Being anarchists, there is no such thing as an official Rainbow Family Tribe anything, just people who call themselves Rainbow Family and, by tradition, gather in national parks around the world every solstice and equinox to pray for peace, spread the positive vibes, and shout “We Love You!”. A popular myth among them has it that in 1883 a Native American woman prophesied that when the white man had cut down all of the trees, poisoned all the waters, and killed countless animals a new nation of every race would arise, known as the Warriors of the Rainbow, who would help pick up the pieces and restore balance in nature. Whether its a true story or not, the sentiment is something hippies everywhere embrace. This book is dedicated to my yang brother Lilu, the Daoism Depot, Sa Wei-Dao, the Option Institute, Eric Allione, all my friends and family who went way over and beyond, and the immortal comedy of the likes of Stephen Wright, Yogi Berra, and Jim Henson. The many people online, in coffee shops, and homeless shelters who provided endless support and inspiration and one anonymous Episcopalian minister in a day center for the homeless who, like an angel, changed my life in five minutes. She asked me what I believed in and, when I told her physics, she loaned me a copy of Garry Zukav's “Dancing Wu Li Masters”. Contents Contextual Bullshit The Mother of All Voids Instant Karma Gonna Getcha! The Way of Ignorant Virtue The Paradox of Existence The Four Faces of God Indeterminate Crap Socially Ignorant Bullshit Theater The Foolish Heart of Agnosticism Ignorant Taoists Earthier Wisdom Collective Madness Vulnerable Agnostics More Ignorant Bullshit Contextual Bullshit Some clowns, who know damned well who they are, deserve more praise and blame than others, nevertheless, they shall remain nameless! And, "Ignorant Wisdom" can be considered my own home-brewed version of a Rainbow Warrior Philosophy of Ignorance! Comedic philosophies like this one are prehistoric in origin, but remain popular to this day amongst the many of us who still enjoy the timeless slapstick of crap rolling downhill and prefer it be as realistic as it is humorous. That's because this particular genre of primitive comedy, poetry, and philosophy is contextual, incorporating fuzzy logic, making everything I write all the more dependent upon observations of nature to say anything meaningful. Here, I combine the humor and insights of Socratic wisdom with that of Tribal Taoism using potty humor and most of the themes and caricatures are literally older than monuments, with the ones I present being merely popular modern variations on a timeless theme. However, to the best of my knowledge, it still represents my own unique agnostic spin on the topic, heavy on the physics, philosophy, and artwork, which I began writing down as one of the few remaining avenues left for me to explore my personal philosophy in greater detail. The TV game show, “Let's Make a Deal” provides a good example of fuzzy logic and Contextualism. On the show the host, Monty Hall, has contestants choose between door number one, two, or three and, after making their choice, he will usually show them a booby prize behind one of the two doors they did not choose and, then, offers them a final chance to swap between the two doors they haven't looked behind yet. According to classic logic the odds are merely fifty-fifty and there is no advantage in trading, however, fuzzy logic suggests that, since your first choice was between three doors, it was even more likely wrong then now choosing to trade between the two remaining doors. Accounting for more of what we do not and cannot know, fuzzy logic can do an end run around the classic law of identity, that nothing can ever be more or less than whatever it is, by associating the properties of any content with the greater context or truth of the evolving situation and, for example, it is commonly used in games such as backgammon and to prevent high speed elevators from throwing people around. Unfortunately, its ability to expose the limitations of classic logic, and expose more of what's missing from this picture, makes fuzzy logic politically controversial because it can lend entirely new meaning to what is funny and what makes sense in any given situation. Endlessly repeating the same handful of fuzzy logic jokes, while insisting that he knew nothing and constantly asking questions like a child, Socrates the self-professed fool set about changing the entire course of western civilization shifting the very foundations of philosophy from metaphysics to ethics and establishing fundamental principles of democracy in the process. Normally as quiet as a church mouse, nevertheless, when rampant corruption and materialism overwhelmed his much beloved city he rose to the challenge of his times championing the simple life, personal integrity, and democratic principles. Playing a drunken buffoon with questionable hygiene, he would meander all around town schmoozing, repeating his lame jokes, and asking innocent sounding questions that could make pillars of society appear foolish. While Socrates was busy in Athens, on the other side of the planet the Taoists in China were more subtle, but also leveraged the humor of fuzzy logic as a way to teach peasants how to defend themselves utilizing the humble, and downright infantile, harmony of yin-yang dynamics which were eventually integrated into most of the major schools of thought in Asia. Both Socratic wisdom and Taoism sprang from tribal traditions, however, the Taoists had developed an elaborate written tradition empowering them to publish their work anonymously, while Socrates had inherited an oral tradition that didn't translate easily into a written one and, eventually, the wealthier Athenians killed him for his questionable sense of humor that dared to mock them in public and for teaching peasants how to organize, think for themselves, and avoid being exploited. For centuries afterwards, peasants throughout Europe celebrated the death of Socrates drinking toasts to him in bars, recalling his exploits, and inventing new Socratic jokes while, today, the Tao Te Ching is the most popular comic book in Asia renowned for its gentle kid-friendly sense of humor and, in the west, "The Tao of Pooh" probably sells more copies than all