Thoughts On Evolutions

Well, I think it was Sunday evening, September 2020. I was lazying around in my bed and probably felt somewhat horny because I usually don’t really open up Tinder. In an ocean of randomness and extremely boring and uniformed profiles, I stumbled upon a name and a vibe (?) that felt eerily familiar. I don’t know how else to explain that moment except an intuitive manifestation of a Yes feeling. Like some kind of light turned “ON” above my head and stayed there to suck out all the unhealthy shit and trauma from me. Rainbow exorcism. I did not know this person at all. It was a simple switch. First thing I wrote was: “Sweet, sweet tunes, B.” She wrote back “Oh yeah, yours as well!”. If it was all imagination, then it was also a memory that pushed me toward 3 strangest years of my life. This is what the blog is about. What can I say? Love is absolute madness. Greeks called this one a Divine Frenzy. It appears out of the blue, sets you on fire (quite literally, your consciousness melts), reboots your mind like an apocalyptic phantom breeze, and walks away leaving you with your tiny brain fundamentally, deeply altered. Suddenly, you’re looking at another world. It is true. Would Hindus ridicule me for being naive? I don’t know. Look. I might have offered a somewhat scientifically measurable model for explaining Jungian “Psychic Death” and psi phenomena, which, maybe unsurprisingly, also led me to a perspective that seems to explain “tha hardest problem in physics today”, quantum gravity. It’s only hard because academics wank to materialism. Quantum Gravity and all that is a kind of a side effect, not an initial attempt of my writing. If the theory turns out incorrect, I won’t suffer, but it has received support from some important people in the field. So, here it is, dear Socrates, Plato, and friends, 2 millenia later. You said no mortal would ever understand. Have we finally arrived, a tick before Singularity? Space-time crystal is a perfect symmetry, state of blissful consciousness immune to transformation, colloquially known as a Black Hole. A hole I fell into, you know, just like many others before and after me. Let me just say, it’s fucking beautiful inside.

My dear Dante, The Divine Comedy continues. Who will end up being a better director?

Here’s the theory: 9. Phenomenology of “Psychic Death” as Molecular and Geometric Docking – Things I Wasn’t Supposed to Talk About (thingsiwasntsupposedtotalkabout.com)

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