tongue and cheek!

A FORMAL DISCOURSE
One day Chan master Yangqi (Yang-chi, 992-1049), after meditating with the large assembly of monks, got up to give the formal lecture on the way of enlightenment. Gazing out at all the monks, he instead began laughing. “Ha! Ha! Ha! What’s all this? Ha! Ha! Please go to the back of the hall and drink some tea!” 

Obtained from Enlightened-Spirituality.org
© Copyright 2006 by Timothy Conway, Ph.D. 

'A blog - what's this?
Ha ha ha!
Please go back to what you were doing.'

Richer than God

In the movies we sometimes hear: "He's got more money than God!"

It sounds dramatic and impressive but it's really nonsensical. In this sense, anybody is richer than God. God doesn't have a cent to his name. God is about Love not Money. Yet He is possessive: "Every hair on your head is bought and paid for."

Say it again, Popeye!

"A crinimal is worse'n a aminal - he is a emeny to all hoomans." Popeye

Quote obtained from a Popeye cartoon by E.C. Segar published in early December 1930, blow me down!

One more

One more time around
song goes around and round and round
Springtime is here
little white flowers are out, little green buds are growing
sun goes around and down and comes back
moon gets fat and moon gets thin and then you don't see it anymore and then it comes back

The star patterns go round and down and then you don't see them for while, and then
when the season is right Orion comes back

The birds sing really early and play and work all day, then when it's dark they go into their nests,
and then early next morning the birds sing again

Ice cream van goes round the neighbourhood playing the same song you heard twenty years ago
joyful children shout and play, soon there'll be splashing in swimming pools (climate change permitting)

i type trivial stuff, i sit and type while the sun shines goldenly on green leaves

© copyright R.W. 2014.

Night sweetness

                                                                      Bullfrog croaks

                                                                          Moonlight is glow-worm white 
                                                                                Frozen ecstatic stars

                                                                                                                                                                              

© copyright R.W. 2014.

                  

Blah blah

Blah Blah

Blah blah blah blah. Blah. Blah blah. Blah.... Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah. Blah!

Blah!!

Homo loquax! I remember this from Aldous Huxley.
I googled and found to my surprise, there's tons more:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_alternative_names_for_the_human_species

If you watch the news channels on satellite television you'll understand what I mean by 'blah blah blah' - endless talk!

Math inept?

Math ineptness can be expressed mathematically as follows:

M + i = 2 π r + v² 

Symbols:

M is math

i is ineptness

2 π r = C, the circumference of a circle

v is voodoo

So, if you want to make a circle wonky all it takes is a little math ineptness! : )

This is a circle drawn by a mathematically inept person:

□

Due to the influence of voodoo the rest of the circle can only be viewed in the 5^th dimension by a psychically gifted-person.

The Ordinary is the Extraordinary

I read somewhere that the test of a vision is that it makes the ordinary appear as what it is - extraordinary. Could we look at the world as most children do this would be abundantly obvious. Most of the time we adults gaze upon a drab and dreary landscape. We often forget or cannot see that 'we are in the magic of the Tao'.

Ramblings

It's a pity gals come with price tags.

Nothing deep tonight but bring me deep sleep - NOT. The fool stays awake trying to manufacture something deep.

'Twas my turn to be cryptic!

I was going to say something...what was it?

Oh, yes, now I remember: 'On this Earth, who is well? Who is sound and untroubled in body, mind and spirit? No one, for very long, is at peace. All are like the hungry ghosts of Eastern lore. To be human is to be deeply unhappy.'

But don't let the above get you down, matey! : )


2 poems of Sappho:

"The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, the time is going by and I recline alone.

The sinking moon has left the sky,
The Pleiades have also gone.
Midnight comes--and goes, the hours fly
And solitary still, I lie.

The Moon has left the sky,
Lost is the Pleiads' light;
     It is midnight,
     And time slips by,
But on my couch alone I lie.
             J. A. Symonds, 1883.

This singularly beautiful fragment is quoted by Hephaestion as an example of metre. With the "Hymn to Aphrodite" it was the first portion of the Poems of Sappho to be printed in 1554."

&

"Happy bridegroom! Now has come thy wedding as thou wished, and thou hast the maiden of thy desire.