other books on the subject combined. More earthy tribal folk have sometimes noted that for all the amazing wealth, knowledge, and technology that civilization has to offer, the simplest jokes tend to go right over the heads of civilized people who also have a bizarre tendency to surreptitiously flash mischievous grins and guilty looks even when they are good people who never do anything wrong! Twenty-five hundred years ago, those living in cities like Athens were much more familiar with the formidable humor of primitives who can also tell jokes that might make a porn star blush and walk away, although, their wives tend to strongly discourage them to say the least. As glamorous as ancient Athens was for its day, it was still incredibly tiny and rustic by modern standards and Socrates himself believed in the "memory of God" which was a popular tribal belief at the time even in famous places like Athens. In stark contrast, those of us living in modern civilization share far less in common with our primitive ancestors than ever before frequently treating each other, God, nature, and the truth more like complete abstractions. Things have gotten so bad in recent years that mental diseases like anorexia are beginning to spread to developing countries along with protests against such common industry practices as magazines retouching photographs of already stick thin models to make them appear even thinner and against toys such as Barbie dolls which can be so grossly disproportioned that, in real life, they would have to be seven foot tall for their internal organs to function properly. Many of us believe that Peter Seller's famous fictional character of Dr Strangelove is not an exaggeration and modern civilization could benefit significantly from sharing a few more genuinely organic metaphors for what it really means to be human. You can run, but you cannot hide from either your own personal truth or nature and our poetry personifies Mother Nature and Father Truth in order to make the subjects all that much more pointedly personal, for both believers and nonbelievers alike, and empowers us to share more authentic down to earth metaphors for life, albeit, in our own, admittedly, more cartoonish and less romantic poetry. Civilized people tend to dismiss tribals as backwards and superstitious yet, according to forty years of surveys commissioned by the National Science Foundation, one in five Americans insists the sun revolves around the earth. In response, academics have been increasingly complaining that Three Stooges slapstick and high tech just don't mix while, ironically, it is they who have been insisting for thousands of years that everybody should learn how to ignore their own sense of humor by dogmatically pounding away at the excluded middle. The excluded middle is the dualistic western idea that, although some things might be gray areas or whatever, in reality, everything imaginable must ultimately be merely true or false because anything that appears to be neither one, or is equally true and false, is just complete nonsense and, for all practical purposes, is best ignored or even suppressed. In other words, what the academics keep promoting as the remedy for all that ails society is for the reactionary mindless masses to adopt more elaborate Three Stooges slapstick. The law of the excluded middle is the foundation of all formal logic, meaning, logic can therefore be described as the assumption that humor is undesirable and utterly useless which, of course, many of my hippie friends and I consider a cornerstone of Vaudeville stage and theater. Like Mr Spock on Star Trek, logic assertively focuses our attention on truth and beauty to the exclusion of humor or anything else, while gentle humor and truly meaningless bullshit merely revolves around what's missing from this picture which is a much more humble, receptive, and accepting way of approaching anything. Regardless of the strength of anybody's personal convictions on the matter, the growing successful application of theories like fuzzy logic and quantum mechanics suggest that, obviously, the law of the excluded middle can be considered merely a rough approximation, or good rule of thumb, that just isn't always the easiest, most agreeable, or useful approach to problem solving and can even become counterproductive and stifle creativity by drawing attention away from the Big Picture or evolving situation. Apparently, the rapid rise of western civilization is reminiscent of the classic children's tale of "The Emperor's New Cloths" where the highly educated, influential, and wealthy of the kingdom expanded and consolidated their grip on power and further enriched themselves by suppressing gentle potty humor as vulgar and crass, insisting children should be seen and not heard, and even going so far as to suggest that Big Bird is an evil commie plot. They promoted truth, beauty, honor, duty, and rugged individualism as far superior to inferior potty humor, only to later receive the inevitable series of pies-in-the-face beginning with the advent of quantum mechanics. Other cultures attempted to do much the same with, for example, the civilized Chinese immediately transforming the earthy pragmatic philosophy and potty humor of the local primitive tribes into much more romantic religious mysticism but, having significantly larger tribal and peasant populations, Asian societies were not nearly as successful as western ones at suppressing their sense of humor. Thousands of years later, modern academia has finally begun to make serious inroads into comprehending the science of potty humor and, not a moment too soon, because the lowbrow Three Stooges slapstick coming out of governments, corporations, and academia today is destroying the entire planet making it difficult to see how the punch lines could get much worse. According to the latest estimates, within twenty years there won't be enough wild fish left in the oceans to support commercial fishing and, within fifty years, every wild land animal much larger than a dog will either be extinct or only exist in zoos. At the rate we're going, by the end of the century, some eighty percent of the surface of the earth will become desert and these shocking figures merely represent the tip of the iceberg of all the bad news now confronting