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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cosmology + Ontology = Cosmontology NEW Cosmontological Principle: Be SO SO humble! >>> SEE NOTE BELOW A Sufi Dream-Poem--Our purposefully "proto-conscious" UNI-ballish recycling? By: Moji Agha Started on Oct. 26, 2020 You know? Being a microtubular cosmontologically proto-conscious goofy sufi dervish, "I have a dream" too. I tell the truth & nothing but these dream-imagined truths, under the penalty of perjury. So help me O' God. OK? I hereby witness to a cosmontological UNI-ball, the one & only UNI-ball, somehow, some-why. My herein imagined, literally dreamed, UNI-ball, which has in its cosmic and logical belly, EVERY thing, ALL photons & aeons, is a REALLY BIG perfect sphere, to be perfectly just to ALL its inhabitants. This one & only EVER cosmological UNI-ball has come to be, for ontological reasons NO ONE can fathom, somehow some-why somewhere some-when. My UNI-ball is like a perfect red apple, hanging up there on the "purposeful" branch of the "random" apple tree, waiting patiently in time and space--or whatever (in cool or hot energy flows, dark or not) for the appropriate opportunity, without knowing why, to bonk the perfect heads of history's Sir Isaac Newtons; perhaps to stimulate the UNI-ballish microtubular dream-imaginations of countless perfect red apples; fruits of boundless curiosity. WHY? I don't know! Do you? My UNI-ball dream-imagines itself as inherent unavoidable perfection, to be the perfect sphere of infinity, in order to be perfectly just to itself & every THING "within" it. So everything, all fragments & stars can be recycled--hence renewed perfectly & uniquely with no repetition, as gigantic big bang singularity babies are born, re-born & re-born, from the eternally renewed wombs of perfectly recycled & forever recycling mother black holes; cycling "conformally" over & over, dancing through infinities, aeon to aeon, from remote futures to distant pasts. O' God: What is the TRUTH of this from dust to dust dance of mortal beings with "conformal" immortality? Now & here & there, this eternally perfect recycling of star dust, this unique dance of perfect renewal, happens everywhere & every-when in my perfectly spherical imagined UNI-ball dream. In other puny human words, this mother & baby dance of conformal birth & death keeps every THING--EVERY particle, I mean EVERY thing, engaged in the inevitable decadent dance of intense inescapable particle attraction, causing ALL extremely squeezed big bang babies to eventually find no choice but to explode out of the singularity, or whatever, wombs of ALL mother black holes; so all babies become mothers who then, again & again & again become perfectly conformally recycled uniquely renewed miracle baby fragments, or stars. So this unique eternal dance of unique babies & unique mothers goes on forever in the belly of my apple-like UNI-ball. Why? What for? By who? God? I mean, this SELF-LESS miracle UNI-ball is, in the absolute fact of my dream-imagination, an ever self-renewing sacred (?) recycling "machine" that is always pregnant with, thus giving cosmontological birth to being & un-being, to the maddening two sides of this ungraspable coin which has a value that is impossible to measure. And in the perfectly imagined dark night that keeps birthing this dream of mine, somehow there "is" a lot, a lot, a lot of impossible to see dark matter, lots of attractively grave dark energy; Right? Could this dark matter & energy be that loving ever-present invisible mama-midwife, to the pregnancy & birth dance of the exponentially expanding visible star stuff? Could this dark stuff be the powerful "collectively unconscious" gravitational influence, the hidden "muscle memory" if you will, that keeps the dance of recycling forms in perfect harmony? In perfect order? Could wormholes be the birth canals of recycled new baby big bangs, cosmontologically exiting their mama black holes, on her "other" sides? Frustrated, I keep asking: What is the (dark) matter with my dream-imagination, in this dark night of unknowability? Anyhow, because "my" goofy sufi UNI-ballish dream-imagination, that has evolved out of this miraculous evolutionary dance, and keeps big-banging out of the never-ending recycled wombs of "my" uncountable black-hole-mamas, is essentially a crying baby, I hereby dream-imagine under the penalty of perjury, that my one & only UNI-ball home is, always has been and forever will be pregnant with a grand grand unfathomable purpose, carrying a perfectly mysterious inherent meaning & purpose; somehow, some-why. Could the purpose of all this recycling somehow involve an evolutionary dance, toward the PERFECTION-ING "self-actualization" of our grand-mama Uni-ball? Being a barely evolved baby, I am wise enough to let math-ontologists, physicists, philosophers, theologians, jurists & poets (and all other crazy ones) worry about the grand how, and especially the grand WHY of this ashes to ashes, dust to dust dance of cosmontological grand recycling, this miraculous unique renewing, witnessed by the silently invisible gravitational smile of a being for whom my knowing or not knowing does not (dark) matter. Does the baby chick, while still inside the egg, ask such crazy WHY and HOW questions? Does it ask these mother of all questions: How has my Uni-ball home come to be? What is its Uni-ballish function? purpose? meaning? & WHY? WHY ??? I don't know. All I can do is doing my one & only job: Crying in my big-bang baby dream for the evolved milk of EVENTUALLY awake imagination. Will you join me? DO CRY PLEASE; Before it is too late. NOTE: A summarized "translation" into prose of this poem (part of a difficult-to-explain introduction of its pre-theoretical contents to an in-depth scholar of consciousness) is summarized in this essay: https: // www. poetrysoup.com/article/prose_translation_of_cosmontological_poetry-4772
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