''A genius child born into a family of intellectually inferior - an

odyssey disguised as systemic rebellion'' - Me.

''Parents behave like creditors these days. Their children are an

investment - and woe to the child that does not generate

exponential profits'' - Me

''Men of genius are perhaps the only real men. The rest of us are

teachable animals'' - Paraphrased

''There's the CEO mentality and there's the la-la land mentality.

How about we connect the two to create a viable hybrid'' - Me.

''Social taboo transcends corporate profit'' - Me

Ten (Alternative) Commandments

1. Worship the system. Do what it demands. This is your God.

2. Be humbled by authority for they are God's physical

manifestation.

3. You shall show your utmost respect for God by offering Him

part of your labor with joy in your heart.

4. Business is the ultimate measure of any relationship.

5. Have sex with all you deem systemically worthy.

6. Snuff out life unworthy of systemic consideration.

7. By defending God you defend your right to live.

8. Lie becomes the truth if God tells you so.

9. Follow God and you are superior to all creation.

10. Turn as many individuals into systemic drones as possible.

Chapter One: Arcane Sanctum

Mainstream bookstores are just that - mainstream. You will not

find real gems inside them. If you want to discover something

worth your while, it is imperative you visit a second-hand

bookstore. Better yet, make sure you do it in places like New York

and London. You will discover so many pages to peruse, then

immerse yourself in them...all of that will leave you feeling like

your mind has been sucked into a vortex of arcane knowledge.

There is this bookstore in Edgware I like. To be honest, I am not

really sure why. It must be that emotional connection - every time

I would visit a boot sale, I would then make my way to this very

store. London is even more beautiful when basked in the

Indian
summer Sun, with red and yellow maple leaves swirling around,

directed by the omnipresent force of nature.

The store...hmm...what can I tell you about it, you ask? Well, for

one, I have been coming here for quite some time now. When you

enter, two of the owners can barely be seen. A mother and he r son,

that's the enterprise. You can barely see the mother, who mainly

remains hidden in the middle of the store, as if trying to distance

herself from the clientele. Short and somewhat homely, when she

says no it means no. She is never intimidated by mind games. I

once witnessed an old Jew trying to use his bargaining powers on

her...he finally had to accept defeat.

Sure, you can always ask the mother but it is more likely you will

encounter the son. And it is a big store, where twists and turns are

many. Whether you want to inquire about the location of a

particular section or perhaps you just need a ladder to reach the

higher echelons of this sanctum - this chap who could easily get a

role on The Hunchback of Notre-Dame is your friend. I learned the

ladder lesson the hard way, you see - that pesky wooden object

kept tempting me to explore all the shelves above my head. I was

hesitant at first, but I finally succumbed. My close encounter with

the floor has been haunting me for days.

''Excuse me'' I notice the male owner. ''Can you hold this ladder

for me?''

''Sure'' he mumbles. ''No problem.''

''Alright'' I smile and look at the ladder. ''Here I come.''

''Oh!'' the man exclaims as the ladder shakes.

I freeze, but fortunately for me a potentially fatal fall is nipped in

the bud.

The man sighs. ''That was close.''

''No, no'' I shake my head. ''This is a potential health hazard'' I

conclude and slowly climb down.

''Nothing today?'' the man asks.

''I think so'' I nod slightly, happy to have survived the 'ladder

situation.' ''I've got enough for now...you know.''

''Yeah'' the assistant eyes me. ''You're one of our most versatile

clients.''

''Good to know'' I smile. ''I'm not surprised, though, my interests

range from serial killers to sever weather.''

''Mark'' the mother emerges from the shadows. ''Come with me

please.''

The man looks at me to make sure if there is anything I might need

and then follows his mother. They are immersed by the never-

ending dungeon of arcane knowledge.

Chapter Tw o: I'll Have To Ask the Manager

Sausage and eggs. This attraction has probably arisen both out of

love and necessity, if you know what I mean. And if you do not,

then let me be diplomatic and not delve into this any further.

I usually eat sausage and eggs after a day of intellectual labor. I

have this pub I go to, inside one of many London shopping malls.

The only problem is: I want five sausages, instead of three. That's

difficult for them to grasp, you see.

''We can offer three sausages, Sir'' it usually

starts.
''I want five...'' I affirm.

''I'll have to ask the manager if it's possible, Sir'' the answer

comes my way.

''Alright'' I sigh.

You see, I have been coming to this pub for a while, but they still

have not wrapped their heads around certain...idiolectic

idiosyncracies I tend to exhibit. I pay, so what is the flippin'

problem, right? They should be happy!