our overpopulated, and all too often dysfunctional, modern civilization. Thankfully, we can always at least hope that its darkest before the dawn and, while I believe both humanity and mother nature are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, in recent years, it has become obvious they could still use all the help they can get! So, against my better judgment, I foolishly decided to write this book. Foolishly, because I've never written anything longer than a few pages in my life, have no formal training in any of these subjects, only have a high school education, have never attempted to extrapolate poetry from the Tao Te Ching, and never considered myself especially funny, artistic, or even literate (unless you count science fiction). But, desperate times call for desperate measures, and I've been waiting half my life for somebody else to write this book only to realize its contents are anathema to academics, mystical Taoists, and the mainstream in general requiring a truly brain damaged mentally deranged hippie dippy like myself to help break the ice and explore the possibilities. Thankfully, the only requirement for writing a book like this one is you have to be masochistic enough to shuffle all the relevant metaphors around for decades endlessly searching for any humble and elegant simplicity. Its what the supposedly inscrutable Chinese call, "The Book that Can Never be Written" and, if nothing else, it teaches patience and beats banging your head against the wall but, believe it or not, its also a popular collaborative artform, mathematics, and natural philosophy that predates Stone Hinge by six thousand years and is still enjoyed by billions around the globe today. Last time I checked, there was a three volume set of toddler potty humor available for anyone who happens to be a particular glutton for punishment, however, what distinguishes this specific earthy tribal potty humor and "Oneness" poetry is that it includes "adult" potty humor and can treat every word like a mathematical variable, with no intrinsic meaning or value. Bereft any independent meaning of their own, our words only have demonstrable meaning in specific contexts with one of the more notable results being that some of the poems in this collection are famous for normally being considered quite beautiful and moving yet, when read in specific contexts, they are considered equally hilarious. The truth and beauty of these poems unconditionally lend their greater meaning to everything else including their own intrinsic humor which, in turn, can blunt or normalize some their more romantic extremes. The overall result is what I sometimes colorfully describe as "Homogenized Cartoon Heaven and Hell" where paradise lost must inevitably be regained, but it always takes longer and is why life requires a sense of humor. In our universe, a context without significant content is impossible ensuring a Goldilocks Principle enforces that Murphy's Law can never result in extremes whether they are mental or physical, too hot or too cold, too big or too small, too fast or too slow, too empty or too full, etc. and everything should also expresses the same overall four fold supersymmetry of a universal recursion in the law of identity. The "Vinegar Tasters" or "Three Sages" is a popular Chinese painting that depicts a more romantic perspective of these same cartoonish yin-yang dynamics. Lao Tzu, Confucius, and Buddha are all shown standing around a huge kettle in the moonlight and, just as small children might be want to do, each has dipped a finger in to sneak a taste. Of the three only Lao Tzu is shown smiling because, supposedly, he alone accepts that the essence of life is neither bitter as ashes nor especially saccharine sweet and, it just so happens, he likes pickles. However, the same three can be portrayed less romantically by the Three Stooges with the youngest Stooge, Curly Joe, playing the naive part of Lao Tzu. Taoists love gentle tongue-in-cheek toddler humor (such as that of Yogi Berra, Yoda, and Kermit the Frog) and a classic Taoist saying is, "It is better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness", that is, if you happen to feel a sudden urge to go to the bathroom! Among other things, the Goldilocks Principle applying to everything ensures that extremes of any kind, whether they be mystical or metaphysical, mental or physical, are always excluded preventing things such as God being able to create a rock so heavy even he can't pick it up. We can imagine such extremes in some sort of abstract sense of the word, but it remains impossible to say exactly what is total bullshit and utter nonsense ensuring the greater context of the void and the truth are determining their own content and everything remains context dependent, paradoxical, metaphorical, or whatever the hell you might care to call yin-yang dynamics. What the greater context of the truth and its sometimes bullshit contents express is a self-organizing systems logic where the identity of everything inevitably becomes context dependent, which, due to the extreme egalitarian symmetry means that, ironically, the mystery of life also provides its own built in self-help manuals and tutorials because every context must have a significant amount of content including each individual having a significant amount of faith in themselves. Sometimes, tongue-in-cheek, I tell people, "When student is poorly prepared, the master is rudely awakened" which refers to the fact we are all our own greatest master and worst student whenever we assume we already have all the answers, while the shadow remains but the memory of the eternal light still echoing within the sounds of silence. It is the fundamental assumption that only the Truth shall set yea free and the truth of our collective words can be encouraged to speak for themselves. The greater context always requiring significant content means we can imagine both mental and metaphysical extremes in some sort of vague abstract sense, but they remain indemonstrable and largely inconceivable providing, among other things, an explanation for why it remains impossible to create a perfect vacuum. A context without significant content is simply a contradiction in terms and, sometimes, an oxymoron as in a statistic of one. Its content and context are