Lux Aeterna

This was necessary:



COME, said the Muse,
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,
Sing me the Universal.

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Dancing Wormholes and The Crystal Method

Last night, I wandered into a new dimension. A huge dose of bass pulled me into the floor and dropped me into a room nearly identical to the one above me, but on a different side of the mirror.

There was no air--nor any time. Just a space like warm water that held me in suspension while photonic angels tore me apart--leaving nothing but a dream and blackness.

We are not creatures of the flesh, but of sound and light and I felt the digitization of the self.

For some reason, this reminds me of an article I read about scientists learning how to use strands of DNA as fiber optics, but we shall return to that at a later date--once I am capable of assimilating and comprehending the landscape of consciousness that I stumbled upon last night.

In the meantime, I shall leave you with the words of the legendary cyberpunk author William Gibson:

"The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience."










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