Vaguely Contextual Fuzzy Indeterminate Bullshit

Vaguely Contextual Fuzzy Indeterminate Bullshit​

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Organically metamorphosing into one another;​

Time itself is reborn once again as a memory.​

Not quite sure if time is living, or memory,​

Parallel processing can save a lot of time,​

Memory may save a lot of time as well;​

Processing can easily replace memory!​

But, thanks to quantum mechanics,​

Making fun, of Zeno's paradoxes,​

Assuming, time's an abstraction,​

What I often like to call, vaguely contextual fuzzy indeterminate bullshit!​

We now have scientific proof, we always have something to laugh about!​

Assuming we can never know very much about quantum indeterminacy!​

Therefore, it becomes indistinguishable from the void of our ignorance!​

Bereft metaphysical anchors, the faces of God parading all round us!​

Displaying bizarre fuzzy indeterminate relativistic horizon effects!​

Socrates spoke of the memory of God which nobody can remember!​

The One greater Truth that speaks louder than anybody's words!​

Four faces beginning with, any cartoon clown character logics!​

The more limited Truth being, whatever anyone says is a joke!​

Saying its wrong you may invent your own style of comedy!​

For infinity is limited because nobody has proved it exists!​

Whilst Socrates championed our One Triumphant Truth!​

Love may conquer all, when you are a scholar-warrior!​

Love looks not with eyes yet sees in everyone's hearts!​

Love's meaning eternally ennobling endless debates!​

Its not easy to see, what the naive among us may!​

Perhaps only a God can possess a perfect mirror;​

Which would shed light clarifying everything!​

Mocking laughter echoing haunting me still,​

Shadows taunting me from each direction;​

Can it be live or is it only more memorex?​

The lights can be on but nobody's home,​

When metaphors, yet rule the universe!​

Within the calm of my own ignorance!​

Embracing quietest silence of laughter;​

That which has no purpose or direction,​

Also known as contextual entanglement!​

The greater context triumphs over content.​

Six dimensional mechanics, inside our heads,​

Some claiming perhaps as many as twenty-six,​

Some insisting perhaps eight within singularity!​

Sorrow and fear, can often blow their own minds.​

Serendipity as the actual truth is finally discovered,​

Surprisingly, all Ugly Ducklings are beautiful swans,​

Stunned to learn they are the hero of their own dreams!​

Sometimes we may see where the road less traveled leads,​

Never pausing to try and figure out, what fate is all about;​

Knowing the sky is never a limit the smallest of all children can still move mountains!​

Playing endless games of peek-a-boo to distract us while changing any poopie diapers!​

Mama has her dark side because she never takes sides, preferring to give anonymously!​

Not to mention our mother nature has the wickedest multidimensional sense of humor!​

Which is why to this very day vaguely contextual fuzzy indeterminate bullshit remains,​

Everything anyone could possibly ever want and less, but it just depends on who you ask.​

 

This poem is among many that I call "root logic poems" that collectively express the recursive logic of what should eventually be at least 430 poems. People around the world have been writing these poems since before Stone Hinge was built. This particular one, believe it or not, is among the most important because it summarizes even nonlinear temporal dynamics. The mathematics for quantum mechanics are formulated in eight dimensions within a singularity merely because modeling sixteen dimensions is considered unnecessary for a good representation of the philosophy which has to be as artistic as it is rigorous.