Thou happy bridegroom! Now has dawned
  That day of days supreme,
When in thine arms thou'lt hold at last
  The maiden of thy dream.

From Hephaestion."

Full speed ahead!

I've finally decided not to buy any more lottery tickets (i.e. no more gambling 'cos that's what it is).

'The only way to win at gambling is not to gamble.' RW copyright 2014.

Gambling is referred to euphemistically as 'gaming'; usually with the accompanying slogan 'winners know when to quit.' I think winners know when not to start! How many lives have been devastated by gambling!

Every now and again I receive an e-mail from an online dating service - I'll not name names - inviting me for yet another brief free trial. I unsubscribed months ago but yet I still receive their pesky lures. No thanks! I say. It simply doesn't work for me. It's a disheartening business.

It's time to stop doing the wrong things and start doing the right things. I have yet to say: 'No more drinking alcohol.' That's a tough one 'cos sometimes a beer goes down well but if truth be told beer tastes horrible. Most fruit juices easily top the taste of beer, most sodas too; so why choose beer? I reckon it must have something to do with the slight 'buzz' you get. Alcohol is an addictive drug. It forms tolerance in you which means you need to drink more alcohol to produce the same 'buzz'. I can thank my lucky stars I don't do the hard alcohol (high alcohol content drinks like whiskey, for example).

So, no more gambling, no more online dating - full speed ahead! : )

A good article

http://www.ieti.org/articles/mp.htm

In the article, mention is made as follows from the section entitled ‘Reality and Meaning’: “First, the person must perceive that certain aspects of reality exist. Second, the person's mind or emotions must somehow create significant meaning from this reality. The reality is "out there" but meaning and purpose are then added by us individually and collectively. With the possible exceptions of God and advanced extraterrestrials, no aspect of reality directly tells us the meaning and purpose of the universe; instead we have to interpret or create the meaning ourselves.”

From our normal point of view this holds true. However, zen and other perspectives on the perennial philosophy (see Aldous Huxley’s book The Perennial Philosophy) insist that a flower, or anything or everything points directly to its own transcendence (replete with the full meaning and purpose of the Universe or Multiverse, and ourselves), which can be experienced in the eternal now or in eternity, in our everyday experience as embodied beings.

For those seeking ultimate meaning it’s really that simple and that difficult. Is that my personal belief? I say it isn’t because it’s beyond belief : )

On a related but not-so-mystical note:

‘Where you are now (your actual physical location, no matter how drab) is as important as any other place in this Universe, and no less mysterious.’ That’s one of my beliefs, anyhoo.

(I may have mentioned this elsewhere in this blog.)

And that’s about all I have to say on that : )

Some of my favourite cinematic moments

These are moments that have to be seen to be appreciated. Here are the films and a brief description of the scene.

For Your Eyes Only (1981)

http://jamesbond.wikia.com/wiki/For_Your_Eyes_Only

My recollection:

Bond tosses the ATAC device down the sheer cliff-drop where it is destroyed far below. Bond says, ‘You don’t have it and we don’t have it.’ The Russian soldier motions to shoot with his machine gun but General Gogol cries out, ‘Niet!’ and stays the soldier’s hand. The general smiles and makes an approving gesture at Bond with his hands. This is an awesome scene hard to describe. It is greatness personified.

Obtained from wiki above:

Gogol arrives and genially asks for the ATAC; Bond suddenly throws it over the side of the mountain where it shatters hundreds of feet below. Gogol is visibly shocked at first but Bond replies "Detente, Comrade! You don't have it, I don't have it." Gogol suddenly smiles and leaves, obviously humored.

Octopussy (1983)

A desperate Bond in his clown suit appeals to the US Base Commander about the hidden Atom bomb. This scene is noteworthy because it showed us Bond’s humanity.

http://jamesbond.wikia.com/wiki/Octopussy

Obtained from Octopussy wiki above:

Bond has trouble getting into the American military base, and gets into the circus disguised as a clown. The American guards let him go after he is identified by Octopussy, and he manages to defuse the bomb just in time.

The Mummy Returns (2001)

Towards the end of the movie, Brendan Fraser’s character and Arnold Vosloo’s character are both hanging on, the pit of hell yawns beneath them. Fraser exhorts Rachel Weisz’s character to get away and save herself but she doesn’t and instead rescues him. The mummy (Vosloo) exhorts Anck-Su-Namun (pronounced Anak-su-namun) to come and help him but she runs away. How Vosloo reacts and what he does next is what makes this such a great scene.

