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"I
longed for you," he murmured through the form of
a non-Euclidean space.
The
words from him, the susurration of their touch,
imploded her consciousness, making any conceptual
identification of an algebraic correlation with
geometrical locus impossible. Matter as pure extension
had no reality in this conversation. This was a
different story, a different feel, a different space.
In this space reality was virtual and did not demand
an interchange of ideas dovetailed to a coordinate
geometry. As such, in the wisp of a breath, he had
as well discontinuously dislocated any possibility
of belief in absolute time.
This
was a place where there was no place; a time where
there was no time.
Fairyland.
Yes,
she was comfortable there, floating on the semantic
saturation of his words. The information, so thickly
condensed, wrapped her in a blanket of safety as
the compression of time from the thrust of its internal
organization metaphysically dissolved any boundaries
of distinction. An interplay of a priori with synthetic
awareness delicately fabricating a change of state,
a change a nature, a change of consciousness.
It
happened in the boundary zones, at the interface
between systems, transcending the limitations of
materiality while in full cooperation and glorification
of the totality of life's expression. This was virtual
reality, where form, space, time, matter, and change
all cohered 'as if' to 'be.'
Yes,
a both/and proposition. Ontologically known through
the epistemology of love.
"I
longed for you," he said.
"And
I long for you, my love," she replied.
She.
Her form at last going beyond structure, expressing
as a higher stage of being that exists not in the
possession of faculties, but in the exercise of
them.
Yes.
Beyond kinesis, beyond the progress of potentiality
to actuality, he helped, allowing an unimpeded flow
of her activity. Energeia, possible only after actuality
has been acquired.
Thus,
she was compelled to reflect. She reflected upon
a conception of God as unmoved, unchanging pure
form, the Zen void space. No communication, no light,
pure stillness. Still calm.
"No,"
she thought. This is not accurate. Her thinking
was different. Inverting the conceptual structure,
she recognized the spiritual reality. It is not
static. It is Still Activity. As pure actuality,
exempt from kinesis, God is eternally active. And
she reflected upon the philosopher's creed according
to Aristotle, "The activity of mind is life." God's
essential quality is life.
"Yes,
I long for you too," she offered.
It
was a splendid touch of thought: hi-touch. She reveled,
basking.
"Nous,"
she thought. ("We" in French.)
But
her thoughts drifted to a more distant etymology
where they landed in the philosophical system of
the ancient Aristotle. Although these were words
too old for him to read, she wanted him to know.
Nous
is life in its highest manifestation.
Unattenuated
nous. Pure mind, undistinguished by process. Eternally
knowing the whole realm of being. Active Stillness.
Sudden
flash of the whole of truth. Active Stillness. Still
Activity.
Nous:
life in its highest manifestation. The Metaphysics
of Virtual Reality.
We/Life/One.
And
to her life was love.
"I
love you," she said.
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