After all has been confirmed and my order has been approved, I

am asked where do I want to sit.

''There, two wooden benches with scattered cushions and the table

between them'' is my usual response.

When I finally sit down, I can sometimes hear a bunch of

stereotypically drunken Englishmen debating politics and meaning

of life. Sometimes I really want to jot down what they are saying,

their musings are so...profound. Still, you better be careful: eye

contact can mean trouble. When there is no way to avoid

confrontation, perhaps you could overwhelm that Neanderthal with

your intellectual prowess by inundating them with meaningless

verbiage disguised as lofty notions. Hopefully it works and you

will be able to get the hell out of there.

''Let me clean that for you, Sir'' a waiter disrupts my daily

contemplative round. He takes all that mess away: bottles, tissues,

what have you.

Then, as in every self-respecting English pub, there are screens.

Screens on every wall, as if trying to subliminally convey an

Orwellian message to me. As if they knew I was writing something

important.
Chapter Three: Extemporaneous Interlocution

''Hello!'' I hear someone say. My first reaction: food!

''Hello?'' I raise my head and - to my surprise - see a tall

Caucasian blonde.

''I apologize for coming out of the blue'' she says. ''I've seen you

around you for quite a while and was curious what you're writing.''

How often does a total stranger approach you and asks you random

questions? Well, if it was a creep, I can understand. But she

definitely is not a creep. At least on the surface.

''Oh'' I try to hide my personal penchant for tall blondes in little

dresses and heels. ''Well...basically, I'm trying to quantify

existence.''
''Oh!'' she utters a girlish giggle. ''Please, can I sit down?''

''Sure...?'' I respond, not knowing what else to say.

''I hope I didn't scare you'' the blonde sits down on the other side

of the table. She touches her curly blonde hair. Her blue eyes

attempt to penetrate the core of my being. After an awkward

moment of silence, she finally utters, ''I'm Alice.''

''I'm Adam'' a firm handshake follows. ''Likewise.''

She nods as if telling me she's glad to hear that.
''Perhaps you could tell me more about what you're writing?''

another probing question flies my way. All in all, I find it quite

amusing.

''Oh, just some random thoughts'' I look at the table. ''I call it

Relussion. I guess you could call it a novel of sorts...''

''Relussion'' she touches her curly blonde hair yet again. ''Is it like

a portmanteau word? ''

''Yes!'' I nod vigorously and snap my fingers. ''Denoting the

hybridization of reality and illusion, also known as blend! Very

good!''

''Thanks'' she continues. ''I'm linguistically-skewed....''

'''Linguistically...'' I pause. ''...skewed.''

''Yep'' she scans me and nods. ''That's me, alright.''

A moment of silence. What am I supposed to say?

She scans me for a little longer, almost making me uncomfortable.

Then, she finally says, ''I assume you're an American?''

''No'' I shake my head and smile. ''I'm from Poland, actually.''
''Oh!'' she snaps her fingers. ''Could've fooled me!''
''Thanks'' I respond. ''Good to know.''
''Can I look at it, please? '' she points at my notes.
''Sure'' I shrug and hand her my musings. ''There you go.''
She then reads it aloud. Her upper-class English accent adds a note

of snobbery to my otherwise haphazard collection of thoughts.

''There's no reality and there's no illusion. To experience reality,

we need to know what is illusion. And to experience illusion, we

need to know what's reality. Thus, existence is binary in nature.

One cannot exist without the other'' she pauses. She smiles,

revealing the teeth.

She stops and looks at me with her piercing blue eyes.

''That's...deep'' she acknowledges with a tinge of sarcasm.
I snicker.
''I don't know about that. I guess it could either be something of

paramount importance or just another round of meaningless

garbage coated in a flowery platitude.''

''I think this has....potential'' she affirms.

I am starting to feel like in a Twilight Zone episode.
''Sausage and eggs!'' I hear a female voice. ''Sausage and eggs!''
''Here!'' I raise my right hand.
''There you go'' the waitress smiles as she places the food in front

of me.
''Thank you'' I grab the cutlery and try not to salivate.

''Miss, would you like me to get you anything?'' the waitress turns

to Alice.

''No'' Alice shakes her head. ''I'm good, thanks.''

''Enjoy your meal'' the waitress smiles at me.

''Thanks'' I raise my knife. ''I am doing just that.''

Alice's blonde hair, parted in the middle, seems to obscure her

vision. ''You've created a whole new system of philosophy based

on Relussion, it seems.''

''Yeah'' I glance at Alice and continue to chow down on the

sausage. ''My background is pragmatic, though, so I don't see a

practical application...just yet.''