I will add to this if I remember more great cinematic moments.

Where I found info on the Bond films starring Roger Moore:

http://jamesbond.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Roger_Moore_films

Idea for a Bond movie:

How about a Bond movie starring Roger Moore as a retired agent who is now a grandfather? His granddaughter is spending the weekend with him. One of his old enemies has tracked him down and invades his country home with a bunch of other thugs. Bond becomes aware of the armed intruders and hides his granddaughter in a safe place (a concealed space prepared years before). He confronts the thugs, perhaps eliminating 2 or 3 of them but he is old now and not as fast as he used to be and is overpowered and disarmed of his Walther PPK. His nemesis appears: it is Drax! It turns out that the one he killed and vented into space (in Moonraker) was a twin brother (or this one seeking revenge is a clone). Bond makes a final witty remark and then the screen goes black for a few moments. Bond was shot and is now dead. His granddaughter survives. Hugh Grant plays the man who married Bond’s daughter, and who finds himself becoming an unwilling participant in the spy game, and who is eventually pitted against Drax-2 who killed his father-in-law, Sir James Bond (knighted due to his years of faithful service).

R.W. dies

Wherever Robin Williams is now he is surely making them laugh!

Exploding into that other realm with his customary exuberance: Hi God! Long time no see!

: )

Agent Elrond, or the Lord of the Matrix

Far-out SETI or Leave no stone unturned

I sent the following e-mail to info@seti.org on May 28, 2010 (grammar and spelling errors have been corrected to the best of my ability to spot them & my name at the end has been omitted since I wish to remain anonymouse):

Hi

I am not all that clued up on SETI but I’d like to ask a question, which perhaps someone may be able to help me with.

I am assuming that the sun emits radiation in all frequencies of the Electromagnetic Spectrum so that the sun is emitting radio waves.

Have these solar radio emissions been checked for ‘interstellar messages’ or indications of such?

I am working from the following premise:

I was reading Carl Sagan’s ‘The Cosmic Connection’. Here is an excerpt from one chapter called ‘Cables, Drums, and Seashells’. It’s speculation, of course, and Carl readily admits that.

“Communications between two very advanced civilizations will likely use a science and technology inaccessible to us. We therefore have no prospect for tuning in on such communications traffic, either accidentally or on purpose.

 We are like the inhabitants of an isolated valley in New Guinea who communicate with societies in neighboring valleys (quite different societies, I might add) by runner and by drum. When asked how a very advanced society will communicate, they might guess by an extremely rapid runner or by an improbably large drum. They might not guess a technology beyond their ken. And yet, all the while, a vast international cable and radio traffic passes over them, around them, and through them.

 At this very moment the messages from another civilization may be wafting across space, driven by unimaginably advanced devices, there for us to detect them – if only we knew how. Perhaps the message will come via radio waves to be detected by large radio telescopes. Or perhaps by more arcane devices, the modulation of X-ray stars, gravity waves, neutrinos, tachyons, or transmission channels that no one on Earth will dream of for centuries. Or perhaps the messages are already here, present in some everyday experience that we have not made the right mental effort to recognize. The power of such an advanced civilization is very great. Their messages may lie in quite familiar circumstances.

 Consider, for example, seashells. Everyone knows the “sound of the sea” to be heard when putting a seashell to one’s ear. It is really the greatly amplified sound of our own blood rushing, we are told. But is this really true? Has this been studied? Has anyone attempted to decode the message being sounded by the seashell? I do not intend this example as literally true, but rather as an allegory. Somewhere on Earth there may be the equivalent of the seashell communications channel. The message from the stars may be here already. But where?

 We will listen for the interstellar drums but we will miss the interstellar cables. We are likely to receive our first messages from the drummers of the neighboring galactic valleys – from civilizations only somewhat in our future. The civilizations vastly more advanced than we will be, for a long time, remote both in distance and accessibility. At a future time of vigorous interstellar radio traffic, the very advanced civilizations may be, for us, still insubstantial legends.”

