Write No Cliches ... Pull No Punches ... And Keep Going All Night

8 doors to infinite wisdom (god knocked over the petri dish)

i was living in a three dimensional world
and experiencing with five senses thinking somehow
there was a difference in those perceptions
and that time was comparable to a coffee table

i gave them the ability to mold me with
euclidean geometry and gravity

but where is the universe where perfume rules
and music is king?
and where is that place that images are alive
and aniseed burns forever?

it's the skin that makes us believe -
it's the nerve endings that pull us into agreement

i was waiting
sitting on the sidelines of life
being wife-mother-wife in succession
a cyclical reproduction of self vs. self
opening my heart-ears-head to be conquered
to be owned-held in someone else's idea(l)

but i feel and i think and i change

god sat somewhere in the quanta
somewhere in that space between theory and matter
strumming the strings that play silent symphonies
bending solidarity into a wrap-around meaning of life

i've wasted hours of breath screaming into voids,
into fields of energy that don't understand destruction

i've externalized this bile into fireworks for
tiny galaxies that orbit my dumb head

i've tried to force it all into this meat
shoved it into the hollow and it kept seeping
between the fallacy of corpus christi and universal laws

the temple is a scapegoat, a prison cell, a false boundary
like tearing the universal fabric is a loophole

the universe is a naked, skinless idea

At 9:03am on October 18th, 2008, Steven Van Neste said…: Inspired by reading Kaku?
Interestingly enough both Husserl and Heidegger have reacted against science, the first by saying that science has forgotten about the ‘living-world’, the latter by saying science has forgotten about ‘nothing’ and thus consequently about ‘being’.
Maybe the perfume we smell brings us into another dimension; I am thinking about when you feel off, you know and you go out and the world seems different, perhaps madness comes from some other dimension.
Another great book both you and Paul may like is Seth Lloyd’s “Computing the Universe”, a work that closely resembles my own thought that everything is information, for me there are just all those layers of data and consciousness forms in them, twists around in it all …

At 9:52am on October 18th, 2008, Wendy Grimsley said…: This wasn't a book report. as for Kaku, some of his stories are exciting when written from the point of view of a child, but the long winded interpretations of equations make no sense to me, and over-complicate the ideas. Theoretical physics has a way of romanticizing an idea and then turn it into a dull boring mess by trying to put a formula with it. who the hell are we trying to outsmart? nature?
we aren't so much concerned about the higher dimensions for the sake of the higher dimensions, we are concerned about their ability to enhance our own. and what makes them "higher?" because we theorize that the have more perceivable angles than we do?

the point that i was trying to make here, is that as long as we keep trying to fit these unknown forces or what have you into the prejudices of our form we will fail. there are easier ways to explain it all, and in time -- i'll get it out there.