''Praxis? '' she eyes me.

''Yeah'' I barely look at her. ''That'd be it. Turning it into some

sort of equation, then getting financial wherewithal and

then...well, testing it in the so-called 'real world.' ''

''Yep'' she nods vigorously and stares at the ceiling. ''I think you

nailed it.''

''The principle of superposition...'' I mutter. ''Hmm...''

''What? '' she leans toward me.

''I need something to drink'' I grin. ''I forgot to get it.''

''Let me get you something'' she takes her purse and stands up.

''Wait...''
''That's alright'' she waves her right hand. ''It's on me. What would

you like?''

''Just water'' I pause for two seconds. ''Still.''

''Sure'' she walks toward the bar.

''Damn'' I think to myself. ''What's going on here? Is this for real,

or am I simply being too suspicious? Ah, never mind. What can

happen? Nothing! Even if she's a whacko, I'm in a public place.''

''There you go'' she comes back in three minutes. ''There was a

queue....or a line, if you prefer.''

''Yeah'' I smile. ''Thanks. Are you sure that...''

''No worries'' she raises her hands, palms facing me. ''We're good.''
''Alright'' I eye the water. ''No complaints here...''

''...superposition...'' she looks at me.

''Hmm...? ''

''You mentioned it before? '' she inquires further.

''Oh!'' I snap my fingers. ''Wait, please.''

''Do you know how it happens?'' she looks at my notes.

''What do you mean?'' I scan her.

''When you snap your fingers, does the sound occur when your

middle finger releases from your thumb, or when your middle

finger hits the palm of your hand?''

''That's a good question'' I respond but in truth am more focused

on finishing the meal.

''I'm not sure what the answer is'' she goes on. ''It's like with

chicken or the egg.''

''So let's leave it at that'' I grin. ''There's philosophy and

there's...philosophy.''

''Fair enough'' Alice looks for something in the purse, then adjust

her hair. Finally, she looks at me and asks about the superposition.

''Hmm'' I touch my chin. ''This has intrigued, I see. Who would've

thought...''

''Yeah'' she grins. ''I hope this wasn't an insinuation.''

''Oh no!'' I affirm. ''If anything, I'm both impressed and...taken

aback.''
''Where'd I come from? ''

''Yeah'' I nod vigorously. ''There's that, too.''

''Let's just put this pesky issue aside'' she smiles slightly.

''Alright, then'' I put my hands on the table. ''What do you wanna

know? ''

''What is this superposition?'' she looks around. ''I mean, what's it

mean to you?''

''Well'' I pause to get some air. ''''Basically, superposition denotes

the ability of consciousness to be everything in the universe while

maintaining your current point of perception PLUS eliminating the

thought vortices.''
''Thought vortices?'' she arranges her hands in a 'towerish' gesture.

''Yeah'' I can feel my tongue scream for more water. ''Thoughts

can be likened to vortices. If a certain thought pattern continues to

prevail for too long, it can become a stable vortex.''

''Reality is an expression of our thoughts, which leads to habits,

and so on...? ''

''Exactly'' I point my left index finger at the young woman. ''We

have to think about doing something first, create a mental

template. Only then can reality be created. What determines the

process of creation, that's another matter.''

''In other words, you mean what's fictional and what's real'' she

implies as if waiting for my confirmation. ''Like...Relussion?''

''Hmm...'' I immerse myself in thought. ''That's exactly it. It's like

the difference between a billionaire and a wannabe billionaire.

What's the difference on the most substantial level?''

''Their thought patterns'' Alice nods in acknowledgment.

''Yeah'' I raise my left index finger. ''The hypostasis. You see, I

came up with all those fancy terms like the superposition

principle, tantalizement syndrome, planetary confinement

syndrome, existential holders, double-layer perspective, zeitgeist

bubble, zeitgeist issue, noxious noosphere - though I didn't invent

the term noosphere per se, system attachment ratio, the principle

of existential rigidity, the Shaw principle, the Nietzschean

principle, consensual entropy, and of course Relussion...but the

bottom line is this: what determines our sense of possibility? Was

Plato right with his cavern?''

''The perception of self'' she nods vigorously, as if signaling an

inner epiphany.
''I agree with you here'' I affirm. ''We rarely think about it but

what if we literally create consensus realities in which we

imprison ourselves? ''

''Laws of physics would be an expression of that sense of

limitation, that consensual thought pattern'' she infers and

continues by saying, ''Let's say I read something. My reaction to

the text and what I deem real/unreal or - indeed - the very terms

would stem directly from my spin on Relussion...''