An extremely advanced alien civilization may have found a way to alter the emissions of stars throughout a galaxy or Universe simultaneously. The tweeking might be manifest as anomalies in the radio frequency emissions of stars because it seems to me that radio astronomy (if you’ll forgive me) is the starting point for emerging technological civilizations.

So the ETs would make sure that these emerging civilizations would all have a chance at receiving their message. Perhaps their only aim is just to let all sentient beings everywhere know that there are others, replying etc. may not be in the cards, as it were.

On a related note, there may be more than just a message involved. There may be the equivalent of an ET phone. Somewhere on Earth or in our solar system, readily accessible, and even not hidden from plain sight we might find a device or means which would enable communication with an advanced alien race.

Regards & Best Wishes & all the luck in the Universe/ Multiverse,

------ : )

Postscript (not in e-mail, of course): I didn’t get a reply to my e-mail from the SETI Institute (www.seti.org).

It’s a long-standing joke with my friend that if you thought making contact with aliens was difficult, try making contact with humans.

Copyright © Reality Wedge, 2014

 

The Secret Sound

      Little Ludwig had a big head and small ears. His ambition was large

      enough for those. Sounds unheard by other men came unbidden unto

      his dome. To capture these and wield them drove him, some say to

      madness. In all the Links of the Hyperverse, he alone held the

      secret sound of the Sphere. He was ten years old as counted by the

      Crones, and his world was as small as his ears.

    

      Though Ludwig possessed or was possessed by the secret sound of the

      Sphere he did not know it; no one did. Lesser sounds had indeed

      penetrated his dome and lodged themselves in his private mental

      library. He could draw upon them at will; never forgetting them. He

      combined them in new ways, creating new melodies which revealed new

      beauties and depths of truth to him that individually the sounds

      did not. Some melodies he vocalised or made public by the

      instruments available to him but even though these stunned his

      audiences he knew they were only hearing a crude and imperfect

      version of the glorious pure notes he alone could hear.

    

      As for the secret sound, it was buried deep within his psyche and

      could by no means be tapped by a ten-year-old boy. He had not heard

      it yet and he would not for many years still. But one day when he

      had grown to the Age of Independence then it would start to make

      its presence felt, very gently and almost imperceptibly at first.

      It was a sentient sound and it would never overwhelm its chosen

      instrument. It would tutor him patiently over many years, and if it

      deemed him worthy would allow itself to be heard completely. Then

      Ludwig would become one of the most powerful beings in the

      Hyperverse. His quest to find his other gifted brethren would begin

      then for who is there that does not want to find more like himself

      if he becomes aware that he is the only one of his kind among his

      own people. So, hidden in a remote corner of the hyperverse a small

      child grew -- unaware  of his great destiny.

   

     "Ludwig! For sakes! Get thee hence from the airs and gi' ye focus

     now, you hear?" This bellowed from below and as always shocked him

     from some sibilant note just beyond reach. "I come, Marm." For truth,

     he had to obey or be subject to all manner of displeasance.

     "Ah, good." She muttered as he came down the stairs into the vita.

     "You know that I must see you to your classes -- and me with this big

     dinner tonight and the *black box needing replacing and all."

     She fussed like a *phorus all a-tither at the many steps of her day

     which Ludwig could only interrupt but to do his tasks. With not much

     joy he performed those few mundane things the world requires and,

     wondering at the folly of being organic, he found his way out the

     door and into school.

     Where he had been, a step before, the sun had spun an orange morning

     light over their arbor. Now it was the twin lights of a set of stars

     which shone high and white. He shook the light electric sensation of

     the Link from his slight frame and sighed. Melancholy, thy name is

     the *pale of School, thought he.

   

     *note: black box (BB) is a nano-factory. It is called a black box

     because it's inner-workings are beyond normal ken and one simply uses

     it until it stops working. There are different kinds. This one is

     essentially the entire kitchen; food, dishes, knives, forks, cups and

     everything is made from it -- and returned to it afterwards. Nice eh?

     *note: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phorusrhacidae (with the

     suggestion that this creature has been re-gengineered and is now

     really a large chicken and common in the 'verse. Only rarely (in

     certain verse cultures) are they actually eaten. The BB provides any

     kind of food without requiring slaughter. *note: Pale means "zone" or

     "burgh" or "country" -- the Pale of so-and-so.

