Geometric Allegory

A quantum search is entirely different  In that a list of possible outcomes is generated  Based on what actually exists  and  what doesn't exist;  That is, any outcome is presented as equally possible.  Now enter into this selection of possibilities  Statistics and probability--  "What is the likelihood of the search and all of the quantum possibilities"--  Then answer, "It is most likely correct..."  "Statistically we can figure this out."  And let us not forget the role of chaos!  Amid all of the randomness,  We can actually find two points to establish a pattern.  Perhaps not the right pattern,  But a pattern nonetheless.  To what extent might human beings be  Part of God's search engine?  Perhaps we spend our lives finding answers  To posed questions. We exist at birth and from there  Retain some semblance of consciousness  As we collect memories and experiences in this place. An...

d In Bel oved, the once-enslaved [M(ark) this, Cain] Lived at 124 Bluestone Road Where the fishes once multiplied Along with the loaves. We could have fed 60 million or more With the excess that we had. Those in its presence hummed discontent Is it 1 x 2 = 4 Then 4 x 2 = 8, Or is it 1 x 2 = 4 Then 4 x 4 = 16? In America, 388,000 enslaved people Survived the middle passage Coming to this country. In 1860 The slave population numbered 3,953,760. The first enslaved people Were divided and multiplied Like fishes and loaves To feed the hungry and greedy. Generational Slavery Will become eternal slavery When they have their way. This excess Not divided by Him but by her: 124 1 - 2 - - 4          4 - - - - - - 8                   8--------------16                                         16-...

For humans,  We are born into time,  And our conscious understanding of time  Is arguably what separates us  From other forms of life.  Our memories serve as the frame  That hangs our living moments  Into a great hall of records,  And most of us strive  To achieve this goal. But we humans were not  Formed from time itself,  And any sustained consciousness  Won’t cradle into time’s curved spine,  Just like a ship’s course is  Not determined solely by its anchor;  Rather, it is the sails  That spirit the wind, And it is the wind that propels  The craft beneath the stars.  Time is our course,  But it is also our curse—      the necessary subject      t hat predicates our existence— And for this period,  It serves as a sentence of sorts.  For what it’s worth,  We will always know time      u ntil we don’t.  Until that time,  Tim...

I've invited everyone  Who needs to be here To be Here.   I've invited  you . If you got the invitation, You knew. When  Your thoughts  And memories  Each untangle, Every moment will then contain An unfolding certainty Where Lifetimes  Within lifetimes Play out Like dreams  Within dreams. Your thoughts beget thoughts. You knew this And always did. For a time You exist Lost in that Hall of Mirrors As an echoed Reflection Of the "Finite forever." There, Many are lost On the wheel Stretched out in Moments Of despair. Others find their way. Do not buckle under the weight, brother.  You will wander through passages of the unknown Carrying the code,  And if you make it,  Which you most certainly will,  You will be  Sworn to secrecy. Hush. For now, a riddle: When The encompassed encompasses  And the encoded encodes,  The encoders will be encoded.  The divined will divine divination  As the dividing divid...