''Wow!'' I smile and direct my left index finger at her. ''Aren't you

smart! You're right, and it all leaves us with an eternal

conundrum: is this edifice a result of happenstance or are we

dealing with a deliberate creation?''

''How could it be determined?''' she asks.

I pause to collect my thoughts. I glance at the screen on the

opposite side of the pub and see some insignificant news about

some celebrity in prison.

''Anyway'' I smile. ''A comprehensive memetic study would be a

good way to determine the genesis of our current social order. Of

course, we are tainted ourselves. It doesn't matter how much we

think we're free, we're products of this time and space. Unless we

became rezoners.''

''Hmm...? '' she frowns, almost instinctively.

''Oh'' I grin. ''I love explanations. It makes me feel important.

Well, the lexical item rezoner is from French. It denotes someone

who observes, someone who extrapolates. In my world, it loosely

translates as a demiurge. Double-layer perspective, where you're

experiencing it like indigenous population but also - concomitantly

- maintain the connection to the to - for lack of a better word -

infinite. Ah, and of course there's the eternal

conundrum whether we're dealing with a deliberate creation of

society or - perhaps - we can just chalk that up to happenstance.

Never mind whether conscience is a social creation and - perhaps -

psychopaths are truly human and how much an individual could

develop without society, and so on, and so forth...ad infinitum, or

- if you prefer - ad nauseam.''

''Hmm...'' she pauses as her piercing blue eyes attempt to penetrate

my being yet again. ''There's something you should know.''

''What's that?'' I glance at her. For some reason, that penultimate

sentence rarely (if ever!) suggests a positive outcome.

So it does not come as a surprise; she looks me straight in the eye

and - akin to a stern examiner - proclaims, ''You passed.''

Uncomfortable silence follows. I knew it was too good to be true.

Something always has to be involved - I am just hoping this is not

some fruitcake-in-the-making with me as the protagonist.

''Excuse me?'' my phantasmagoric imagination keeps conjuring up

all kinds of scenarios.

She takes her purse, adjusts her curly blonde hair - and soon

enough all I remember is the sound of her heels tapping on that

wooden floor. For some reason, my intuition screams at me not to

follow that woman. You may call it esoteric, but sometimes

premonitions and funny feelings really have something to do with

higher powers warning us against unforeseen consequences. Call it

the R-Complex or intuition, I do not care; the principle remains

the same.

Suddenly, I notice she has scribbled something on my notes. In a

stereotypically girlish writing, three sentences can be seen added

to my musings:
''Little minds - puppets on a string of genius.''

And

''The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation

of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control

the people who must use the words.''

And

''A pharisaic soul can identify himself as a custos morum''

Not knowing why, a sudden upsurge of happiness overwhelms my

sense and I burst into laughter. As I leave the pub, I glance at the

wide screen to my left.

''What the fuck? '' I shake my head. ''What's going on here?''

''Breaking news, lads!'' one of those drunken Englishmen exclaims.

I instinctively look at the wide screen attached to the wall.

Chapter Four: Musings of a Genius-Minded Man

Breaking news; you would undoubtedly think something exciting.

Not so with a drunk Englishman...

I exit the pub, look to my right and scan the board with movies.

It seems the Controllers really want people dumb - and are making

movies to prove it.

I take the escalator and leave the people-infested den of

materialistic iniquity. Walking along, I enter a trance-like state

where the outside world almost transmogrifies into a figment of

my imagination. I look at all the most recent victims of the

financial mess, and can clearly tell they do not limit themselves to
ragtag Eastern Europeans with highly entertaining Slavonic

accents anymore - the Anglo-Saxons have been joining the new

band of impoverished for quite some time now. My mind latches

on to another topic: is there going to be another 'refurbishment'

sign? You know, the tube has really gotten crappy these days.

They tell me it is because they are fixing stuff, but I know better.

They are saving money. Cutting costs - and have undoubtedly

concocted that little story to justify their actions. Still, what can I

do about that. Writing and sarcasm are tools of the impotent and

disgruntled, as they say. Or maybe not - I just came up with that

particular turn of phrase.

* * *

Capital cities of the world do share this trait of having re-defined

underground sprawl. Subway system in these cities is so vast that

it often served as shelter or even command center. Vast

underground with entrances hidden in plain sight, with only few

caring to look. A place where social rules cease to apply - it feels

like a gateway to another world. No wonder so many reality-

bending themes revolve around cinemas, cemeteries and

dilapidated subway stations - a mesmerizing sense of inter-

dimensionality permeates those places. When you commute to

work and back home - think about that tunnel when you are all

alone...you really cannot help but feel like you have just been

thrust into solitary confinement. Uncertainty overwhelms your

senses as you eye the walls nervously, hoping you will get out of

this tunnel alive. Your mind starts to flood you with images of all

those people trapped underground...the 7/7 bombings, the English

Channel...

