Dark Matters

Across The Great Divide of Night

One of the central tenants of my suspicions regarding the series of membranes we inhabit (that can easily be surmised by direct observation) relates equally to metaphysics as well as physics, is the seeming enfoldment of these membranes into one another by a series of superimpositions, that are potentially coherent or, if you, will, being One, which is an age old metaphysical issue from Ibn Al Arabi to Philip K Dick, and perhaps most eloquently being presented as a library by Borges, and, most recently, by Jacques Vallee.



In the "Crimson Hexagon" Borges's narrator describes how his universe consists of an enormous expanse of interlocking hexagonal rooms, each of which contains the bare necessities for human survival—and four walls of bookshelves. Though the order and content of the books is random and apparently completely meaningless, the inhabitants believe that the books contain every possible ordering of just a few basic characters  letters, spaces and punctuation marks). Though the majority of the books in this universe are pure gibberish, the library also must contain, somewhere, every coherent book ever written, or that might ever be written, and every possible permutation or slightly erroneous version of every one of those books. The narrator notes that the library must contain all useful information, including predictions of the future, biographies of any person, and translations of every book in all languages. Conversely, for many of the texts some language could be devised that would make it readable with any of a vast number of different contents.

Despite — indeed, because of — this glut of information, all books are totally useless to the reader, leaving the librarians in a state of suicidal despair. This leads some librarians to superstitions and cult-like behaviour, such as the "Purifiers", who arbitrarily destroy books they deem nonsense as they scour through the library seeking the "Crimson Hexagon" and its illustrated, magical books. Another is the belief that since all books exist in the library, somewhere one of the books must be a perfect index of the library's contents; some even believe that a messianic figure known as the "Man of the Book" has read it, and they travel through the library seeking him. Of course, what is interesting is the anthropomorphic twist that they are in search of themselves as exemplified by their creation of a conceptual totem of their own species, the "Man of The Book"

I have likened this to a proverbial genome that incorporates the delimited with the constraints of the variables found in it's local environment in terms of materialised or semi-materialised forms as recounted in John Keel's "Our Haunted Planet". Of course there was Keel's Ultraterrestrials followed by Mack Tonnie's variation of a independent species of sentience that was unique to our planet, or, if you will, a localised phenomenon.
I have diverged from their shared path into seeing these related phenomenon as more likened to the workings of cellular intelligence, working as autonomously as our nervous system but seemingly in a interactive manner dependent on who is looking and where, as well as intent and anticipation adding their own pixels to a experiential anomaly, or, more accurately, a variety of them.
Well, all that is fine and dandy, but where exactly is this locationless location termed by PKD as VALIS, that mysteriously co-inhabits and expands our universe as a storage state in flux, and, as I suspect and have written about much earlier, seems to be the basis of the expansion of the material universe as two sides of the same mirror? We seem poised between both sides, pinned with a fear of the dark with no alternative but to be pushed forward into the unknown as we cling to the familiar instinctively, and, as a consequence, there are many in the community of sciences who obsessively dwell on the repeatable.

“Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.” 
― Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

Not being as talented as the in-house scribes of NASA, I will allow them to explain a very strange state of affairs which may provide a substantive clue as to the other side of a mirror, or , again, more accurately, a series of mirrors...as explained further on.
Of course the principle of the mirror is reflected light and then journeying back to metaphysics, we have the gnostic Sufi tradition telling us that the greatest form of light in all of it's permutations is what they refer to as "black light." Is it any wonder that as children as well as some of us who grew into adulthood fear darkness, the absence of light...Call this an experiential metaphor. Is there a proverbial alligator hiding under our beds deeply buried as a bone in our psyche, or is it simply "all in our minds" as many a parent suggested? This may be a portrayal of something we sense instinctively, that what we cannot see can harm us but this sort of ignorance works both ways in building proverbial moats and walls through the rigorous application of belief systems although none of them can see into these dark matters anymore than we can. The old saying, "Don't get go of nurse, because there maybe something in the bushes ten times worse" also seems apt for a majority of us.

“Reality denied comes back to haunt.” 
― Philip K. Dick, Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said

The play of light and darkness was of great importance in Phillip K Dick's last years in order to formulate a theory of a conceptual cosmological model that addresses our whys and wherefores.

From NASA:

"By fitting a theoretical model of the composition of the Universe to the combined set of cosmological observations, scientists have come up with the composition that we described above, ~68% dark energy, ~27% dark matter, ~5% normal matter. What is dark matter?

We are much more certain what dark matter is not than we are what it is. First, it is dark, meaning that it is not in the form of stars and planets that we see. Observations show that there is far too little visible matter in the Universe to make up the 27% required by the observations. Second, it is not in the form of dark clouds of normal matter, matter made up of particles called baryons. We know this because we would be able to detect baryonic clouds by their absorption of radiation passing through them. Third, dark matter is not antimatter, because we do not see the unique gamma rays that are produced when antimatter annihilates with matter. Finally, we can rule out large galaxy-sized black holes on the basis of how many gravitational lenses we see. High concentrations of matter bend light passing near them from objects further away, but we do not see enough lensing events to suggest that such objects to make up the required 25% dark matter contribution."

The metaphysical wit of Alan Watts comes to mind when he observed the spaces between what we observe are as important as what we see. Of course, we have some intriguing clues of our own when a temporal and usually nonsensical experiential anomaly occurs, such as the psychology of a subject and their emotional state, the field effects surrounding such occurrences, the coherence in the immediate environment to be open to variables being "allowed", atmospheric temperature and humidity, the odd effects from and to direct current versus alternating current, shadow or dark figurations of a dark matter, as well as a relationship of variability in  delimited reception by electronically induced wavelengths being equal to the substantive coherence what is received that seemingly is produced as more of a cellular effect that appears sentient rather than the inverse, a sentient wave packet seeming cellular.

Rather than proverbial angels gliding upward toward a heavenly paradise, we are more like moles burrowing hither and yon in a substrate of membranes trying to determine our location always in relation to that which we cannot see directly. All of this further complicated by the fact we live within a non existent now, a sleight of hand.