Monday, March 12, 2012

No, wait ... no, don't ... no, do ... no -- oh

It's all in the timing, wouldn't you say?

If time worked backwards, why would it ever want to go forwards? Forward motion is not where it's at, at all! If it was, we would not spend half our time wishing for some halcyon past and the other half fearing some future apocalypse. (Actually, I like Jack Kirby's spelling: "Apokalips." Sort like somebody named Apoka had really nice lips. Maybe she did.)

You see, time is what we have as a gift, but it works backward -- because our world is upside down from the real world. So we move in opposite synchrony from the other end of the infinite ellipse (Elli's lips? OK, n-e-v-e-r m-i-n-d ... .) That's right, our world is fake -- a backwards and upside down imitation of the real one. So to move forward in time, we're actually moving backward (with respect to the real world), and to move backward (only in daydreams) we must move forward (in the same respect to reality).

This is so: when we move back in time in daydreams, we must extrapolate a fake future and impose it on the past to make it seem like a lost paradise. It never really happened (of course not -- nothing we do or remember ever does), so we impose in our minds an unreal set of assumptions about how good it was way back then compared to now (Now is a fraud, of course. Stay with me here. Or leave.). And we do the same for the future ("It's just going to be horrible!").

Sometimes reality rips into Fraudworld: chaos invades and (of course) looks like streamlined organization, disasters actually happen (instead of nonactuallynothappening) and are made much worse by our incompetence (which would be competence if our spacetimedimensionworld actually worked in true forwardfuturepastnonreversemotiontimespace). This can be seen from the doublereverse negations I just used -- those offer the potential for reality intrusion.

That's why we must follow our hearts but watch our steps. You never know for sure which direction you're moving in.


LJ orig.: Oct 23, 2007

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