All those movies, all those world events, are they really random?

Is society a result of happenstance? Perhaps Napoleon was right

about history after all...nobody can deny our world is awash with

symbolism. To most people, they are innocuous expressions of

human ingenuity. But is that all, really? Perhaps symbols truly

govern our existence and the ones who know this flaunt their

knowledge in front of unsuspecting hoi polloi...

Most of the time we do not really pay attention to instinct, to that

reptilian brain of ours.

But there are times when the R-Complex connects with realms

beyond the physical, warning you something is about to

happen...will you listen or will you let your conditioned mind

continue to direct the course of your life?

That is the question. Fortunately, I already know my answer.

Chapter Five: The Next Station Is...

''The next station is'' I hear that typical public transportation

voice. I expect to hear some more comments along the lines of

'mind the gap between the train and the platform' soon. However, I

hear

''Passaic'
'
Instead.

''What? '' I mutter to myself. ''What's going on? What's with the

accent? ''

Despite all my open-mindedness and exceptional intelligence, I

just do not know what is going on. Not knowing why, I notice a

message sprayed on the wall -

MALAKAS? MALAKIA?

Just as quickly as I notice the writing, my attention turns away

from it.

''This station is'' the voice announces. ''Passaic.''

Before I can even begin to think about collecting my thoughts,

someone enters the train.

''Welcome to Passaic, Adam'' I hear a female voice. ''I've been

waiting for you.''

''Alice!? '' It seems all my open-mindedness and exceptional

intellect combined cannot fully comprehend what is happening,

desperately searching for a plausible explanation.

''Come on, Adam'' she steps out of the train. ''This isn't gonna wait

forever, you know.''

For some reason, I stand up and follow her. Almost like a knee-

jerk reaction, my intuition keeps telling me it is the right thing to

do - or so I have been trying to convince my screaming

conditioned mind.

''Let's sit here'' she points to a wooden bench in front of us. ''I'm

sure your mind's eager to grasp what the hell just happened.''
''To say the least'' I reply, not knowing what else to say. ''For

one...''

''I know'' she nods. ''Out of all this, first thing which comes to

your mind is: what's the deal with my accent. Well, this is my

natural accent.''

''Your British accent is impeccable...'' I respond with a touch of

awe in my voice.

''Yeah'' I can see her nod vigorously, followed by a grin. ''Well,

what can I say. I'm a prodigy.''

''A wunderkind? '' I raise my eyebrows. ''Still, I...''

''Yes, yes'' she interrupts me. ''Let me explain what's going on

here.''

We disappear into the literal blue.

Chapter Six: Road Taken

''Where are we?'' I ask while finding it remarkably easy to

maintain my composure.

''Welcome to my mansion'' she answers and spreads her arms.

''Why doesn't that surprise me...'' I ask rhetorically.

''You are a consciousness that has seen so much'' she says

emphatically.

''This should hardly surprise you.'''

''I feel my exceptional intellect can finally flourish unimpeded in

this place'' I eye the wooden room basking in sunlight.

''Beautiful.''
''You came here of your own volition'' she smiles. ''Basically,

there was an attack...''

''...and I died...'' I knead my forehead with my knuckles . ''Well, in

a mater of speaking.''

''I don't think I need to explain this any further'' Alice affirms.

''No'' I shake my head. ''That's alright. I know what's going on.''

''You probably know this by now'' she looks at me.

''That you're me? '' I answer with a tinge of tease in my voice.

''Yes, I figured as much. I mean now, not before. I'm also

wondering what do you do.''

''Well'' she pauses. ''Actually, I'm an owner of a corporation.''

''Can't blame me for ingenuity'' I conclude with a feeling of

vicarious importance.

''I think you'd like the idea behind my success'' she continues.

''You see, I know why you came to London. Your exceptional

intellect and not being able to utilize your skills properly...it led

to some drastic decisions on your part. Believe me, I understand.

You know, I've been thinking about academia here as well. You

know my stance on this one, but anyway...instead of letting my

conditioned mind suck me into the vortex of endless analyses, I

decided to identify the crux of an issue, meaning what's the

problem with the whole degree business? Is the system at fault?

