An enticing pale blue dot sits pretentiously on a pitch-black mantle. Blissfully egocentric inhabitants gaze up from the surface on occasion and frequently see only their reflection. All of history is but a stumbling into awareness of a particularly unlucky animal, cursed with the responsibility presupposed by freedom. But this is only a sideshow to the main act. The world is an egg of sorts, a field of gestation amidst overlapping fields spread haphazardly amongst overlapping fields that, taken together in the abstract, compose the cosmos. The patterns recognized by the pattern-recognizing minds point to some kind of teleological design, a rare kind of tautology. Perhaps the gods are only math over time. Perhaps God is a mathematician. The bifurcation point between the belief in either is emotionally driven, an imbalance in chemistry, an electron removed. Spinning particles make a dance floor of probability & when the song is over skepticism and conviction are born from the consummation of paradox and logic. It is more likely that all things are simply the same thing, a single sentence repeated in a different cadence, an infinite scroll. The revenge of Heraclitus and the like who believed that the world was all fire, reconciled by Einsteins' recognition that mass and energy were interchangeable. No man steps into the same energy field twice, because the distance between each point and time in space is infinite and grows infinitely in all directions.
It is no coincidence that the mycelial organisms, who adopt a mode of life so close to the divine ideal, rule the underground as the delicate nerves of this world. Even in space, the fungal follow us, inside our bodies, inside the tissue of every plant, peacefully dormant, awaiting purposefully for their turn to return us to the dust from whence we came. To understand the purpose behind something you must first and foremost observe what it does & that is usually purpose enough to justify its existence, in the mind of Darwinists at least, and so it will suffice for me as a student of his humble and tautological paradigm. If it replicates it replicates.1
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