From the Midden - 4&5
We have left the current dig and returned to the trailer. Quite a bit of the Level 2 tell has to do with Silence. Here’s one of the shards:
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You might call her Pure Silence. When Silence dropped into place around the first word, all the letters and sounds got spaces between them like automatic reformatting. Before that, all the sounds hadn’t been separated and you couldn’t tell them apart, and their letters weren’t attached yet and they couldn’t fall into order to make a word either.
To understand Pure Silence you need to understand the very first great INHALE. And THEN what you want to know is how the inhale became an exhale became an inhale and an exhale and so on…and just why and how everything in this world got made the way it is. Ostensibly from breathing and not all the talking that came after it….
Shards C77-C83
Tel el Told,
archives of the Museo d’Orthopaedia
(Raz al Sharara, Monica)
Returning to our coffee in the trailer, you might better grasp the reason for this particular dig. Have a seat. Think of what we’re looking at.
For example, you should realize that giving something meaning and making it happen are very connected, which is why there is totally SO MUCH TO IMAGINE between the Rumble and the Word. Shards and shards and shards of shards. And you put them altogether and what have you got? Shards.
The point is, that In-between the Rumble and the Word is what we most need to understand, and that is it’s actually still happening.
Seers and saints and scientists and solipsists have been trying to tell us this for EVER, and I’m telling us again. The reason for this is, we can hardly see how it is all still happening–and obviously we can’t because we are right smacked in the middle.
And that is why I thought of naming the whole heshebang: “The Birth and Continual Life of the Anthropomorphically Mythic Singularity.” It’s a BIG bang, but naturally female and male, so we can call it the heshebang.
“Anthropomorphic” means picturing things in familiar terms of people, as if we are at the center of the universe like in a seat at the Hayden Planetarium, or any similar dome, the interior of which projects the thoughts and sounds and music and absolute pitch darkness at the flick of a mouse’s tail.
Remembering that whether the projector tells the story of the nearby solar system, the Milky Way, the galaxies beyond and so far away as to be peering into the earliest days after the Big Bang—or the very bangful stuff that resides so small within us to somehow contribute to the chemistry and language of our DNA—-you must remember we are at the center. That’s how we discovered the Rumble. It begins with YOU.
Aren’t you glad you took a seat? Of course. The chemistry that is breaking from the squiggles and making the DNA possible in the heshebang-that-is-NOW, is in no ways meaningful beyond the merest conjecture. And yet meaningful ne’ertheless. 1
It is now time to return to Tell Level 1 of our excavation, for to grasp anything before time or talk itself, one must see how the dust settles, and why the Rumble and Silence are related to the Great Original Disambiguation…which distinguishes between Good Orderly Direction, Guaranteed Overnight Delivery, left-handed and right-handedness, and the origins of original shit. At least from this dig.
There may Well be a Tell so Bold to be Told at-sum-other Time in Rhyme.
The executives creating the story that’s projected to your consciousness through your headpiece are twisted as anything. They can do no better than the YOU when it comes to the Rumble (better to sleep you with, my dear). They —being our thoughts or thungks— may talk to us as gods, revealing all that they’re juggling in our brains, turning the juggle into a swooshing soundful digital coloranimation in the shared bubble being absorbed by the both of us at this moment. Their ends are stretching out beyond belief, to touch—not through curved space and time—but by a diaphenous shape through which we streak a course up the middle, Don’t dare open your eyes. They, …you… are the zipper! I’ll only warn you once.