  

    With a heavy heart and a heavy tread Ludwig headed for the cultivated

    green and flowery vale in which lay the school buildings and gardens.

    Classes were held indoors in the cool recesses of the pillared Temple

    of Learning, and in the open air in small circular patches of

    comfortable spongy flat grass. School was not really so unpleasant but

    for any child school will always be a prison. And the end of school

    always a release from confinement.

  

    Today was indeed a beautiful day, bright and warm it was with the air

    filled with the soft humming of the disc-shaped hoverers. Ludwig

    looked at one as it chased some other flying creature as yet invisible

    to his eyes. He could have summoned the hoverer - that was something he

    had learned to do with one of the sounds but his mood was low and he

    wasn't ready for games or fun.

  

    He passed through an arch and soon entered through a rustic gate,

    almost always left open, into a glade, the Temple stood glistening

    white and majestic a short distance away. Some children were running up

    and down its stairs and on the lawns chasing each other. It was not yet

    time for classes to begin. The thought of sitting still listening to

    the white-robed Lector almost made him groan aloud.

 

 Spaced around the perimeter of the Temple were other pale-gates like the one

 he had used. They were all rusty and old and through the arch of each one

 there was a different sky. Ludwig could hear the Sound from every one as he

 turned his head and by moving it about and varying the speed he composed

 snatches of the Sphere. Da Da D-- "Luddi!" came a boisterous cry. Lucky piled

 into him and they rolled on the grass. She was all freckles and smiles and

 ended-up sitting on his chest, but her laughter faded at the dark look on

 Ludwig's face.

  "Ah Luddi, did I spoil something?" She asked.

 "Nay Lucky, you know... I thought perhaps I heard something. It matters not 

 -- and get off me! You are like a fat Brown Dwarf."

 "Oh, nice!" She joked, rolling off and slapping his arm. The two friends lay on

 their backs and looked at the silly disks chasing across the sky. Lucky, who's

 name was actually Lucy, had a theory that they all lived in the Temple attic

 at night, but neither of them had found a way to the top to find out. It was

 taboo, but this only spiced their tacit conspiracy to go see.

 The bell rang; an ugly sound that hurt inside. If I need to shock, thought

 Ludwig, I will use that sound.

  "Class is convened," said Lucky.

 "Scan down, children," said Meister Go. The class settled into grudging

 silence as paper came out and the Meister wrote something on the white board.

 Ludwig was the only one in the class of twenty who could hear the slight

 harmonics made by the pen as it squeaked against the smart-film of the board.

 The tones, discordant and fluctuating almost sent him into one of his reveries,

 but the writing stopped with a final crescendo of flourish and period. The path

 of that music now said "History" as the lesson joined.

 "Who can tell me about the Multiverse?" asked the Meister. There was a general

 murmur of chagrin. The Meister smiled, "I know you are all wikied into the Net

 and you think you know it all, but humor an old man please. Come now, let's

 talk about the past, you may hyper new links that will surprise you."

 A small voice piped, "The 'Verse is our infinite world, Meister..." and then

 tailed-off. Ludwig had long since exhausted the petty octaves of the class and

 this phrase did not catch him into dream.

 "That is partly correct, Luhn, but is there any more detail?" He looked at the

 array of eyes before him. After a pause he sighed and said, "Very well, I will

 tell you a little more about it."

 "What if," he began and wiped the board, replacing it with a drawing of an

 endless plane, "our world were not infinite? What if it were merely the subset

 of a far larger tangle of possible worlds, and things that are not worlds at

 all?"

 Now more planes stacked one atop the other on the board behind him. The

 animation was silent, but in Ludwig's dome it sparked the thought that sounds

 might have sounds within them, like -- and the animation began to twist as if

 following his very notion -- each plane began to spiral and divide.

 "What if every possible tangle were a fractal in many dimensions? Here's

 something to link on: for every infinite world there is another and on every

 scale there is another. The choice made by our ancestors and their AIs was

 merely a starting point into one small Koch factorial of what is really out

 there. What you call the 'Verse is only a small web of Links between stable

 realities that exclude the more, um, unpleasant aspects. We live on a tenuous

 thread of possible paths which has proven stable -- but to each side is

 another path as yet unexplored. Well, unexplored by us."

