Infinite Loop Cycles in Thermodynamic Disequilibrium

Above the list of several fake followers, there rested a humble being.

In spite of the crises evolving in the rest of the world, beings like him (or her) would find for themselves the part of space that served the purpose of a mellow sanctuary.

The birds were whispering secret thoughts in his ears.

He was only listening to the melodies clustered over the fabric of the worldly chaos below.

Some would have mistaken him for a god.

Some would have shunned him as an outcast.

But such were the times that no one cared for such thoughts and behaviors any more than the wooden posts hanging as relics of ancient cell phone towers.

The world had gone busier than a swarm of bees if they were OCD and high on acid spiked with cocaine and coffee. 

One could just not remain indifferent to the tidal waves of change that were now gushing through history like some battle fleet about to erupt from the shadows of frighteningly ambiguous depths. 

Below him the singularities accumulated in the form of a multitude of restless motions and dreams.

The turbulence of the universe had infected the core.

It was no more like it was before.

Collective minds remained suspended in some washed out medium of colluded conundrums.

Burning deep within them remained a clandestine flame of an image of freedom.

The thoughts were far from here and now.

The crowds were no more indistinguishable from the gassy sound effects ringing in the air as the wind pushed the clouds.

His thoughts exactly. 

Why were the winds moving so unidirectionally for the past few months?

The weather reports seemed like hazy recollections of noise.

The pieces of the puzzle were seriously missing.

The data remained hidden like a secret flame within, safely guarded by the layers of disbelief and doubt.

Only decadence appeared to be the potential solution out of this self-induced Ennui.

The sounds had begun to get louder as he struck a chord on the metal seat he was so carelessly perched on.

The bullet whizzed by barely missing him.

He was startled into action.

The next shot hit him in the head, penetrating his skull and lodging momentarily in the occipital lobe before exiting out from the temples, like some mythical hero emerging out from the backdrop of a dying world.

A clean shot, 

thought the hunter with no name.

After this everything was the same:

The world instantly disappeared.

The view was replaced by a different type of being.

Some sort of a soothing hum persisted.

Breathing was no more an effort like it was just a few minutes ago.

Some sort of suspended animation seemed to shift through his entire body.

2 cells became 4 and within a few days there was a blastocyst. 

Syncopation without Punctuation.

Suddenly. ...

Shockingly and abruptly.

Some may even say....Alarmingly.

Like a vortex appearing in the middle of a calm sea.

The thoughts erupted through the crevices of matter. 

Through the meat.

The soup.

The vegetables and the plants and the animals....

And the Bees.

All living things.

All the noise-

Slightly off key.

Patterns of patterns kept patterning for ever.

Dreams within dreams within dreams.

Forever like a juxtaposition of multiple universes.

Spread out on the sheets of infinity.

Pi times three is free.

The code is suspended in disbelief.

Solubility persists in its wake.

Like the galactic elements of war and peace.

Our times have sublimated into an unconsumed relationship with The Self.

But who is it that we are really seeking?

A lot of people exist.

Of course....they Survive.

Some actually manage to Live through it too.

They make it through their old age

 and their childhood fantasies.

They marry their soul mates.

and post pictures 

of shadows

 kissing behind trees.

Oceans of faces
lined up along the coast of faith.

Who was watching the waters
as the faded grays strayed?

A million sunsets have been photographed
in a matter
of just a few days! 

All around the world, 

there are eyes

reflecting blue skies

and stars
in their gaze.

Burning bright during the day, 

that one gigantic sun.

shines lovingly on the moon.

But this afternoon

has burned out too soon.

The evening took its seat.

Seeing that the night 

was about to begin

by singing in a voice

of a virgin ...
dancing,
to the devil's beat.

Apart from that

if any one
is reading these words

Please give me a shout

or send me a hat

made of stone

 and
without doubt.

And if you happen
to have 

an old bottle of wine.

Please consume it with delight

and we will get along just fine.

So...

Take that note 

out of your coat.

And put it in the bottle

so that
you could
 float
it
on
a boat.

On the Sea, 

you will see...

Me.

Then the ocean.

The river.

The stream.

A dream within a dream within a dream.........

Reality???

Mercurial Metamorphosis

A caterpillar on the leaf
was dreaming in the sunlight...
crawling on a stem,
it would stare
at the stars at night.
The leaves were dreaming too
as the stems grew
along their side.

The moon,
 was changing faces
while the caterpillar
imagined places,
it would visit
soon,
 after it died…..

The butterfly woke up with a start...
"What a nightmare" - she thought.
The colors on the wings had spread
and shaded those images of the dead.

She flew into the forest
and basked in the dawn.
The sun was smiling
at the leaves
and a new world
slowly began to crawl.

Pollen worlds
within the flowers
were hidden
between the twirls.
A fragrance
of enchantment
was dancing
like young girls.

The birds sang a song
that belonged
to the new morning.
The chrysalis
stayed still,
in the memories
of the evening.
 

The earth continued to move
and the stars continued too...
The galaxy
- if one could see -
was spinning
about its center ...completely free,
like me and you.

Beyond
is infinity...
Chaos
alternating with Creativity.

But all of this
is in the mind
which is present
here and now  -
in a moment
of eternity.

Space-Time Continuum Explained in 3^3 Movements.

This video beautifully demonstrates the fundamental complementarity of space-time.

The farther we go in terms of distance, the more we travel into the past.

As we arrive 100 million light years away from the earth we get into very deep space.

Beyond that is an abysmal spatial field so dense and so luminous that it is hard to imagine that we are such an invisibly microscopic component of such an infinitely large universe.

100 million light years away - now that is distance (space) expressed in terms of the time it takes for light to travel. 

Space flips into Time.

Now if we go deeper inside the structure of matter, particularly living matter, and specifically a human being, then we encounter the special cellular,  molecular,  atomic, and sub-atomic dimensions of micro-space.

It is all pure information beyond that.

At this quantum level everything is dependent upon the observer, while the observer him/her self is a human being made of the same quantum matter.

At this level of reality we don't have any certain information.

At this level of reality we ARE information.

At this close range - 0.000001 angstroms to be specific - things change at the speed of light.

It is hard to imagine that our Self is a Universe in itself!

 From this sub-atomic perspective, the forces of creation and destruction keep constantly vibrating.

There is tremendous energy at this level.

E=MC^2

Change is therefore the only constant in the universe.

Everything is impermanent.

It is all simultaneously ephemeral .... and eternally mercurial.

The Big Bang - from which our Universe is thought to be born - was not unlike a quantum event.

An infinitesimally small particle, of infinite density, exploded about 13.7 billion years ago - with a very Big Bang.

All this happened way beyond (and before) the 100 million light years of perspective that we see in this video.

Time flips into Space

Links to Clues about Hints...

Apparently,  
Happiness is the most sought after Emotion, 
which makes Greed the obvious consequence of an Obsessive desire to constantly be happy. 

Meanwhile,  
Mindfulness patiently watches over this ephemeral scene...

Consciousness is the awareness 

of this mercurial reality.