No, the system is neutral, waiting to be tested. Now, if your

intentions are good, the outcome is going to be sensible. If your

intentions are bad, the outcome is going to be a mess. This is a

simplification of the matter at hand, of course, but you get my

point. So I found a way to scan people's brains for knowledge.

Then you're awarded a degree based on what you know. There are

many, many doubts which, I'm sure, may - and do - arise from
what I just described, but the bottom line is this: the system works

and it no longer serves the hive!''

I am left speechless. An obvious idea translated into practice? Can

it really be so simple?

So many questions in my mind.

''I know, I know'' her red nails dance in front of my eyes. ''You

obviously want to see this procedure in practice. The scientific

panel is going to translate your ideas into equations, while I will

provide the wherewithal to turn this idea into reality.''

''So...'' my curiosity compels me to ask. ''So, you're a VIP here, it

seems? ''

''Yeah'' she bursts into laughter. ''I'm the richest person on the

planet, actually.''
''Well, I'll be damned'' I look at her and just cannot hide my

admiration.

( Actually, I feel devoid of self-esteem for a moment there ).

'Well'' I glance around as if trying to pretend I know what to do

next. ''I'll prepare my presentation now, then.''

''You do that'' she points at me. ''I'll see you soon.''

''Alright then'' I mutter and sit down in front of a laptop. I do not

even notice Alice is no longer around.

I open one of the simplest drawing applications and scribble the

following -
''Right'' I mutter to myself. ''Now, where do I go from here...''

Chapter Six: Existence Quantified

I look at the drawing in front of me and apply a stream-of-

consciousness technique to develop various concepts associated

with a few general terms I came up with -

U(1) - F(C) - M(2) - pathocracy/mediocracy-

democracy/geniocracy?

U(2) - F(C) - M(1) - the most accurate expression of 'free' society.

Free society - oxymoron?

Fringe - shady deals, intelligence agencies, the buffer-zone.

''Yes'' I mutter to myself. ''Underground denotes the parasitic

society. Fringe denotes the buffer zone between the parasitic

society and mainstream society - let's call them nine-to-five

workers...''

1 C 2 - order of importance/interaction

Fringe does not change the position

Ponerology
''Adopting for political purposes, the study of the mindset behind

totalitarian regimes.''

Pathocracy

''Government by psychopaths - for psychopaths - while keeping the

rest of the non-psychopathic population in the dark by skewing the

concept of psychopathy itself.''

The powers that be argument

''If one could prove all memetic paradigms in society are a result

of deliberate act, it would prove the existence of elusive TPTB.''

Relussion

''Humans perceive life by applying the concept of binary

opposition: to know what is real, they need to know what is

illusory. Memetic paradigms provide the definition regarding both,

but the perceptual result is neither reality, nor illusion, but rather

a hybrid of both, the concept best represented by a portmanteau

word/blend I named 'Relussion.' ''

Anthropomorphic and Dimorphic Bipedal Species

''My analysis is viable when anthropomorphic and diamorphic

bipedal species is concerned.''

Idiolectic Conscience

Is conscience a byproduct of social conditioning? If so, does that

mean psychopaths are the only true human beings? Or perhaps

conscience is something deeper, directing the course of society?

Perhaps both points are true - the question of conscience connects

with the question of individuality: can 'free electrons' represented

by anthropomorphic bipedial species evolve without the need of

social conditioning? How can it be determined and to what end?

Zeitgeist Issue

Zeitgeist issue relates to TPTB argument: whenever an issue

becomes contentious in any civilization, it becomes a zeitgeist

issue. This issue needs to be solved, because lack of clarity will

manifest itself as violence (not necessarily physical) resulting

from individuals demanding the clarity surrounding a certain

zeitgeist issue (zeitgeist issues are fundamentally connected with

the ultimate question: why am I the way I am?).

Zeitgeist Bubble

If a set of zeitgeist issues is left unresolved throughout a

prolonged period of time, it leads to zeitgeist bubbles, which -

when they burst - lead to a drastic civilizational paradigm shift,

i.e. Dark Ages or a total annihilation of a civilization.

Why Am I The Way I

Am?
The ultimate question: Causality (Why), Am I (Who Am I?), The

Way (How Did It Happen I Am In This Particular Environment?).

Who Am I?

Brain

Brain AND Soul

Walking Corpse Syndrome

Solipsism

Consciousness using the body as a vessel

Existential Holder

A seemingly insignificant aspect of social life which makes it

possible for society to function by applying sublimation.