conflated and exchanging identities and, sometimes, clearly displaying self-organization. As a result, people have sometimes asked me what "nothing" looks like and I've told them that, according to all the evidence, it apparently looks an awful lot like something because, for all practical purposes, the two appear to be indivisible and to always define one another just like up and down, left and right, back and front. Among other implications, it means metaphysics, ethics, and everything imaginable can be considered fundamentally paradoxical and metaphorical rather than merely causal or metaphysical. If you assume the laws of nature don't apply to God then, apparently, God has merely made it impossible for anyone else to create a rock so big it puts the idea to the test. Of course, shit happens in a Goldilocks universe, but nothing can ever happen too fast or too slow, too hot or too cold, too big or too small, too hard or too soft, etc. and everything always works out in the end for the universe as a whole, if not for Goldilocks herself who learned her lesson the hard way. Combined, Murphy's Law and the Goldilocks Principle express the yin-yangy push-me-pull-you dynamics, or "Cartoon Logic" of little kids, and when people ask my advice I often tell them, "When in trouble, when in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout!" Yin-yang dynamics are frequently compared to the cartoon characters of Tom and Jerry where they chase each other in circles so fast that, after awhile, its impossible to see what, if anything, is happening. While it sounds superficially counterproductive, it also describes the "Toddler's Mad Dash for the Potty!" where all their running back and forth provides them with all the pieces of the puzzle they require to creatively assemble them into a great whole and, no matter how much they might resist, potty training and even learning how to wipe your own ass are the inevitable and describe a creative self-organizing system that assumes ignorance leads to knowledge and awareness. In fact, many of the poems in this collection can be interpreted differently by children and adults, thus, empowering them to speak directly to both our conscious and unconscious minds. Anybody can use whatever metaphors they might happen to prefer, but those of us who share our poetry shamelessly plagiarize all of the more off-the-wall characters, plots, prose, and song lyrics from popular culture and, believe it or not, everyone usually recognizes immediately what works best precisely because the poetry is so mathematical and is constantly growing and evolving along with popular culture, while still managing to conserve its humble origins in tribal potty humor. By expressing our poetry in terms popular terms we merely, again, surrender our words to the people and those of us who appreciate this genre sometimes refer to it affectionately as, "Our stupid poetry" and never cease to be amazed at just how many complete idiots the stupidest jokes and poems can inspire to make a real difference in this world. As far as I'm concerned, mother nature and humanity get most of the credit for the artwork and all I have done is stumble along like all of my brothers and sisters who came before me struggling with these words like the idiots we were to even think about writing our stupid poetry. Frequently, I compare it to assembling a giant jig-saw puzzle when the pieces are scattered all over the place and nobody really has more than the vaguest idea of what its supposed to look like assembled. The basic plot is based on a classic Chinese tale of a dragon, a hidden treasure, and a real place in China you can visit called "Heaven's Gate" were an endless set of stairs rise up through a narrow mountain pass. However, due to the mathematics, or potty humor rules, the poems literally have a mind of their own and people have thrown everything imaginable on top of the essential plot including, "The Wizard of Oz", "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World", "The Tower of Babel", "Alice in Wonderland", "Peter Pan", "Star Trek", "Star Wars", and so on until nobody has any real clue where the plot might be taking us next. Each word having no intrinsic meaning or value means everything can be considered all that much more equivalent and egalitarian including, not least of all, Occam's Razor. Instead of the simplest answer merely being the correct one in our poetry, as Occam assumed, it can also be viewed as incorrect and, every answer being equally right and wrong, makes the simplest workable answer all that much more attractive and, thus, all the more frequently either delightfully productive or woefully inadequate to the task at hand. Or, as hippies frequently like to say, "We are all climbing the Stairway to Heaven and whenever harmony is lost, balance will be restored." It ensures that paradise lost must inevitably be regained, but not necessarily in your lifetime. In the mean time, anybody can still work on their sense of humor and, as much drudgery, gnashing of teeth, pulling of hair, and banging of heads against the wall as our poetry has required from everybody down through the ages, nevertheless, all of that is finally about to change dramatically for the better thanks to modern computers which will soon be able to spit out these kinds of poems by the thousands. Rejoice, all you adorable clowns! Comedy is about to get the high tech treatment and neither academia, Vaudeville, nor the rest of the world will ever be the same again! As weird, wacky, and off-the-wall as our Rainbow Warrior poems can be, many of us treat them very much like much beloved exotic pets that we all interbreed which can provide endless companionship and personal growth, but are also perfectly capable of defending themselves from anybody foolish enough to attempt to tease or abuse them. The intrinsic yin-yang dynamics of these poems empowers them to perform a sort of mental judo, very much like Socrates with his questions, where the harder you attempt to make them say anything specific the harder they will throw your own bullshit right back in your face. Ordinarily, its counterproductive to give away the punch lines to really good jokes and better to just let people discover certain things for themselves but, over the years, I've seen too many individuals