Everything and everyone who ever was, is, will be or might have been exists - right now - right here - all at once, similtaniously.In the beginning, there was only ONE raw material. Everything that exists, everything that existed, everything that will exist or ever could have had existance is GOD. Rocks. Light waves. Plants. Bugs. Water. All matter, all plasma. Me. Even you. That's right - YOU.
SIN IS THE ATTITUDE OF SEPERATION FROM GOD. Everything is God. Look at a fern-leaf - this is God's word for the relationship between the part and the whole and the holy. It is written in a base-four notational system called DNA. Each leaf is shaped in the image of the entire fern. Each part of the fern-leaf is shaped in the image of the fern-leaf and in the image of the whole fern. Fractle self-similarity.
Consider a holigram. Odd things, Holigrams. Too bad those low-tech mid-east goat-herders, sheep-shearers, and dung-gatherers didn't know about holigrams. Didn't have much for words, back then. Didn't have much for thoughts either - words map to concepts and thoughts relate concepts to other concepts. Few words, thus few concepts - not much to think with. Very sad. Downright tragic.
Cut a holigram in half. Each half of the holigram has the ENTIRE 3D IMAGE. The resolution is just a tad lower. Cut each half in half. Each quarter piece STILL has the complete three-dimensional image. But the resolution is lower than before. And so on. And so on.
Now consider a man. Let's call him Adam. Innocent, self-centered - horney little dude, to be sure.
Give him a woman (don't need the whole rib, just two cells - the excess is just to provide error correction and control through statistical redundancy). You can make a woman from a man - he has both an X and a Y in each cell. Can't do vice-versa, though - Woman has only two Xs. Food for thought.
Consider the woman. Let's call her Eve. Innocent, self-centered - uninhibited little minx, most assuredly. But what a fox!
Now put them together. The inevitable occurrs - Eve gets knocked up. The holigram splits - a child is born, named Cain. It happens again - the name is Abel. Now we have four people - four pieces of Adam. Four names. Three have four letters, one has three letters. (1=male, 0=female for obvious reasons like anatomical similarity. At this stage the word is 1011, which equals 11.)
Just like cutting a holigram. The image is conserved, but the resolution has decreased. Adam has begun to die - the noise and errors and entropy laps just a bit higher, like a tide coming in.
The first kid snuffs the second. An image is lost - it must be replaced. The foursquare must be recovered. Seth is born, and the foursquare is restored. (Now the word to date is 10111, which equals 23!)
The children have children. Who have children. Who in turn have children. Down through time. Down to the present day. The holigram is really getting shredded now. Each tiny speck STILL contains the entire image - but it's so low-rez you really have to use your imagination to see it. The holigram has been hacked into BILLIONS of pieces.
What to do about this? Ever wonder what intelligence is FOR? Ever hear about an image-enhancement algorythm? Like the spy satillites use? You know - make a pixel between each pair of pixels that is the average of the two pixels? Run the routine on your image. Use your God-given intelligence to do it (you can get back to making weapons and figuring out how to fuck yer neighbor's wife or ass or poodle dog or all three together and in combination later).
Guess what? The resolution improves! Oh, shit - now you have more intelligence and more imagination and keener intuition! Loop that sucker, dude. burn some major CPU cycles. Make yer skull sweat. Go, baby - go. Iteration after iteration.
Res on rez on rez. K-Rad to the absolute... end. Or is it the beginning? You have now asymtotically approached the original, full, high resolution image. Your image is crisp. Your mind is keen. Your knowledge and perceptive capability is downright scary, man. You commune with God, the source of all. Ecstacy forever! Mutual love on a level heartofore only glimpsed in dreams.
You see, in the beginning, God was lonely. Only his own future for company. He looked around - sight and mind like a laser - nothing else to know. What he wanted was - what he needed was - a friend. A companion. A brother. A sister. A buddy. A babe. So hey - he made some. Lots of them.
The prototype was Lucifer. He looked at God and said MINE! FOR ME! GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME NOW! Hey - nice first try. If it was totally predictable, why even try it? Probability and Shroetenger's cat. God loved him. God grieved for him. God grieves for him still. God tried again.
And so it goes. You know what you're here for. You know your destiny. Give a friend and buddy a break for once. Get to work. Go with God. Love, and be loved and be love. Be God. For His sake.
A parable:
God is the Generator.
God's love is the electricity.
Some people are the wires. - They convey the electricity
Most people are the appliances - They consume the
electricity.
But the True Christians are the GROUND
For they return the electricity to the Generator.
Ain't technology wunnerful? :)
'Till 2003,
-Adam23
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