Fixed Principle
Assuming there is only one interpretation of existence, that there

exists the ultimate truth, attitude which can be likened to a self-

fulfilling prophecy. However, -

[ ( M y fixed principle leads to Relussion - of

w hich th e sup erpo sition prin ciple is a d irect co nseq uence ) x

i n f in it e num ber o f other i n t e r p r e ta ti o n s ] = One Fixed

Interpretation invented by me (Subjectivity renders it impossible

to avoid the fixed principle).

The Superposition Principle

The ability to be infinite and local at the same time.

Think globally, act locally taken to the infinite

level.

2 (Double) - Layer Perspective

Humans can enjoy (manipulate) social interactions around them

while maintaining distance by applying the principle of

observation, which can generate excitement. On a human level, the

principle of observation is going to remain flawed, but attempting

to think for oneself ought to be the ultimate objective.

Without the ability to transcend the social environment, one

cannot truly be a free thinker, i.e. one is a product of his/her

position within the time-space continuum.

Consensual Entropy

If we exist in a consensus reality on a hypostasian level, then if

one were to observe an entropy of that reality, one would

experience (F Principle Interpretation) a set of idiolectic realities

endemic to the mind of each individual.

Tantalizement Syndrome

When one's imagination offers them much more than is readily

available, that feeling of tantalizement may lead to the

tantalizement syndrome, i.e. a feeling of existential crisis resulting

from lack of subjectively perceived progress.

Planetary Confinement Syndrome

An act of comparing one's planet to prison due to the inability of

leaving it. Can result in widespread rioting, when the

civilizational situation deteriorates. Can also lead to an emergence

of various cults.

A Life

THE LIFE (all that is, was, ever will be) as perceived (Relussion)

via the collective consensual prism (Memes) of bipedal species

(humans); society.

Each individual within the consensus can be likened to a mini-

parallel universe (Sub: A-Life).

THE LIFE

All that is, was, and ever will be without subjectivity involved.

Thus, when people say they hate life , what they are actually saying

is they hate 'the consensual interpretation of life as understood by

bipedal species' - a life.

System Attachment Ratio

The ratio defining how much a particular individual is attached to

a life. The level of intelligence is inversely proportional to the

system attachment ratio (FX).

Intellectual Capacity

Retarded

Average

Smart

Genius
With sub-sets.

Noxious Noosphere also known as MIASMA

A feeling of malaise stemming from being surrounded by

individuals representing an inferior level of intellectual capacity.

Acute in geniuses.

Thought Vortex

Thoughts can be likened to vortices, thus if a particular thought

pattern gets solidified, becomes a stable vortex, manifesting itself

to environment as ritualistic behavior, mental problems, et al.

Thought - Equation - Wherewithal

The way ideas are turned into relussion in a material milueu. First,

there is a thought; then, there is an equation encapsulating that

thought; then, there is wherewithal needed to apply the scientific

method in practice.

The more manipulation-proof you think you are, the easier it is to

play with your mind. We have three modes of operation: how we

view ourselves; how we want others to view us, the so-called

persona; and finally, how the two interact in the outside world.

Never mind Karpman, Pavlov, Skinner, Jung, Freud and

Maslow...the whole entourage.

''There you go!'' I exclaim. ''Looks much better now!''

( After a few moments of much needed exuberance... )

''How are things progressing?'' Alice leans over my head.

''Oh!'' I jump up. ''It's you!''

''Oops, sorry'' she touches my arm. ''I must've scared you.''

''That's alright'' I look at her. ''Actually, I think I'm done here.''

''Is something wrong?'' she inquires. ''You seem somewhat...on

edge?''

''Well, it's just'' I pause and instinctively touch my chin. ''How to

put this...working for your alternate self is definitely not a day-to-

day occurrence in my book...''

She bursts into laughter. ''Fair enough. Come with me.''

''The USB you gave me...'' I point at the laptop.

''Yeah, yeah'' she waves her right hand. ''Copy the presentation to

a pendrive.''
''It's difficult to call it a coherent and a cohesive presentation, but

I'll think about that later'' a thought crosses my mind. ''But hey -

sometimes you gotta go impromptu!''

Chapter Seven: The Stargate of Shiva

''Where are you taking me, exactly?'' I ask my counterpart as we

travel on a private jet.

''It's a place you're familiar with'' she smiles. ''But you've never

been there.''

''Alright...''I grin. ''Still, my mind can't process it

all...even

now...''

''It hasn't gotten to you yet, huh?'' the mogul looks at me.
''I just find it difficult to believe my thoughts could be so

valuable'' I respond. ''Surely, you could've come up with even

better ideas, given what you've got at your disposal here?''

''Remember'' she points at me. ''We may be similar, but this is a

different dimension altogether. Besides, I needed to focus on

corporate matters more, and - no offense - didn't really have the

time to perfect my existential spin on the multiverse.''

