life is a Universal Law

life does not know_it has to learn

 – this learning thing___this endless genetic data collection mechanism is universally uniform___concurrent machines of life



this fluid field

this world line, continually flowing into its new shape, does not know what is best,

it has to learn, it has to build and enhance over and over.

Energic projection flowing upwards into environmental constraints

it has to learn and teach and relearn

over an over


this life

this current stage of what we are____ it is universally concurrent

we are all reaching this place together

all these new fields of experience across the manifold texture of now

_ultimate now ___that higher dimensional peak of absolute present across the entire topography of this flowing field

this current slice of the world tube we keep falling into

gathering ourselves
learning and relearning

life does not know_it has to learn
constant

we are existent across the entire manifold stretch of now_this form of us_
this shape of what we are underneath__ shining upwards and out___concurrent ordering systems

coexistent - simultaneous across all stretches of universal space
are all gatherers of information
all pods of selection and progression evolving together across the non-space manifold of underneath

all universal life reaches these same highs together, evolving parallel

the same light from underneath
it wants to learn
these motifs of us___ these engrams of what we are to be
it wants to evolve and not be ignorant anymore


how to sustain this complexity?_______this is the question it asks continuously
this is its gathering evolution

this great store house of us, it sits in silence collecting our survival__storing our systems of ordering

stacking information procedures

we learn this
we store this
we activate this
we adapt


concurrent systems of adaptation running parallel across all non-space


is this time? I ask the system

this stacking of information?

is this the linearity of perception?

is this our mortal lineage?

but it sits in silence, this god of us, this constellation of all we have been

it sits in silence_ learning of what it is

life does not know___it wants to learn of itself

so it doesn’t tell me

this silent god of what we are to be


across this horizontal slice of worldtube I slide_ gathering its feast

filling its storehouses with all the grain of my days

all our days flowing into its structure

it learns

it teaches us every time we arrive here

flowing its projection of what we are up into us

maintaining and sustaining and projecting us into its future

this immortal us_ just underneath

unbroken line of information storage and retrieval

we carry it onwards

we____steps in its bridge to its future where it will understand and become_

_beyond its gathering and learning

life doesn’t know but it wants to understand

how to sustain complexity


why? I ask it

why maintain sustain obtain this complexity

but it sits in silence this god of us

this energic projection from underneath

inside

immortal hidden traveller of what we are

what we really are

carrying us in its shapes of complexity

"_one can no longer maintain the division between the observer and the observed" David Bohm

You overinvolve me in myself___ in ways I can not control
inferior function, blood side of what I am.
You fire up between my thoughts, invisible to me, biting and spitting.
Between the words I imagine, you spin webs I can not see, forked tongue sniffing the threat you perceive everywhere. Yes you see threat everywhere. The object holds terror, danger; you scream those simple directions beneath my hearing.

Those things out there are shapes of the threat you imagine. Sharp objects all; even the softest of things lies dangerous underneath you stare.

You are an impossible weight, unmoveable stone of what I am. And what is this thing I am? You never tell me, you just show me blood and sharp teeth, what is this thing with hands? This thing that sees with your eyes?

I call it “I” but I think that is a lie___“I” will; this is what I say___ “I” am what I have conjured by thought and intent. But when I say these things you don’t look me in the eye, your gaze wanders to somewhere else, it fixes on things far away when I say “I”.

This thing that I am.

This thing I am not______not I.

So what are these thoughts of “I” you feed me with? Raging queen of all my hidden things.

Blood, you sell me blood, I can taste it when you smile.

You sell it to me on thoughts of “I”.


Queen of the soil, grown crystals, mother of delight.


Only the flesh is delight. You always speak through clenched teeth, and always weave the paradox from underneath.

Thing of light and air you tell me of the flesh and its eternal snare.

Where does the flesh become me? Where do I become the flesh?

overinvolver____ tying me to myself, to this fiction of the soil__ with these eyes you look through, with these hands you shake and tremble___ telling me of terrible things. Sometimes you tell me of the most terrible thing of all; whisperer of “I” ___when I fall, whisperer of “I”____when I laugh.

I see your beautiful smile when I say these things, your eyes flash, you bringer of this most terrible of things, you bringer of this ultimate weight.
overinvolver____singing the most terrible of songs. Melodies of the flesh sung by the voice of a ghost. fleshless harmonies.

Where does the flesh become you? Or are you the voice of blood and bone? Are you the voice from that place where It becomes I?

The other half of me, queen of the soil, mother of blood, ghost of this weight I can not tolerate.

“Spirit of Gravity” just an overinvolver in myself, pulling me down into those bright thoughts of above.

entangling me in myself and drawing me inwards I don’t think I can resist.

Can we ever resist ourselves? These a priori automatic mechanisms of birth, these central motifs of humanity blazing through us, sculpting the “us” we think of as our own creation. These overwhelming chemical structures of “I”.

What? I see you there, I hear you laugh.

Why tell me of “I” just to remove it again.

overinvolver

ultra_evolver

stop pushing me forward and let me blend back into this herd I can no longer feel, stop opening up the sky and showing me the space above my head, let me fall back into the flesh,

show me your sensual side, let it swell and pulse and accept me back, let me feel everyone again

let me feel myself again


primordial ordering system_____overinvolver

you make me this____limited thing

you show me that____and I cant reach it