to all this, as we will see,
Is that it goes though stages wee,
And so it doesn’t disperse all at once,
As might one’s paycheck inside of a month.

This harnessed decay results not only for
Civilizations but for all the events going fore
In the world and the universe beyond,

It accounting for all discernible change
Of all that ever gets so rearranged,
For the quality of all this energy kinged
Declines, the universe unwinding, as a spring.

Chaos may temporarily recede,
Quality building up for a need,
As when cathedrals are built and formed,
And when symphonies are performed,

But these are but local deceits
Born of our own conceits,
For deeper in the world of kinds
The spring inescapably unwinds,
Driving its energy away—
As All is being driven by decay.

The quality of energy meant
Is of its dispersal’s extent.
When it is totally precipitate,
It destroys, but when it’s gait
Is geared through chains of events
It can produce civilization’s tenants.

Ultimately, energy naturally,
Spontaneously, and chaotically
Disperses, causing change, irreversibly.

Think of a group of atoms jostling,
At first as a vigorous motion happening
In some corner of the atomic crowd;

They hand on their energy, loud,
Inducing close neighbors to jostle too,
And soon the jostling disperses too—
The irreversible change but the potion
Of the ‘random’, motiveless motion.

And such does hot metal cool, as atoms swirl,
There being so many atoms in the world
Outside it than in the block metal itself
That entropy’s statistics average themselves.

The illusions of purpose lead us to think
That there are reasons, of some motive link,
Why one change occurs and not another,

And even that there are reasons that cover
Specific changes in locations of energy,
The energy choosing to go there, intentionally,

Such as a purpose for a change in structure,
This being as such as the opening of a flower,
Yet this should not be confused with energy
Achieving to be there in that specific bower,

Since at root, of all the power,
Even that of the root of the flower,
That there is the degradation by dispersal,
This being mostly non reversible and universal.

The energy is always still spreading thencely,
Even as some temporarily located density—
An illusion of specific change
In some region rearranged,

But actually it’s just lingering there, discovering,
Until new opportunities arise for exploring,
The consequences but of ‘random’ opportunity,
Beneath which, purpose still vanishes entirely.

Events are the manifestations
Of overriding probability’s instantiations—
Of all of the events of nature, of every sod,
From the bouncing ball to conceptions of gods,
Of even free will, evolution, and all ambition,

For they’re of our simple idea’s elaborations,
Although for the latter stated there
And such for that as warfare
Their intrinsic simplicity
Is buried more deeply.

And yet though sometimes concealed away,
The spring of all creation is just decay,
The consequence and instruction
Of the natural tendency to corruption.

Love or war become as factions
Through the agency of chemical reactions,
The actions being the chains of reactions,
Whether thinking, doing, or rapt in attention,
For all that happens is of chemical reaction.

At its most rudimentary bottom,
Chemical reactions are rearrangements of atoms,
These being species of molecules
That with perhaps additions and deletions
Then go on to constitute another one, by fate,
Although they sometimes only change shape,

But too can be consumed and torn apart,
Either as a whole or in part, so cruel,
As a source of atoms for another molecule.

Molecules have neither motive nor purpose to act,
Neither an inclination to go on to react
Nor any urge to remain unreacted;
So then why do reactions occur if unacted?

Molecules are but loosely structured
And so they can be easily ruptured,
For reactions may occur if the process energy norm
Is degraded into a more dispersed and chaotic form,

And so as they usually are constantly subject
To the tendency to lose energy, as the abject
Jostling carries it away to the surroundations,
Reactions being misadventure’s transformations,
It then being that some transient arrangements
May suddenly be frozen into permanences
As the energy leaps away to other experiences.

So, molecules are a stage in which the play goes on,
But not so fast that the forms cannot seize upon;

But really, why do molecules have such fragility,
For if their atoms were as tightly bound as nuclei,
Then the universe would have died, being frozen,
Long before the awakening of the forms chosen,

Or if molecules were as totally free to react
Every single time they touched a neighbor’s pact
Then all events would have taken place so rapidly
And so very crazily and haphazardly

That the rich attributes of the world we know
Would not have had the needed time to grow.

Ah, but it is all of the necessitated restraint,
For it ever takes time a scene to paint,
As such as in the unfolding of a leaf,
The endurations for any stepping feat,

As of the emergence of consciousness
And the paused ends of energy’s restlessness:
It’s of the controlled consequence of collapse
Rather than one that’s wholly precipitous.

So now all is known of our heres and nows
Within this parentheses of the eternal boughs,
As well as the why and how of it all has come,
And of our universe’s end, but that others become.

Out of energy’s dispersion and decay of quality
Comes the emergence of growth and complexity.

(The verse lines, being like molecules warmed,
Continually broke apart and reformed
About the rhymes which tried to be non intrusions,
Eventually all flexibly stabilizing to conclusions.)