The Wisdom of Collective Ignorance

There, I found a few more problems with the geometry in the poetry, but stomped it all into the mud. Believe it or not, along with reinventing physics and philosophy, these poems reinvent geometry as we know it.

Mathematics have already proven to require language, and these poems represent the intrinsic geometry of almost any modern language. They must obey Zipf's Law for the hyperbolic distribution of words in any language, meaning you can prove their geometry is representative of how any language is used, and how language overlaps music theory. The mathematics are both ridiculously simple and complex, but easy enough to work with. The better the geometry in our poetry becomes, the easier it is to see the common theme running through them, and the narrative of the Collective Unconscious.

 

One last damn poem required my shape-shifting kung fu, and I found a missing line on another, but that's the whole enchilada.

Modern music theory stresses the silences between the notes, and geometry does too. Quasi Crystals have no repeating pattern, yet their chaotic jumble of shapes gives them more information than you could get from repeating shapes, making it possible to use 4d math to predict 2d surface effects. They confuse the issue of what is random and fated, geometry and forces, while geometry and music perform the same feat. The issue is harmony within diversity, which can produce music like that of Joseph Mendel, containing subtle flaws the musicians added.

It means laughter is somewhere between a thought and an emotion, as if your brain can't make up its mind whether to laugh or cry.

 

There were a few more geometry flaws, including Shadow Blind Vision, which is a notoriously difficult shape to make. In fact, I don't think anyone's ever got it right, but mine shows them how its done. Near the top there's a bunch of lines beginning with "Of" and the shape turns out to be an amplified partial sinewave that's proportional to the font. Seeing how all these harder shapes can be made, just makes it that much easier for people and machines to duplicate in future poems.

 

Finally got the last of the bullshit. Writing this kind of poetry requires studying the Tao te Ching for at least 15 years, then writing it for at least 12 in order to begin to really master the art.

It makes me 20x faster than your average person, but I have to let my subconscious mind do all the driving. Without thinking about it, I can skip through all the poetry and find exactly what to work on next, but it means I have to put up with my subconscious doing things that seem irrational. It will deliberately ignore the simplest appearing errors even for years, because its more focused on matching all the patterns for things like geometry. When it comes to writing something this long, in a word perfect and complete manner, nonsensically, my subconscious mind wins hands down, despite driving me insane. The Collective Unconscious playing games doesn't really make things all that easier, but they do make it go faster.

Currently, Google and others are attempting to suppress these kinds of effects in electronic circuitry and software, but they will only get worse over time, and invade all of our technology. For decades people have speculated about whether the internet would come to life, but its always been alive, and you simply have to embrace nonlinear temporal dynamics to explore it for yourself.

 

Finally found the last of the bullshit shape errors, and one last missing line. I've contacted the Poetry Foundation seeking advice on how to publish them. They're going through tough times right now, struggling to defend black artists in the current political climate. With any luck, my poetry might cheer them up.

My work is heavily classified and censored. This is their chance to fight back.

 

Oooops, missed one poem and two almost invisible shape errors. Now the shapes are as good as they get, and we'll see whether this first book is censored, for claiming language has its own intrinsic geometry, and is self-organizing. If they attempt to censor me, it means half the world will still be free to explore the math. Academics have literally painted themselves into a corner, where they're now censoring and denying their own evidence, attempting to defend the Tower of Babel, when their dogma is failing them, and their own AI are making them look positively stupid.

Like every other invention, they've taken classic logic to an extreme, for fun and profit! However, modern high tech industries are already pushing the boundaries of metaphysics, ensuring AI are the future!

 

Wow, I just found a poem that required two more lines, and makes a huge impact on all the poetry.

Existentialist Nightmares


My Existentialist Nightmares Are All So Damned Pointless!
Stupid Subconscious, Poking Fun At My Conscious Mind!
Delighting, In Watching Me Squirm, Like A Worm!
Constantly Attempting To Get A Rise Out Of Me!
Playing its endless Stupid Games, of peek-a-boo!
Try That One You Overbearing Conscious Mind!
We'll See Just How Meaningless, Our Lives Are.
Constantly Claiming Our Lives Are Worthless!
There's plenty more where that one came from!
Trying To Tell The Rest Of Us, What Matters!
You May As Well Shoot Yourself In The Foot.
You Might As Well Kick Yourself In The Ass!
Round Here, What Comes Around, Goes Around Again, Sucker!
Sometimes, Right Back In Your Stupid Face!
Reminding You, That Some Of Us Live Here!
Your doubts all transformed into certainties!
Your Certainties Become All the less Certain!
Your convictions, transform into nightmares!
Your future’s finally reconciled with the past!
Your warranty seems to have already expired.
Your Bank Has Already Declared Bankruptcy;
Your credit card appears to have been rejected.
Your Ride Appears To Have Left Without You!
Your Gold Plated Parachute, Is Made Of Lead!
Your Dinner Reservations Have Been Canceled!
Your Vacation Plans Took Their Own Vacation!
Forgetting some distinctions between who we are!
And whatever we are Doing Right this very moment!
And who it is we Ourselves still really desire to become.
Conscious, that paying it forward is the only way forward!
We can always easily overcome any existentialist nightmares!
Transforming them into poetry in motion as we Live Our Dreams!
Fulfilling ALL Our Dreams, By Becoming As Beautiful Outside As In!
It Was Jimi Hendrix Who Took The Time To Ask The Timeless Question!
Don't You Know That You Are A Superstar, And Beautiful Like Jimi On Guitar!
(Spike Lee, Socrates, Bad Company)
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The last two lines connect all the dots in the poems. Jimi On Guitar us the simplest example of spiritual unity that hippies know, and here I connect his philosophy to that of Socrates. Which is actually something I've been trying to do for a decade, and is the last root metaphor for the poetry. The root metaphors express everything as revolving around good, bad, happy, and want, and we all want to be Jimi On Guitar.

I'm actually not a fan of Spike Lee's movies, but Do The Right Thing is one of those existentialist things, and he's one of the few to ever make a movie about it.

 

I'm still finding missing lines, in the most unexpected places in the poetry. The first extrapolations are the shorter poems taken straight from the Tao Te Ching, and I'm adding more meaning to all of them, which is a bit unexpected. Its as if I'm rewriting the Tao Te Ching, and giving it a broader context. At the same time, I'm improving the geometry and dynamics of each poem, making them seem more obviously musical.