The Agreed To Construct

Construct:

1:something constructed by the mind: such as

a: a theoretical entity


– m-w.com



The Agreed To Construct



Seems to be in my best perception

Loosely linked to the idea of a Matrix

Without the malevolent overtones

Perpetrated by a desire to control

Nor having qualities of being benign

Simply a reality to be experienced

As of right now, in this very moment

It is the only thing that makes sense

Though it is difficult to break down

It must be a conscious creation of a

Collection of collaborating consciousness

For the sake of experiencing experiences *

Because logic tells us that infinity

Goes on forever in every direction

Also, from every direction, even internally

That is an infinite amount of infinity


“Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins.
Which of the two has the grander view?”

– Victor Hugo



Either way, each perspective goes on forever

Which to my best understanding, look similar



*
 “All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”

– Bill Hicks



There are no anomalies or glitches

Everything is working as agreed to


“You have nothing in your hands. 
Any power you have, comes to you, 
From far beyond.  Everything is fixed, 
And you can’t change it.”

– JC

“Jesus Christ Super Star”


Of course not, “We” signed “The Agreement”



All of the particles and waves

Behave in exacting fashion and form

As agreed to through observation

Via one or all of the five senses



Powered by what, nobody knows

Except the “logic” that electrons

Are zipping around a nucleus of

Protons, neutrons, neutrinos, and quarks

Held in place by an electrical charge

Yeah, sure, where are the batteries?

Where is the charging port / station?


Take your thumb, for instance

A human thumb contains roughly 1 septillion to a few septillion atoms (\(10^{24}\) to \(10^{25}\) atoms), scaling proportionally from estimates of an entire hand holding about 50 septillion atoms. Most of these atoms belong to water, carbon, oxygen, and hydrogen molecules that make up skin, bone, blood, and muscle tissue.

– AI

That is a lot of little agreements

Just to pick your nose and scratch your ass

More eloquently, to write a poem or play an instrument **


“Look at your hand. It’s one of the most incredible instruments in the universe. Of all the bones in the body, one fourth are in the hand.
Forget the hand. Look at your thumb; that wondrous mechanism that separates us from the other animals.

The world-famous opposable thumb, that amazing device, that has transported more students to college than the Boston post road. Ideal for sucking, especially as a baby, and lauded in song and story as the perfect instrument for pulling out a plum.

Or, in the case of the Caesars, for holding it down for the gladiator to die, or holding it up, which means “See you later at the orgy.” My friends, for getting up and down the pike, in your pie, in your eye, I give you the thumb.

Have you any idea, Farmer Brown, of the incredible complexity of this piece of human apparatus? Of course not. Never having spent any time at Sol and Sol’s swilling borscht and jamming Latin into your brain while trying to imagine if Lefty the waitress is wearing a garter belt, you have no idea of the balletic interplay of parts that make up the human thumb.

The flexor ossis metacarpi pollicis flexes the metacarpal bone, that is, draws it inward over the palm, thus producing the movement of opposition. And the Boy Scout salute. Because of this magical engineering, we could do this. And this. And this.

But our greatest triumph comes not from flexing the metacarpal bone and making a fist,which always seems to be thirsting to be clenched…No, no, no, no, no. Our greatest moment is when we open our hand:

Cradling a glass of wine, cupping a loved one’s chin. And the best… the most expert of all… keeping all the objects of our life in the air at the same time. [begins to juggle] My friends, for your amusement and bemusement, I give you the human person. Thumb and fingers flexing madly, straining to keep aloft the leaden realities of life: ignorance, death, and madness. Thus, we create for ourselves the illusion that we have power, that we are in control, that we are… loved”

– Hawkeye Pierce

“M * A * S * H”


**

[III. Discovery]

‘…Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful…’

‘…I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds and soon my own music!

How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can’t wait to tell the priests about it!…’

//

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall ….. gently ……. like rain

“2112”

– Rush