"A major difficulty is that the answer to the Riddle of the Sphinx is partly a product of the answers that we already have given to the riddle in its various forms." - Gregory Bateson
"Space is not empty. It is full, a plenum as opposed to a vacuum, and is the ground for the existence of everything, including ourselves. The universe is not separate from this cosmic sea of energy."
— David Bohm
Non Conceptual Sentience
The genome or recombinant calculation of image to word to conceptual thought is the software of mental associations that we are operated through is akin to the many subsystems that comprise the somatic inasmuch as biochemical signals are coordinated in the neural net of the brain at the behest of adaptation to the environment. Temperature regulation, safety systems, injury notification, heart rate and so forth as signal communications \ inputs as part of a biological regulatory system are continually monitored for adjustment outside of the range of conscious awareness. The glass bead game of recombinant, conceptual thought of which we mistake the means for self identifying coherence is perhaps at the behest of nonconceptual sentience, which, as Dr John Lilly once observed is the realm of "high indifference and ambivalence." Perhaps we..you and I are no more than mutated cells in the veins of nature. Perhaps much like a mirror which has no opinion, yet can capture the environment as a reflecting principle to yet an unknown observer, the litmus of our state is being measured by this phenomenon of unknown manifestations in the skies. We may be the unknown observers to ourselves for all we know of this relationship which beckons us to reconsider what we have gotten away with.
Perhaps the search by the Aeons in ignorance of our origin caused agitation and fear and as a result, "the agitation grew dense like a fog, so that no one could see. Thus error found strength...Without having learned to know the truth, she took up residence in a modeled form, preparing by means of the power, in beauty, a substitute for the truth" The existential vessel of form. Perhaps settling for less is the opposite of what we have assumed, that it is a safe bet. Which do we prefer the simple beauty of what we can only touch or the unsettling truth there may be pixels in this portrait?
However we seek disambiguation from without, where within it is short circuited by refractions, whirlygigs and fantasies concerning ourselves. Perhaps we need to follow their path to where they vanish, and in the study of unknown atmospheric phenomenon I have found the following statement particularly relevant.
"The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear."
— Jiddu Krishnamurti
When I first ruminated on the concept that unknown atmospheric phenomenon constituted a living sentience rather than the image of objects as the observer \ distinction mutually borrows from one another, the issue of associative, conceptual thought came to mind as a looping detour for the imaginable realm wherein mental images of a creature without a form we can identify would fall back to something akin to dragons flying through the sky.
The Autonomic Observer
The issue of what I term the naive intelligence of these chimeras came from a dialog between David Bohmn and Krishnamurti on implicate ordering, which in terms of consciousness, is the discussion of non conceptual sentience by deconstruction. Dr Richard Alpert in "Grist For The Mill" has ventured into this territory as well, all of which comes back to Godel, who used mathematics to deconstruct mathematics just as the Surrealists used language to deconstruct language. All of this perhaps relates to skepticism of the self at it's essence to the self, beyond the experiential misnomer of personality, which then is arranged like a piano, certain environmental triggers hit the keys and a prearranged non self aware mechanism has a pre-programmed response that appears to be sentient, but is actually a cybernetic autonomic phenomenon, that has a cellular intelligence rather than being sentient as a driver of reactive behaviorism.. In essence I am saying that the relationship between the observer and the observed in terms of this unknown phenomenon of manifestations located in the atmosphere, is autonomic, not chosen, not designed, not a tact or a strategy..
Shadows As Objects
This neo-platonic perspective is based on a well documented mistrust of appearances and the lowest common denominator that domesticates the complex into easily digestible junk food, which appeals to buffering oneself as a defensive strategy against a presumed appearance of being an ignoramus whereas to acknowledge our ignorance is the first step to unraveling this entangled phenomenon. The grass is not green, it is the reflective absorption of light in a key of the spectrum our senses receive and therefore simulate. How deep do these tunnels go below the surface of this thin crust? Few bother to ask, even fewer question the lexicon of our biology, or the calculus of our language as being nothing more than a means of transmission..we may as well say a cell phone has a mind. Yet, something from afar is where we sit removed from the latitudes of these means as simply simulations in the transference of signal intelligence, being probes that have become stuck, unbalanced, perhaps lunatic.
The Sly Sheep Herder
Perhaps the zoology of a bestiary of chief features that are weaknesses in ourselves as observers are a hydra headed lot, attached to us as close as our jugular veins, The sphinx, in Greek tradition, has the haunches of a lion, the wings of a great eagle, and the face and breast of a woman. She is perhaps the remnant of a long forgotten psychological codex inasmuch as those who cannot answer the riddle of her singularity of forms suffer being eaten by their inability to solve this form of non verbal cryptography. This triangulation of a human utilised as a scrim in the form by the Sphinx representing a legion of false identities is also variegated in certain imagery as in Revelations as well as in other traditions. One could say they in of themselves, the lion, the eagle, the nuturer as guardian are all representations of certain states and stations of this species we were born into, while interrelated, are suggestive of a intentional or inadvertant misrepresentation in order to provoke a subliminal image of not only entanglement but of humankind as possessing certain attributes, that if some visitor unawwares came upon this wax seal ( that could be impermeable in stone) as a signet of it's possessor, humankind, it is an informative warning about this species. Be aware, good visitor and don't turn your back inasmuch they can soar with their intellect, and can nurture as well as murder you all in the same movement, being unable in their instability to overcome this biological weakness. A marker for the ages placed next to a geodestic mathematical model of the northern hemisphere of the planet as an extrapolation of intensive global surveying. Or not. Your choice as always.
What this author represents is a acknowledged state of bewilderment which circumstances have arranged as an opportunity as it has for you. Yet it is easy to see that skepticism as a territorial prerogative is aimed outward rather than inward, a reversal in a complex scrim of cellular programming having a dialog of babble atop a tower without content. My obscured view from having perched myself at it's apex simply thinks that we must make do with a endless list of contingent qualifiers.
If the sly sheep herder wants to elegantly have the sheep corral themselves without the need of fences or constantly roaming to see if any have gone astray, all he needs is to suggest to the sheep that they are not sheep. They think they are eagles, lions, etc..which is the buried dog of a codex. What we imagine ourselves to be and what we are is on a collision course where we either chose to suffer intentionally or suffer the consequences as a overdraft on our debt to nature. No one is home in a house of empty rooms as this phenomenon interpenetrates the nexus of all that we assume. Perhaps this in of itself is a gift we have squandered on trifles.Perhaps this transactional exchange is a form of bartering wherein we have traded an opportunity within our inheritance for a handful of glass beads, what Bateson called the
"a product of the answers that we already have given to the riddle in its various forms." Perhaps our exposure proverbially in a state of psychological nakedness is a message we cannot discern until our inner house of cards falls when what we have made of it collapses from without.
Mirrors do serve a purpose.