It was a long day at school – Koch this and Hawking that. Finally it was time to go home. Lucy had to stay after for extramural laser-sculpting so at the end of the last breaktime they had said they would meet tomorrow after school to go to the Entertainium.

Ludwig walked home pensively. There had been a whole lot of new information today at school – a lot to digest. He was tired and couldn’t focus and let whatever incoming sounds take a back seat in his mind. They played and chirped in the background.

It was when he was at the pale of his own house that he was arrested by an unusual sound – unlike the others it manifested a piercing quality; its pitch and volume were high, it repeated moreover, and this more than anything else led him to believe he was receiving an alien signal – it was definitely unlike the more natural sounds he was used to hearing. There was someone or something out there in the Multiverse beaming a message to him or to others like him. Only he was capable of receiving it. It meant there was at least one other being out there who knew about the Sounds. But this person was a master – it was no simple melody but a whole symphony – so complex! It would take him many hours of attentive listening to process the whole message.

He went in and ate a light meal; then he went to his quiet place of listening. There he sat very still, cross-legged in Buddha-pose, and concentrated on the new thing that had entered his consciousness.

Time passed. He had followed some strains of the super-melodious entity, and they weaved dream-images before his inner eye: far away in the place of Spheres – the realisation that there was more than one sphere shocked him, but the megasphere that he knew of, though barely, was the mother of them all.

The purpose of the spheres he dimly perceived but they were meant for travelling between Verses, and even….

The pale-gates, called Links, must be Verse traversers, but within the limited

range the Meister had spoken of. Perhaps there were entire duplicates of the

Endless World that humanity now lived on. His mind could not keep up with the

scale of his thoughts, but the Sound had given him some kind of confidence.

Some promise of a way where thought and reason could not take him.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside. He flipped open the window and was in

time to see a phorus chase past the edge of the house. ‘Whatever was it up to?’

he wondered. In the motion of closing the window and turning to race after the

bird, a shadow passed over the house and he caught a glimpse of vastness in

the air above the house. It was quickly dark, as if dusk, and he stumbled

somewhat to reach his door.

The High-Dynelians had arrived for their yearly visit. This time by spaceship, it would seem. The phorus was panicked by their sudden arrival and darkening of the sky – their star-cruisers were pretty big. For the moment all thought of Spheres and Sounds left his mind. Another excitement filled his being with adrenal-electricity: the awesome Dynelians. What did they bring to trade this time? Would they allow him access to the ship’s main data banks? He was keen to bone up on the other aliens the Dynelians had encountered thus far in their travels.

When he had finally reached the street he could see the entire village gazing skywards at the huge starship suspended eerily in the blueness. Already a welcoming committee of white-robed Meisters was assembling at the far end of town. They would be heading for the plain of Jubrulgar to properly welcome humanity’s first alien friends. They entered a hover vehicle and promptly sped away.

Some of the other citizens were getting into their hover cars and following them out to the plain. Ludwig and his Marm had no hover car of their own so he would have to wait till tomorrow before some of the Dynelian crew came to town to exchange goods and greetings. There would be revelry for a day or two, and a great deal of knowledge shared and tales told. Ludwig couldn’t wait. It only remained to be seen if his Marm would allow him to stay up late. But even if she didn’t Ludwig had made up his mind to sneak out with Lucy. Lucy would be as excited as he was, maybe more so because she had a very good rapport with the Dynelians – she could even converse at a rudimentary level with them in their own language which is always a plus in dealing with foreigners.

The excitement in the street was beginning to subside, and people were turning to go home to prepare their suppers. Ludwig went in. Where had his marm been the whole time? Ludwig went to her room, and there she lay sleeping. She had missed the whole thing. Ludwig let her rest. He knew she had set an alarm to wake her in time to prepare for her dinner party. She had invited a few neighbours but not their children. It was to be an adult get-together. Ludwig could think of nothing more boring. He felt a little peckish, so he went to see if the BB had been replaced. Marm had taken care of it. A brand new jet-black Box was in the place of the old one. Marm would never know; now what could he have? Macadamia or pistachio ice cream? The choice was made: both, and in fairly ample amounts. Ludwig couldn’t have been happier as he attacked his ice cream.

