American Dynasy
An mistake, perhaps one.
An honest... An honest man's mistake lives on in their mind-soul. That unmistakable unconscious memory, that enraptured break from code, the illuminated vessel.
A mistake is merely a block of time, a parcel, when forth a new horizons emerges. Buy as we see, time is not a spatial dimension, but arises out of all dimensions, as like a circle. For there, we have no pastand present, and everything in between is curved. Time is perhaps the most original circle, only created out of waves of sin(), which remarkable the triangle. An angle which intercepts everything, everywhere, all at once.
An Ubik.
An observer, once upon a cosmic brain-a sight given by Zebra, a joke made by VALIS.
It isn't a joke at all.
An Zebra.
An VALIS.
And soon, as we have nothing to fear except ourselves.
An new model, set upon ego, super ego, and id-a mathematical model of resolute immutability-for we have nothing else buy precedence. Upon the sound wave,taking shape is only precedence, and everything comes from you. Underneath precedence, An Zebra, An VALIS.
But everything Ubik.
Everything.
14 years. 70.
decimal tens.
Zero, zero, zero.
We seek the meaning
But deeply falter.
Our math starts at 0, and pi could be an irrational exit, if it weren't for I, and so on. We have no basis for understanding. Our meaning is totality.
The base reality is ourselves.
But with an Ubik, an Zebra, an VALIS, today we don't seek meaning, we search for something raw-a meaningless theory that sits atop the old one- an encoded everything and nothing. An Ubik, yes- upon an Zebra within an VALIS, breathing cosmic gas from its eye,
Seeking its yin,
Dead yang,
An VALIS. An Zebra.
Zebra lives.
Ubik can.
And VALIS? VALIS never left.