bang their head against that wall futilely and, past a certain point, its just not funny anymore in my opinion. Anyone can make significant contributions to this genre at any time and, for example, one of my favorite poems is "Shit Happens" which is actually the first nursery rhyme taught to me by other children who all agreed the words are somehow magical. Magic or not, what I believe they express is the five fold symmetry of a Fractal Dragon equation, such as that of the Tao Te Ching, blending seamlessly within a broader four fold Mandelbrot pattern, such as the I-Ching or Pakua conveys, forming what is known as a "multifractal" equation where its impossible to say where one pattern ends and the other begins. Thus, illustrating how the law of identity can go completely down the nearest convenient rabbit hole or toilet of your personal preference on any given occasion and still display a complex self-organizing fractal symmetry where infinite karmic universes all converge upon the void. Fractals are self-similar and multifractals are fractals within fractals with James Joyce's "Finnegan's Wake" being the quintessential example of a multifractal in literature and all the great works of literature displaying similar multifractal patterns to greater or lesser extents. Beethoven's piano pieces provide a great example of a Fractal Dragon where the last five notes progressively slam home the more complex five fold symmetry of the entire piece and, to various degrees, every classical work of art examined, including paintings, has been shown to possess similar Fractal Dragon patterns and display chaotic dynamics implying chaos and order are indivisible. The 81 short poems of the Tao Te Ching express a minimalistic version of a Fractal Dragon equation that requires 4,430 poems for a complete representation and 430 for a reasonable idea of what the Big Picture looks like. Unfortunately, the best that I know of that anyone has managed to date is some 180 poems or so out of the 430 required and, ironically, I've had women beg me to write more sexy poems only to have to explain to them that the poetry is all mathematical and, sometimes, even I don't know what a particular poem is supposed to be about until after working on it for years. Still, like I already said, computers will soon be able to spit them out by the thousands and AI computers, such as IBM's famous Watson, are already acquiring their own potty mouths and beginning to master languages. To varying degrees and depending on the context, these can be considered meaningful and meaningless, beautiful and humorous, revolting and moving and one African tribe likes to say, "Mother nature's love is irresistible, but she has a wicked sense of humor." Yin-yang dynamics constantly conflating the identity of what is the greater context and what is its own content ensures that, in the right circumstances, existentialist angst can be considered "deja vue all over again" and a dark school of comedy that's an acquired taste. Yin and yang are more naive, infantile, cartoonish, Teletubby, and downright mindless and make everywhere cross their eyes, groan, and cultivate their personal faith. As far as I'm concerned, whether anybody else cares to admit it or not, we are all both flaming geniuses and drooling idiots and if anybody owns the copyrights on ignorance they have not been forthcoming. Therefore, for all these reasons and any unsolicited comments from the peanut gallery, henceforth, let it be widely known that these Rainbow Warrior poems are public domain, like any other stupid philosophy, mathematics, word play, or puzzle games or whatever and any damned fool should feel perfectly free to reproduce our poetry or write their own drivel and, like me, sometimes spout really ignorant crap you immediately come to regret. As I already mentioned, our poetry is so stupid it obeys simple potty humor or mathematical rules and, theoretically, a complete set of all 430 poems can even produce a simple systems logic that a child can understand that describes a Metaphorical Theory of Everything and Nothing that people everywhere are currently spending billions researching around the planet insisting it must be beautiful like String theory. Whenever the crap hits the fan, ducking is anybody's natural first response, however, with entire ecologies steadily collapsing and weapons being the single largest manufactured export of the wealthiest country in the world, merely ducking is no longer a viable option in my opinion which is why a Theory of Everything and Nothing might be just the ticket to get the ball rolling in a more positive direction for a change. Due to a prolonged drought, a mass migration has already ensued from Africa into Europe and, over the next century, migrations just like it are projected to occur around the globe. When confronted with the sheer magnitude of the world's current problems what becomes glaringly obvious is that what the world needs now, more than ever before, is creative thinking entirely outside of the box. Rainbow Warrior poems stray so far outside the proverbial box that they literally have a life of their own while we, the idiots who write them, merely do all the mindless footwork like so many office drones constantly shuffling them for any humble and elegant simplicity. One somewhat unique aspect of my own poetry is that I've developed a personal lexicon and homegrown version of linguistic analysis which empowers me to connect all the dots in a self-consistent, nontrivial, and demonstrable fashion that even the stuffy academics can still grasp in their own, somewhat, lamentably stilted and rigorous fashion. In technobabble, I use a Functionalist approach emphasizing authenticity over knowledge, and the greater context over any specific content, empowering me to expand upon the work of Ludwig Wittgenstein and Stephen Pepper by extrapolating poetry from the Tao Te Ching and comparing any metaphors generated against the physical evidence for any intrinsic yin-yang dynamics. Which is a mouthful and might sound really impressive to some, but boils down to the simple fact I endlessly search for the humble simplicity of crap rolling downhill and the elegant simplicity of poetry in motion on the assumption that the smallest pond can be the busiest place that sheds invaluable