Ch.4 - A song takes over your world
Time seems to pass very slowly when I think in English. I grew up on English. There are some beautiful songs in English. Whenever I am with Jan, when she lets me go, I sometimes feel relieved, but usually, I feel depressed. Wistful, wishy, y'know? Like you want it to come back, but you know it's impossible.
I think about a barnacle attached to the side of a whale, it falls off the side of the whale, and it can no longer travel.
I'm proximately aware that perhaps these images of isolation and impotency suggested by the absence of Jan are one of the reasons she is who she is in the company. Really, control between people who are able to intelligbly comprehend each other is simply a function of aesthetics and rate of information processing. If she knows what you like she can reference it and fill your cognitive slate with subjectively positive notes, and it creates an addicting need. Everyone at Metatron is sort of a dependency addict, whose learned how to survive by habituating themselves to not need.
What just happened with me and Jan is, I was going to describe to you something about a seed inside a seed inside a seed inside a seed, but, you see, before you describe something, you have to become cognizant of it. To become cognizant of it, you must trace it to its source. I can't think in English all the way back to the source of my ideas. I could paint a picture of a place in english. Sometimes an idea can be likened to a place, or you can derive the idea from a place.
The place I described, with all the homogenous sand--you can derive a picture of "one" from that place. What is one? One is the number all the other numbers are built out of. Jan says that if you break up your thoughts into little pieces, then break the pieces into pieces, and so on until you can't break up anything anymore, you will wind up with one thing, and the thing is homogenous with all the other little things. The only difference is in the assembly of the fundamental components. She also says some things appear to be unbreakable because of the way they've been unified, and there is a way of "glueing" things together in a way that they can't be destructed, unless you have special separating information (which often involves knowledge of how the thing was united in the first place). She says the reason Metatron is unified is because of various types of glue, and the glue at the eschelons she works with is made of mostly music.
Waves, wind, fluttering vibrations, strings, pendulums, harmonic motion, energy.
Love? Clockwork.
I think about a barnacle attached to the side of a whale, it falls off the side of the whale, and it can no longer travel.
I'm proximately aware that perhaps these images of isolation and impotency suggested by the absence of Jan are one of the reasons she is who she is in the company. Really, control between people who are able to intelligbly comprehend each other is simply a function of aesthetics and rate of information processing. If she knows what you like she can reference it and fill your cognitive slate with subjectively positive notes, and it creates an addicting need. Everyone at Metatron is sort of a dependency addict, whose learned how to survive by habituating themselves to not need.
What just happened with me and Jan is, I was going to describe to you something about a seed inside a seed inside a seed inside a seed, but, you see, before you describe something, you have to become cognizant of it. To become cognizant of it, you must trace it to its source. I can't think in English all the way back to the source of my ideas. I could paint a picture of a place in english. Sometimes an idea can be likened to a place, or you can derive the idea from a place.
The place I described, with all the homogenous sand--you can derive a picture of "one" from that place. What is one? One is the number all the other numbers are built out of. Jan says that if you break up your thoughts into little pieces, then break the pieces into pieces, and so on until you can't break up anything anymore, you will wind up with one thing, and the thing is homogenous with all the other little things. The only difference is in the assembly of the fundamental components. She also says some things appear to be unbreakable because of the way they've been unified, and there is a way of "glueing" things together in a way that they can't be destructed, unless you have special separating information (which often involves knowledge of how the thing was united in the first place). She says the reason Metatron is unified is because of various types of glue, and the glue at the eschelons she works with is made of mostly music.
Waves, wind, fluttering vibrations, strings, pendulums, harmonic motion, energy.
Love? Clockwork.
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