I snicker. ''Yeah, there's that. ''So, as far as I understand...I'm

supposed to consult the scientists?''

''Exactly'' she nods slightly. ''Basically, if the need a clarification,

they will contact you. This way they will be able to focus on

developing a viable equation and the LHC will do the rest.''

''LHC!'' I exclaim. ''Hmm, so that's where we're going!''

''Yeah'' she looks down and grins. ''Darn it, I spoiled the

surprise...''

''Interesting'' I look out the window. ''Switzerland, then?''

''Yes.''
''What exactly is the plan?'' I ask Alice.
''Adam'' she raises her right hand, palm facing me. ''I think the

scientists will be better suited to answer these questions.''

''Sure'' I nod vigorously. ''By the way, I noticed languages don't

really change that much?''

''What do you mean?'' she leans forward.

''Well'' I take a breath. ''You'd expect linguistic variety in the

multiverse, right? I mean, some Old English words which retained

their status, for example, or an infinite number of differences,

depending on the level of divergence... do you know what I

mean?''

''You know...?'' she looks at me with profundity. ''I never thought

about that!''

''Well'' I adopt a more arrogant stance. ''It would seem great minds

don't think alike - after all.''

''And look at our accents!'' she changes the subject. ''Despite our

different lives and different geographical locations!''

''Yeah'' I nod. ''The similarities are definitely striking.''

''Some people have really shitty accent-grammar skills and it

would be better for the world if they just...shut up.'' she adds

unexpectedly in what almost could be classified as a fit of rage.

''Blahs!'' I burst into laughter, but - for some strange reason - I got

epiphanized.

''Language limits our perception of relussion - and Orwell knew

that all to well! Sapir-Simpson knew it all too well! We gotta re-

discover the proto-language and understand how it works! Just

when a reader puts what he reads through a personal prism based

on his memetic indoctrination!''

Yet again, laughter permeates the plane's interior.

Our delirious demeanor even managed to alarm the stewardesses.
''I'll call my associates now'' she finally manages to contain that

contagious, evolutionarily unclear, emotion known as laughter.

''Once we get there, doctor Lee will be your guide.''

''Doctor...Lee?''
''Yeah'' she nods vigorously. ''Like your Stargate doctor Lee.''
''Here comes the MWI'' I reply in a state of slight shock. ''Do you

work for the Controllers?''

''Would that matter to you?'' Alice scans me. She obviously did

not expect the question.

''Not at this point. It's just, I feel I'm stuck in a better version of

one of those cliché conspiracy novels...I don't wanna be some sort

of patsy, you know...or, worse yet, an alter. I mean, I wrote stuff

too, and, you know, vanity publishing was pretty much the only

option left so...ah, never mind.''

''Quantum progenification'' she winks at me, then smiles and

finally disappears into another compartment.

* * *

I entered the compound and was taken to doctor Lee's office. After
the usual social convention revolving around the introduction, we
got down to business.
''Yes'' the doctor nodded vigorously. ''I think we have
reached a breakthrough.''
''So you're saying you've uncovered the mystery behind the
consciousness-mind connection?''
''I think that's a fair assessment'' he continues. ''Yes. We
finally understood the importance of DMT in the entire
process. With the double- layer perspective, we may be able to
finally retain the memories of a person as they enter another
vehicle. We have established the consciousness enters the
vehicle on the 49th day of gestation. This, per se, is nothing
new, this type of knowledge has been in circulation for a long
time...but we have been unable to connect all the dots in
order to create a viable interpretation of existence, which is
ultimately encapsulated by a single sentence: why am I the way
I am?''
''The ultimate question'' I acknowledge.
''Yeah. We can also study the reactions when one life ends
and a specific consciousness enters another vehicle in order to
determine what is socially constructed and what can be viewed
as innate.''
''There are cults which have been focusing on this very issue for
eons'' I add.
''Yes'' Lee frowns. ''Such as Heaven's Gate, despite their
leader's appearance.''
''The point is this'' I pause. ''What better way to hide significant
data than to surround it by madness?''
Doctor Lee sighs.
''All those scientists speaking ex cathedra because they can, I'm
telling you they've mastered the ability of chronic sitzfleisching,
causing diachronic melioration and pejoration, so that finally their
entire work may just be recognized when they're in extremis.''
''Sounds like family to me'' I grin. ''Not many people seem to
find the right one where their talents can flourish.''
''Yeah. Iatrogenesis and fake schwarmerei contributing to
perpetual miasis.''
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