light upon the Big Picture and any technobabble is just babble like any other babble. We can only learn what we are willing to accept and, as much fun as I poke at academics in this book, the truth is I've spent decades talking to many of them online on a daily basis and this book merely caricatures them along with all of civilization because it expresses the more flamboyant and cartoonish Fractal Dragon perspective of the plot which the more subtle, receptive, and broader feminine curves of the Mandelbrot pattern would expand upon in a sequel, thus, bringing the entire collection to life as a unified whole. The systems logic described by the 430 poems should describe a Theory of Everything and Nothing that can be formulated as Intuitionistic mathematics and illustrates how logic itself revolves around bullshit, or what's missing from this picture. Or, in more technical terms, the identities of the two become conflated and context dependent displaying metaphorical scalar properties such as up and down, back and front, left and right, and suggesting a superscalar architecture related to Constructal Theory and the Chinese concept of Chi which I cover in later chapters. No matter how highly educated, regardless of any other damned fool's opinions, I've just never come across another philosophy I liked better than my own which stresses all the creativity, humor, and wonder that life has to offer, as much as its bountiful truth and beauty, through the simple act of graciously sharing our words and allowing our words to speak for themselves. For me, beautiful words are honest words and even if you already happen to know a lot of the relevant research, philosophy, and linguistics and manage to master the fuzzy logic of the Tao Te Ching, the one drawback to writing a book like this is the editing is enough to make any fool alive climb the walls and dream about computers becoming powerful enough to do the work for them. Unfortunately, supercomputers that can do the job may not be widely available for another twenty years and, then, there's the minor problem of someone having to program them, not to mention, I've never come across a philosophy I liked better than my own. Part of the general confusion is that everyone has become familiar with mystical Taoism, while what I am writing about here is a throwback to the original popular practice of the primitive tribes who first began collectively formulating the Pakua as a way to pass the time, for its entertainment value, as a useful tool, and as a meditative practice in its own rite. "Philosophical Taoism" and "Chuang Taoism" are two of the more popular known schools of thought which are closely related to my own philosophy "but, even so-called "Philosophical Taoism" is actually a form of mysticism that more closely resembles a psychology than any recognized philosophy. The civilized Chinese incorporated the mystical concept of wu-wei-wu (do without doing) into their version of the Tao Te Ching and I replace it here with the much more explicit statement that if an individual is content just to be themselves, making fewer distinctions between who they are and what they are doing, they express greater personal integrity and embody greater poetry in motion in whatever they are doing. Some might protest that "poetry in motion", or "ignorant bliss", is mysticism but, all I can say is you don't know what you've been missing. Simply getting regular exercise will improve almost anyone's affect and attitude, while the AMA has also long recommended meditation as a mentally and physically beneficial practice. Brain imaging using fMRI has been used to quantify happiness based on measurable processes in the brain and, specifically, used to establish that meditating Buddhist monks have unique structural differences in their brains and are happier and more content than your average Joe. Similarly, population studies have shown that, while ambition certainly has its place, those who cultivate contentment tend to fare better in the long run. People can train themselves to accomplish any number of outrageous and difficult to believe things, but contentment comes at no cost and is something anyone can achieve with varying degrees of success. Life itself being a self-organizing system means everything can be described as paradoxically both mechanical and social, organic and inorganic, and to express the lowest possible energy state of the complete system, or idling state similar to a car idling or what can described more personally as poetry in motion. A nicely tuned car engine can leap into any higher energy state the fastest, but the engine will still sputter and take longer winding back down to a nicely purring idle because harmony is easy to maintain, but always takes longer to recover than it does to lose harmony in the first place. Being startled while relaxing on a couch is another example where calming down afterwards takes much longer then it did for us to hit the ceiling in the first place and how long depends on how well tuned the individual happens to be. How content we can become is related to how wisely, efficiently, and harmoniously we can utilize any of our available resources and, ironically, fMRI studies have also revealed that the more intelligent an individual happens to be the less they actually use their brain to solve any specific problem. By that same token, the more competent the individual the more often they conserved their brain power for when it might do the most good and the better anyone's memory the less creative they tend to became as a result. Anyway, its a subtle, but crucial, distinction that delineates my own more pragmatic humorous philosophy from the much more popular and romantic mystical Taoism and Zen Buddhism and, among other things, empowers me to explore the humor of the Tao Te Ching without being constrained to the obscure dry tongue-in-cheek sense of humor that the civilized Taoists and academic scholars have traditionally relied upon in order to avoid persecution and censorship by the mainstream establishment. Mysticism appears to have worked pretty well for countless civilized Chinese and, today, Taoist mysticism is still very much alive and well in Malaysia in particular, but what I'm writing about here is a much older collaborative artform and earthy