Geometry for Ocelots

by Exurb1a

Within the mantra was the meaning of the world and the emptiness of the world also. Within the mantra was the promise to attain full ascendance as the Golden One had. It was love and contempt and distance and width; the unconditional declaration that consciousness was but one floating branch caught in the great river of becoming, rushed in rapturous ecstasy towards a final, perfect meta-yes.

There was no shelf to lay the idea on. Much like the little necklace charm, this new thought changed shape every time he almost had it in his grip.

Ursula whispered to Madeleine, “Darling, I wonder why the humans on this world don’t ask questions.” Madeleine span about a few times, clockwise, diagonal, cyan and gold: I doubt we’d like to find out.

“We have no weapons but our obedience.

He looked for something familiar to hold onto, a saying, a memory, an axiom. Nothing. Horror. From every side suddenly, quiet, all-pervasive horror. There wouldn’t be certainty in the world ever again. He whispered, “Is this how it is for you, never knowing anything for sure?” Ursula nodded. “I can’t ever go back, can I?” Ursula shook her head.

He looked up to the stars. “Oh. . .” he said. “Giorgi. . .” Johannes whispered. Giorgi examined his withered old hands. He began to cry. “I have,” he whispered. “What do you have?” Johannes whispered back. “I have been.

Anaximander spent many weeks alone again in the forest trying to make sense of what he and the world were made of. He was withered from eating little and walking much, and he raised his withered hands to his eyes. Under the appearance of his hands, under their colour and shape, a mystery lived inside; one that operated without need of supervision, automated and self-perpetuating.

She visited the scriptural libraries and relic cabinets, the perfume groves and liberation caves. She visited the fractal halls where oshos practised insight meditation—robed and bejewelled elephants levitating around a black fire.

He felt the moksha fragments burning in his stomach, the fire spreading to his extremities. His highmind began to expand, though it produced no new possibilities, only more outcomes to be fearful of.

Johannes stood shakily to his feet. He shouted directly to the crowd, “The worth of an animal isn’t conditional on the tricks it can perform. The question is not can they reason, nor can they talk, but can they suffer. If we are animals, fine. But we’re animals capable of goodness, capable of sense-making, and most importantly, capable of suffering. And if our masters wish to ignore these qualities simply because our children taste delicious, that is their prerogative. But our masters should acknowledge our prerogative too, and that is to resist.”

He said silently and with infinite volume, Mind is only matter that knows it is matter. Matter is only mind that is yet to become mind.

The principal aim of the species will be to build a single great mirror which all will look into, and see only universe looking back.

She was all giddy with love and forgetful of the transcendent truths—which, she thought, was really what love should be anyway.

Symmetry, solidity, heat, and light were but after-utterances of some great conversation played out across the heavens, played out in every quiet corner of the universe’s being. And surely Leo himself was a part of that game too, he realised.

“What have we done?” he whispered. “All we could,” she whispered back.

The old man opened his eyes. “Why did it take you so long to refuse?” Trembling she said, “You told me to do it.” “Yet the ritual was pointless. Don’t ever surrender to a pointless order again, not from a Deva, not from a native. Disobedience I will tolerate. Stupidity I will not.”