Later that night as the stars peppered the sky and the moon rose from it's

slumber and dwarfed the world, Ludwig lay abed with stomach aches. He was hot

to the touch and could not divest blankets nor clothing to steal away from the

discomfort of sweat and sharp stabs of pain. Such a penalty for pistachio was

not uncommon and 'twas only his selective memory that bade him forget the time

before and the time before that.

"Ach--" he cursed as he gave-up on sleep. He swung his legs over the bed and

such was his distraction that he forgot to imagine the beasts withunder which

made slithery grabs for delicate toes in the dark.

It was quiet, even in his dome. No sounds? This was strange indeed. He could

count on some gentle four by four playing on his internal metronome, but not

this night. And why could he not hear the dinner party that was in full-swing

below? Suddenly, sounding in his dome, "... something in the house."

Does he know? My buffer is complete, there is no leak and I only watch. The

watcher kept infinitely still, more than a little disconcerted by the young

human's acute senses. In a corner, against the ceiling of Ludwig's room,

shrouded in verse-stuff, the Dynelian held breath and prayed that it was not

betrayed.

Ludwig probed the suggestion but came up empty. Perhaps it was due to his stomach pains and fever. He forgot it. He put on his slippers and carefully made his way downstairs, holding his stomach with one hand. The BB would have medication. It was a matter of routine. He never seemed to learn his lesson but oh, the joys of Pistachio!

And unbeknownst to him the secret watcher followed on the ceiling and the walls – invisible at a casual glance but you would be able to see a slight blur if you looked at it directly for a few seconds. And if you realized the blur was not in your own vision but in reality outside then you might get goosebumps. But Ludwig was oblivious to any strange visual phenomena. It was imperative to get some sort of relief from the pain.

The BB gave generously and he took the pills with a little water. Time would tell if relief came. The dinner party must have been over. There was silence and darkness in the house and his marm was probably in bed. Back up the stairs he went, and the Dynelian followed. ‘Such a lovely dome,’ it thought. It had chosen an exceptional human and couldn’t wait to plumb the thoughts and dreams of this human child. It would wait for the child to fall asleep and then it would approach and gently probe with its own mind and the probing device. There was no penetration of the skull with the device. The process was painless and non-invasive but a recording would be made by it – selected dream images would be stored for later enjoyment and study. It was fascinating and the Dynelian tried to control its excitement.

In another part of the verse a traveller bid farewell to the Sanctuary with its still blue lakes, forested ways and scattered observatories. The sphere’s portal opened and he stepped in dipping his head. Inside the only furnishings were a narrow bed and a chair. There was also a little privy and a shelf with books and several BBs. The comfortable chair stood before a control panel and a wrap-around viewing screen, in fact the entire inner surface of the sphere was a viewing screen. He could see everything outside except for where the meagre furnishings and privy were.

He sighed as he thought about leaving the beauty of the Sanctuary behind him for the cramped quarters of the sphere, and the weight of responsibility he endeavoured to forget, but the journey had to be made – the fate of billions depended on it. Worlds upon worlds were under threat. If his calculations were correct than before three weeks had passed the effects of the ripple would be felt throughout the verses, and then he could only imagine what would emerge or happen next. With a shiver he buckled himself in the chair. He had stumbled upon the phenomena so late and the preparations for the voyage had taken so long but it could not have been helped. At least he was now about to get underway. There was still hope but would he find what he had to find to save all the sentient beings in the Multiverse?

In the vast quiescence of the sanctuary a bubble popped and nothing noticed -

he was on his way! The multiverse was vast; infinite. There is a mathematics of

infinity, and another for the infinities of infinity. Just about every mind in

the primal past that had worked on these concepts had gone insane. Saint

Augustine, as with so much else, had started the spheres rolling but it was 

Cantor's transfinites and Gödel's vision that his ship was named for: The

Incomplete Aleph. His only clue was a pattern, a movement, a sound.

Though Ludwig’s stomach troubled him greatly he finally managed to doze off.

Then the Dynelian approached his still slightly breathing frame cautiously and extended the recording tube with its funnel-shaped head towards Ludwig’s cranium. It was obvious to the alien that the human had not yet entered into its dream-phase of sleep, so it waited patiently for that to occur. Soon, it did. Ludwig’s eyelids fluttered, and the Dynelian was enraptured by a dream. It saw consciously in its mind’s eye what Ludwig was experiencing unconsciously, and simultaneously the device was recording the dreams for later vivid replay in any Dynelian’s mind. Needless to say this would be frowned upon by the Dynelian heirarchy.