pragmatic comedic philosophy which, in fact, is believed to speak for itself. No sacred texts, enlightened masters, mysticism, metaphysics, or any organizations are ever required precisely because you can describe the poetry anyway you happen to prefer due to every word having no intrinsic meaning or value and being shared amongst us all in a very egalitarian, open and free, and anarchistic manner that merely celebrates our common humanity. Whilst I wax poetic, crack stupid jokes, and spout a fair amount of technobabble, I try to keep it all as simple as possible and to explain as much as I can as I go along. However, you won't find my definition of "syntropy" in any dictionary and, here, it refers to the tendency of anything to become more efficient the more humble it becomes in any given context. For example, due to their greater syntropy both the neurons in our brain and a black hole can be described as conveying any mass, energy, and information with the highest efficiency possible for anything their size. We can describe the universe romantically as expanding from the Big Bang into uncharted new horizons, to go where no man has gone before or, more humorously, as toddlers ignominiously falling on their butt and achieving anonymity within a Big Crunch because everything is paradoxically synergistically-normalizing one another causing everything that exists to fundamentally resemble both the Alpha and Omega. A child attached to their favorite toy provides a good example of synergistic-normalization. No matter how hard they may attempt to nurture and retain their undying love for their toy it will inevitably fade like a drop of water in the ocean as they steadily acquire new thoughts and feelings all synergistically vying for their attention. The whole can become greater than any mere sum of its parts, but only at the expense of normalizing or diminishing the individual impact and influence of each part sometimes quite dramatically. Thankfully, precisely because it is a metaphorical effect rather than a metaphysical one, those feelings can never be completely lost when the greater context always supplies its own content and can always be nurtured again with seniors in particular famously nurturing their childlike sense of awe, wonder, and gentle humor seeking greater personal growth and satisfaction. Synergy is the only other word that I define differently which I explain later on is due to, on rare occasions, dictionaries being lobbied like congress as people declare war on each other's minds and souls. Anyway, other than those two words, every definition for every word I use is straight out of any common dictionary however, more often than not, I use the second or third most popular definitions which are just more vague making them better suited for expressing the topic. As much as possible, I limit the technobabble to basic concepts that anyone can easily look up online for more information, however, my personal experience is that if people cannot sit down and calmly discuss their ignorance and agree upon the definitions of even the simplest two syllable words they are usually better off not talking at all. If something keeps troubling you, primitive tribes and tribal hippies often recommend studying the humor of cockroaches and chickens. The characters of Groucho Marx and Oscar the Grouch portray classic cockroaches, or raging egomaniacs, while the Three Stooges and Gonzo the Muppet are timeless examples of chicken flock humor with all of these simple cartoon caricatures highlighting the central role of memory in basic networking systems logic and, more personally, in the rudiments of toddler potty humor. English speaking cultures don't have this tradition, nevertheless, we have our own amazing comedians who perform the exact same styles of comedy and, not having inherited any cultural traditions, just means we are all that much freer to mix and match comedic styles anyway anybody might prefer. Jim Henson and Dr Seuss were both geniuses as far as many of us are concerned and its essentially the same infantile left leaning Yogi Berra and Will Rogers salt of the earth style humor, however, tribals don't require complex explanations, much less, complex institutions and, with fewer taboos about such things, feel freer to express views that civilization tends to suppress. Among primitive tribes lightly salty adult potty humor that covers every aspect of life can be considered family entertainment and seldom, if ever, thought of as particularly political, rather, its the only material any wannabe comedians among them have to work with. In recent decades, even a few physicists have begun performing amateur stand-up comedy, holding contests, and waxing poetic in this infantile fashion with some of them, perhaps, entirely unaware that they are embracing a popular tribal pastime and repeating toddler jokes older than Stone Hinge still enjoyed by billions around the globe. At times, it can be difficult for any of us to see the forest through the trees and making it easier to do so is what gentle potty humor, poetry, and philosophy are really all about in my opinion. Contributing whatever can be observed in the world around us, including abstract physics, just empowers me to expand upon the jokes, and vice versa, producing a virtuous circle or vicious cycle depending upon your personal taste. Those familiar with academic philosophy might be tempted to compare mine to epistemic Contextualism or even so-called "Strong Contextualism" however, as far as I'm concerned, these are merely categories invented by academics for treating Contextualism as just another analytical tool in their toolbox, rather than, a subject that has a life of its own. Likewise, some might be tempted to call this an ordinary language philosophy, but all the technobabble it contains makes that a stretch to say the least and, rather than such constraining labels, I prefer to just call it a Pragmatic, Metaphoric, or Taoist Contextualism or even my own personal "Bullshit Philosophy". The only assumption being that anything mental and physical, abstract and personal, rational and irrational, philosophical and comedic, beautiful and humorous are all yin and yang and, therefore, must all be equally expressed in order to better grasp their individual contributions to the Big