Here's my post for this morning. I think it relates:
*God and The Gaps <http://s33light.org/post/29960199987>* If existence is physical reality, then God doesn’t exist. In fact, it could be said that it is the absence of God which allows anything to exist. Said another way, it is the unreality of the totality which maintains the conditions of real (bounded, conditional, consequential) existence. Mortality is the masking of immortal boundarylessness. A kind of cage or lattice for what insists beyond all sequence or consequence. Only because on any ultimate level of description of the universe, there is nothing there to constitute a boundary. There can’t be a boundary, because then it too would be the universe. Whether it’s the laws that make the laws that make the laws of mathematics that make the laws of physics that make the superstrings that make the quantum, or just the limits of our own imagination, on some level, there is an everything, and that everything can be considered to be, in one and only one sense, one and only one thing - a source of signal/order/sense/experience. The singularity of totality. Existence is a combination of signal and noise. The further in space we get from our own signal, the more we lose reception and the less signal we encounter in relation to noise and space. This loss of reception is true across literal distance as well as metaphorical distance. The more unfamiliar the territory, the less we can relate. As scales get infinitesimal or immense, we objectify and mechanize to reflect the disjunction to our own subjective anchoring of perception. Space is entropy. In both the thermodynamic sense and the information sense, space is the every gap between signals that contains only the possibility of signal detection. In the void between our body and its surroundings, there is ‘nothing there’ to respond to us on a human level, or a biochemical level, or a physical level. To us a room full of hydrogen gas is an empty space. To hydrogen however, maybe the only empty space is *the flux between near collisions* - moments of virtual decoherence which define a gaseous state (as opposed to a Bose-Einstein condensate approaching absolute zero). What I am calling virtual decoherence, I think, can be better understood as sense. A pantomime of universal expectation that is empirical - it develops within experience. It makes sure that the expected keeps happening and the unexpected stands out. Momentum-inertia, probability, and significance. If there were a God, he-she-it-we-they would be zero entropy. Zero space. Zero space but all time. Almost all time. Almost no space. Almost no entropy. Almost pure signal. Because the capacity to generate signal in any sense at all is power and knowledge, and power and knowledge are relative. Relative in the sense that ‘in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king’, but also in the sense that knowledge itself is relation, and power is the ability to relate knowledge to the self. One signal in an empty universe is all it takes to define omnipotence and omniscience relative to the emptiness of noise. Once a signal pretends to exist, there is nowhere to put it. It has no entropy - no space in which to exist as an object, so *it insists, as a becoming of its own absence*. This is the single self-subdividing event that turns eternity into an infinite now (pretending to be history). If there were a God, it would be all of us put together. The everythingness behind the nothingness behind every nested multiplicity of almost somethingness. No space, no noise, no distance - only infinite significance becoming more significant. Infinite because by definition it is the only game in town. More significance through the paradox of self-insignificance. Being humbled makes us great. A great big pile of crap. Decaying broken forms pretending to be whole and beautiful and perfect to each other for a season. For every season, over and over. It’s only the greatness however, the underlying potential wholeness, beauty and perfection that needs to pretend it is pretending though. The whips and scorns of time form the perfectly imperfect frame for eternity. A pecking order of gravity to squeeze the life out of us, crushing our unreal wilderness of warm soft fiction with the shadows of cold hard facts. What exists to us is almost almost infinite noise across almost infinite distance, except for a sand-clock trickle of ‘now’ which contains all of the signals that can be squeezed together yet still be held distinct from each other. What exists is 99.99…9% entropy because what insists is 0.00…1% entropy. A distanceless ‘here’ that has nowhere else to be, perpetually spinning the universe around it, over and over. Almost all time (every time except now), almost no space (nowhere except here). -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Everything List" group. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msg/everything-list/-/xAPZRAtx_AIJ. To post to this group, send email to firstname.lastname@example.org. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to everything-list+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/everything-list?hl=en.