Some few hours passed and it grew perceptibly lighter. The Dynelian was done here; tomorrow night it would try the larger human – the child’s parent and see how the dreams differed for the new subject. For now, the Dynelian summoned with a specific mental command its aerial transportation device which was located near the wall of the house furthest from the busy street. It was, of course, as invisible to the human eye as was the Dynelian itself (at least, if not looked at directly for some time).

“Ludwig?" The air had no sound.

"Ludwig...?" Front was back.

"Ludwig!"

"Uh…. Yes, Meister?" Was he in school? He could not recall getting here.

"Are you feeling well, Ludwig? You seem a little distracted."

Ludwig nodded and shifted a little on his seat. The Meister lingered for a

moment, nodded and continued the lesson. A finger poked his ribs from his left

side. "Wig...you are acting all funny," whispered Lucky. He could only agree.

A week had passed since the Dynelians had come. He had still not seen one.

Strangely he felt nothing on the subject. He felt nothing much about anything

really; the music had gone.

And thus it was that Ludwig for the first time in his life fell into a depression. It was not unheard of even in that day and age. Sometimes such low moods were explored for their psychological meaning and import, more often perhaps, especially when the problem was due to chemical imbalances and the like, pharmacological action was taken, which was usually very effective. Nevertheless, Ludwig hid his downcast mood as best he could – he just wanted to be alone for a while. He would seek a short holiday and a change of scene. The Meisters and parents were not dicatatorial in this regard; and although discipline was always important, never was a child forced to learn anything they did not wish to. Perhaps, a trip would bring new inspiration, and possibly even re-ignite his capacity to hear sounds again?

Meister Null in the Incomplete Aleph was blitting across the multiworlds. His

craft followed a faint beacon that was centered on Ludwig's house. To his

horror that beacon was becoming more and more intangible.

"If this keeps up I will not get there!" He grunted from lips forced into a

white line. If the Sphere went down, he would not be able to blit through the

pale-gates that still stood innumerable between himself and his goal.

"Come Luddi, we are going to see the Dynelians today. You'd like a bit of a

get-out wouldn't you?" His mother was asking him from afar. She tousled his

hair, "What a mop you have, time for a trim, I think." Time passed like sleep between eyeblinks.

He was home. He was on the street with his Mother. He was in the town. Blink. Blink. Blink.

Whatever was going on, he wondered?

The prospect of interacting with the Dynelians did excite Ludwig but he was far too tired and listless to do anything. This he rightly ascribed to his depressed spirits. His mother picked it up quickly and wanted him to accompany her to Meister Free-Oid for a psych-consultation but Ludwig refused point blank, and just wanted to go home and sleep. His mother acquiesced reluctantly. She watched her little Luddi trudge home wearily. What was the matter she thought?

Meister Null faced the full brunt of his fears as the beacon centered on Ludwig’s house finally disappeared from his screen. He was travelling without a guiding star, blitting through gate after gate in only a general direction, and then he was on his way to nowhere. ‘All is lost!’ he thought. ‘Or was it?’ He still had co-ordinates to the Dynelian homeworld, and another Sanctuary. He could get help from the Dynelians, perhaps? But he still had some way to go.

[It’s a fragment, so it doesn’t finish, so wah!]

'The Secret Sound' is Copyright © ‘d’ and Reality Wedge, 2014.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons or institutions living or dead is purely coincidental.

Peace and Happiness

In the closing moments of the last episode of ‘V’ – the original series, namely ‘The Return’, Faye Grant’s character, Dr. Julie Parrish says, as Elizabeth, the star child, boards the leader’s shuttle, ‘Who knows? Maybe she’ll find peace – maybe we all will.’

‘Peace and happiness’ – two things which, for the most part, continue to elude the human race.

The day humanity commemorates a thousand years of peace on Earth will be a great day for the human race!

An interesting aside: A paraphrase of Elizabeth’s lines earlier in the episode: ‘Earth love is good and warm but is dependent on bodies - let me tell you about true love which pervades the cosmos and is not dependent on bodies.’