Picture. As much drudgery as it requires to write a book like this, relying upon the metaphors and greater context to organize themselves I allow my words to rise up with those of my countless brothers and sisters who came before me and who, like the idiot I am, also chose to allow their words to speak for them in the collective voice of humanity, mother nature, Vaudeville, and the greater truth about bullshit. Using this maddeningly infantile and outrageously tedious pattern matching approach, I throw caution to the wind and allow my words to speak for themselves merely by treating every word as a mathematical variable. The drawback is that, in order to have even the slightest chance of completing a book like this within your lifetime, requires first seriously studying the Tao Te Ching for at least fifteen years, slowly absorbing its convoluted fuzzy logic by osmosis. The text can be said to assemble itself and we who write versions of the Book that Can Never be Written merely shuffle around all the metaphors without having to dwell too much on whether any particular poem is finished and just try to allow them to speak for themselves knowing the book will eventually finish itself. Ironically, having no intrinsic meaning themselves, each of words can lend greater meaning to everything else including any distinctions between what is the truth or bullshit, physical or mental, beautiful or humorous, existent or nonexistent, which will always transform into one another in extreme situations just like yin and yang. Past a certain point, a vacuum chamber will simply refuse to empty because a context without significant content is both physically and mentally a demonstrable contradiction and, for example, the mind and brain have already been documented as substituting for one another at the most fundamental level of their organization blurring the lines between what is physical and mental, metaphorical and metaphysical. Using the 12,000 year old metaphoric logic of the Pakua I can incorporate any arbitrary number of context dependent metaphors into my pattern matching efforts and free my words to rearrange themselves in as egalitarian a fashion as possible to express their intrinsic supersymmetry. In spite of all the obtuse technobabble, ironically, it's usually much easier for me to just tell people that I'm a Contextualist rather than attempting to explain what Pragmatic Taoism is or even what being a hippie means anymore. Pragmatic Taoism is virtually unknown even among conventional Taoists and is about as esoteric as the subject gets while, these days, calling yourself a hippie can refer to almost anything. Its just much easier for me to describe myself as a Contextualist, rather than attempt to address stereotypes of hippies as drug crazed commies hugging trees and running through the woods naked babbling about free love or whatever or Taoists as ascetic mystics quietly contemplating their navels. For me, Contextualism merely refers to surrendering to the greater context or unfolding truth of our lives which, of course, lends everything meaning. Along with other descriptions of my philosophy, that last bit might be difficult to wrap your head around, however, that's as straightforward an explanation as I can possibly give in plain English other than to say its all about acceptance or surrender. Any difficulty in understanding it can usually be ascribed to the concept being extremely foreign and, hopefully, as I go along it will all make more sense and anybody should feel free to ignore most of the technobabble if they want and just play around with all the concepts and absorb the book through osmosis which, of course, is a crucial aspect of how I'm writing it! All of my friends tend to agree with me that if you can't explain something so a five year old can understand than you really don't understand it yourself and I consider the jokes and poetry in this book to be much more important than all the technobabble which, strange as it might sound, is included here merely to help me write more poems and jokes so I can figure out what all the technobabble might actually be referring to! Some claim Contextualism is merely a new axiom of logic, however, this specific axiom appears likely to soon be declared a law of nature, meaning, that a new scientific revolution is now upon us. While traditional metaphysical approaches have repeatedly failed to produce the next scientific revolution, Contextualism has made steady advances in almost every branch of the sciences and is poised to assume a more central role with the advent of the next generation of computers capable of crunching enormous numbers that the human brain manages routinely. The ongoing global impact of the continuing rise of the Contextual sciences, such as quantum mechanics and Fractal Geometry, can hardly be overstated, however, this book is about the broader philosophical and comedic implications and not any specific trends which so many others have already written about extensively. This is a book about primitive potty humor and philosophy first, and only incorporates all the technobabble wherever it might be helpful by bringing something meaty to the table for people to chew on or to expand upon the central theme of human ignorance and crap randomly falling from sky, yet, inexorably rolling downhill in an extremely predictable manner.
This is probably about as close to the final version of this chapter as I'll get within the next year or so and gives a much more lucid explanation for what the Book that Can Never be Written is all about and how I'm writing this particular version and what I'm leading up to in all the chapters that follow. Due to it being recursive logic this chapter won't be completely finished until after I'm closer to finishing the entire book which may take as long as another three years. Hence the reason I included the forward and table of contents to illustrate the recursive logic. Even the shape of the table of contents for the chapters expresses the same recursive logic as the poetry and the entire text can be considered mathematical and as much a work of art as it is a pragmatic philosophy with everything in the text capable of being interpreted as expressing a giant equation where the goal is to make it as word perfect and complete as possible.
