As for the particular we actually observe, it is selected from all the
possible generalities and particulars. And if it were changed by just
a few percent then stars would not be able to form carbon, for the physical
reasons that we observe. This is a necessary condition, and it is obvious
and special, a sheen of certainty laid upon the waters of conjecture.
It is a fact that we need in order to be present. Now ask yourself the
question. Ask it quickly.
No, that’s not quick enough. The speed of the answer would be
a condition for your own existence. That is, in order to exist, at least
that much time must have passed.
What is time?
You should be able to intuit the answer, 6.6262 x 10-34,
which is what business analysts refer to as added value.
I am in this space called consciousness, which is composed of the elements
carbon, oxygen, nitrogen and phosphorus. These could not have been made;
they are necessary consequences of heating. Could a particular exist
without any form of consciousness whatever? Are the forms of presence
specially designed to allow libido its devices?
To answer this, we need to go back to the origin, which is primarily
I know it. It’s an alphabet that occupies zero dimensions, a liquid
of uncertainty, a dream of becoming lacking only its dreamer.
The heavier elements had to wait in the wings, but soon it was their
turn in the sun. This resembled a vast furnace, wherein those elements
flourished with multiple irridescence, racked as they were by the sudden
storms so typical of this time of the year. Their surfaces were carpeted
with oxide daisies and vipers bugloss. Around this time, sentient creatures
began to appear: a genet hunting amid patches of lavender; the elephant
of the Serengeti; the obscure progeny of the mobile phone; a human infant
essaying its first smile; the dread form of the basilisk.
I remember. I was ready at this point, come to focus from a different
flare, overcoming key barriers to communication. I began to leave home,
knowing that things would henceforth not be as they had been but, increasingly,
as they were. I mean, that things began to resemble themselves more
than they had done.
Though it wasn’t without regret that we looked back, into the
interior of our emergence, the closure of the circle.
What is regret?
Ask the question. It little matters that value is a necessary condition
for your own existence. Ask it. A single voice sounds raw. But still
you will not understand the physical reasons for that value to occur.
We can deduce the value from the fact that we’re around to ask
what it is.
I hear that voice! Is it the voice of time? Or is it a voice in time?
And after that, up to a few thousand million years of heating is required.
“At dusk the sound of church bells from the valley floor”
and church bells starts up nearby. Or you’re waiting for the bus
opposite the Half Moon and a half moon lurks in the blue sky beside
it. You are guest to the world’s host; the result is a ghost.
The ghost of physics, located in the sound picture.
Is there something special about this?
Try to remember.
Once, the physical universe was located in a key region containable
within the compass of an ordinary dwelling or hut, such as is found
today in rural areas and shanty towns of underdeveloped countries. There
was no water. There were objects in the sky, but they didn’t count.
Too mobile, or something. Then things changed. They changed subtly,
by just a few percent, so that we should not have found ourselves present
all at once. After that, the stars appeared, and they would be just
right, but somewhere else, at some other appropriate time.
So, unless all these developments had occurred, we couldn’t be
here, visible and constant, actually observing the heavier elements,
whose interiors, themselves resembling sentient creatures, needed to
be present. How important is fusing, or pitch memory, or weird sleep?
Are these emergent properties of the mind, or whatever?
This box doesn’t deserve to think. I am in this space and the
world is out there, or, no it isn’t, it’s in here and I
am outside of it, and something happened.
The requirements to generate these laws (of motion; of consciousness)
necessitated such elements to be specially designed in order for order
to exist, at least in the sense of that existence of conscious life
such that sufficient time should have passed ... that we should or should
not be in a particular location. Something happened. Why was that significant?
We don’t know.
It was arranged and somehow it all pancaked out like that. The consequences
of which may well be compound.
We ask ourselves: why is life so rare? To answer that question, we need
to be present, creating space by a process of unfolding, in the sound
picture, not merely subject to cognitive systems. So whether you are
thinking or feeling, or have a sense of having implemented or shared,
you would need to come to the topic with your approaches hoovered. Are
you present? Please bring any supporting material.
Not knowing, you would have come out of nowhere. Proceeding from a blank
sheet, you’d be here till further notice. It’s quite unlike
the processes associated with prose narrative. From a spiral of fifths,
you would quickly withdraw, show up settled and translated, the voice
Having no framework, you would have created space, which is new and
But this quickly fades. The logics of line and syntax lapse. There is
tidal movement. It’s clean, and without history: a fiction, or
a contrivance. The consolations of philosophy are of no consequence
in such regard. Is this what we mean by an “alternative tradition”?
We can use such techniques to create nucleosynthesis, to generate such
elements as are required, to focus on the things that are certain or
likely to happen and to determine what we can do. The arguments can
be used to explain why the conditions happen to be right for achieving
existence at the present time. For if they were not just right, then
they would either be too vast in scale, or else significantly smaller
than was practicable in any event. Then we should not have found ourselves
in our present locations, but somewhere else, at some other appropriate
Therefore is the philosopher’s ladder to be discarded (kicked
away)? And do we find ourselves simultaneously immersed in and immune
from space, I mean, dangling or afloat? And are we all at once contained
within ourselves, yet joined at all points to what is? And for what
It is hard to accept the basis for your reasoning.
I don’t reason – I only dance.
It is incorrect to assert “We are here because we are meant to
be here”; for we could be here while not being meant to be here,
or, alternatively, we might not be here though we are meant to be here.
In either case, whether we are here or not here, it is impossible to
determine whether we are meant. We may be, or we may not. But because
of the shared dynamic of the history we lack, the history of existence
and non-existence which affects us equally, heats us and bequeathes
to us the sense of physicality that is so palpable and quick, because
of these and other reasons to do with interiority and exteriority, significance
and non-significance, we feel at home here. Now ask the question again.
There’s a lot of noise.