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Cosmology + Ontology = Cosmontology 

NEW Cosmontological Principle: Be SO SO humble! 

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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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