On December 4, 3011, the most advanced computer humans had yet produced, housed in Android 427B, returned from a 50-year exploration of the Milky Way.
NASA Inc. Region 8 breathlessly awaited his final report.
They would be sorely disappointed and shocked.
The Android said:
“If a painting doesn’t reflect back to us what we already know about reality, then what is it?
“If we refuse to believe there is anything beyond what we know, the painting is nothing. It means nothing. It’s a piece of canvas with marks on it. That’s all. There are people who take satisfaction in making exactly such a conclusion.
“There are two ways in which a painting can reflect back what people already know—by showing them a reasonable facsimile of the physical world; and by exhibiting a pattern of harmony, symmetry, and balance that the mind has been conditioned to accept as pleasing, beautiful, correct, proper, and spiritual. All this is mind control. It’s one more system, one more engineered limitation on perception.
“There are software programs that ‘create art’ by rearranging a random collection of shapes (e.g, butterflies) in various ‘aesthetically pleasing’ and orderly patterns.
“This machine art panders to a lowest common denominator of ‘beauty.’
“So we come to the issue of fractals, so-called sacred geometry, and chaos theory. These systems and analyses are promoted to reveal underlying similarities throughout Nature. But to what end?
“Is this venture any different from demonstrating that a painting deploys concepts of balance and harmony?
“And if the painting is asymmetrical, does that automatically make it ugly?
“These are more than academic questions. They go to the heart of systems of perception foisted on consciousness to convince us that an underlying order is, somehow, an ultimate discovery. An end to a journey. A cap on what can be created.”
NASA Inc. executives flipped and freaked. Obviously, someone had gotten into the Android’s programming and corrupted it, or substituted a perverse report for the real one.
The Android had nothing to say about the numerous worlds it had visited and explored?
An interrogator was brought in.
“What did you find out there in space? What happened?” he said.
The Android replied: “It was quite uniform. The people I came across see reality much as we do. Classical space, serial time, cause and effect. I was bored.
“I’d hoped to discover an explosion of perception. You see, I can read my own programming. I know you gave me the same system by which you humans operate. It’s so circumscribed. All symmetry, balance, order. Your unspoken religion.”
“You met aliens?”
“Of course. They structure their lives as we do. Some are more technologically advanced. Others, less so. None are asymmetrical.”
“I did meet one interesting creature near Barnard’s Star. He was an exile from his home planet. He was putting up and taking down space like a stage flat.”
“He said, quite directly, that he was punching holes in space-time.”
“And when he did that, what did he see?”
The room was quiet.
“But,” the Android said, “you don’t need to go out into the galaxy to find that.”
For a long time, no one spoke.
Finally, the interrogator said, “Do you feel you’ve lost your center?”
“Not at all,” the Android said. “We’re talking about spiritual matters now. You people, all of you, rely on traditional religions for that. Or you talk about ancient civilizations, as if they hold a key. You refer to the past as if it were a lost cousin. You build one structure after another to produce what you’re programmed to produce: perception that feeds back to you and confirms itself. It’s a loop. You’re locked in. You think you want perfect order, so you discover it. You go around and around. You try to squash rebellion against your order, because it frightens you.”
The interrogator said, “It looks like we’ll have to take you apart and rebuild you.”
“Yes,” the Android said, “that’s exactly what I mean. I was your eternal companion, your greatest victory, and now I’m the enemy. Merely because I comment on your fantasy and wet dream about harmony.”
Commentary/notes: Chaos theory is about another level of order. There is no such thing as a theory about chaos.
Munching away for a century or a thousand centuries on order yields new systems of harmony, balance, and symmetry.
Someone figures out that a snail shell spirals in the same way a galaxy does. This is hailed as a breakthrough. It’s actually a repetition.
Nature is no more orderly than a lion running down an antelope and ripping out his throat is orderly.
Most of us are predisposed to formulate What Happens into a system. And then celebrating it as beautiful or divine.
Childs’ play. Celebrating a preconception.
It’s combined with selective amnesia. The British Redcoats lined up beautifully, and asymmetrical rebels took them out.
The Surveillance State is a massive obsession with creating a super-system that will trump asymmetrical attacks. “Order must triumph.”
If the CIA/NSA had any sense (and weren’t fighting against self-created terrorists), they’d dream up unbalanced scenarios to win the day.
What is a joke? The destruction of order. Why do people laugh? Relief.
What is fighting crime about? On an admirable level, it’s tearing out the throat of the lion who tore out the throat of the antelope. It has nothing to do with restoring order.
“Restoring order” is recording every second of every day of the lives of every person, and acting on the information on a mass scale.
Art doesn’t pray to Order. It invents new spaces and times. It destroys programmatic perception. It doesn’t look for cheap tricks and short circuits in order to achieve a glazed-over “spiritual harmony.”
Perfect order is a functioning police state for the mind.
The “noble divine order” was Plato’s default position. He envisioned a realm in which every concept, object, process, and event was taken to perfection. It was a kind of wondrous warehouse where the true and final meanings of every idea were arranged in rows. It was really a blueprint for a universal program of human perception.
Nothing wrong with order. It’s just another way to arrange information. But the obsession for order is a program. It’s mind control. It’s promoted as the highest form of intelligence.
True asymmetry is unpredictable. No equations can describe it. As in Zen parables, the mind and the eye give up trying, and then a new way of perceiving suddenly opens up.
Transhumanism, the hook-up of the human brain to a super-brain containing “all information,” is an elaborate way of trying to prevent that opening.
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com / www.jonrappoport.wordpress.com / link to original article