The last student enters the room. He is pleased to see the professor has not arrived. Yet. He takes the last seat & he unloads some papers from the bookbag he brought. From the front pocket he retrieves a handful of pens. In that handful there was a marker. He puts the marker back into the bookbag. He pulls it out again, “to doodle,” he thinks. Three seats across a beautiful girl in her early twenties, thick dark glasses, long thick curly hair, brushes back her threads to expose full eyesight. She has already begun taking notes. The hallway is quiet. The classroom has whispers and chair readjustements. A spider hides in the corner. The professor walks in, papers are flying. A briefcase not quite closed. A trail of papers. If one were to look down the hallway from where he came one would see a trail of papers stretching back to the room in which he came out from. The Last of The Readjustments. “Good morning class. How are you, how are you feeling? Good. Excellent? Good. Today we will think about this, tangibly somehow with concrete expression: what if we were to be told that opposite states are simultaenous, as in to have one is to have both. For example, if we were to be told, in a sense, there is no such thing as happiness. Neither that nor is there sadness. As in, there is, so to speak, no spectrum of degree between opposites, that if one understands or feels in a state of happiness one also knows, simulatenous, the equal state of opposite in sadness. To be told, in a way, we are better off believing in wholeness at all times. That our “states” will always be 50% of the truth. To say, and this will help, that if one is happy sadness can be had at the ready–it’s not even around the corner, it’s closer than the corner, it’s literally right there–and if one is sad happiness is right there too, And further, we are told, if we were told, thinking of it as a choice is altogether too difficult. That we do not have enough control over the variables to depend on choices. Instead we are asked to think about wholeness. And to be extreme in our happiness , and in our sadness , simultaneous , and be whole , be all things at once…” “Universi,” the pretty girl says slowly while looking up slower still in the opposite direction of her wettening hole down below.
….on & on & on, and off,” Franklin had concluded his morning’s thesis, the one in which he woke up to, in the middle of, to the acceleration for becoming something more. That, or by waking up he became less. Either way, Franklin reached a conclusion: “There is a separate self inside that only exists when I sleep and for exactly 7 minutes immediately after I wake. That separate self, which by now is foreign having been awake for nearly 2 hours 16 minutes and 37 seconds–41– lingers to complete a transition or ‘passing of the torch’ to the self responsible for…living in the world & doing the things to survive. Two selves. There is no ego. Both are capable of past, present, & future visualization & contemplation. And of imagination, pain & pleasure. To which serves the other’s purpose? We find it is a mutual relationship. The thing sleeps to regenerate. The regenerated thing actively survives to sleep. It’s just that simple. To extend, while there is still time, both are able to connect divinely, also which is more widely known as creating Universi. Together, these two selves, if looked at as a collection or pair coexisting, create Universii. Now, in these two worlds, there are distractions pointing toward the much lesser ‘Shared Reality’. This is the world of psychiatric medicine, media outlet fear blasting, consumer-driven fat shaming, religious overbearing correctioning, & the list goes on but I am running out of time. We are able to be steadfast & undistracted. Did you see the transition there? Between ‘time. We’? Just like that the choice for us is there, to in a sense abandon direction & fall into the 44th dimension–” & just like that Franklin merged into the active self, the one known as Franklin, a sound & face & role. He needed to shower. He needed to go to work. He needed to eat. His body needed him. The unamed sleeper needed him, at this time & on this day, to go ahead with it and complete half the share. And Franklin will. He will. “And though I will, it’s altogether important for you to know…I….I….first need to play a video game. I hope you will understand. I need to drink an excess of coffee too. And shortly thereafter I need to stare off, & feel disconnected,” Frankling concluded. And he did. He did all these things. & more
We created space. To how much each requires space, is it dependent or universal, this is the question not to be answered at this time, on this day of days…on The Status of Things. Larry packs his socks. He folds them first in halves & presses them with an aged right hand. The deep blue worms just beneath his thinning skin move to the adjustments of pressure along the ends & folds of his socks. As he quietly packs them. And pauses, to stare off. He reengages the socks. He pauses to stare off. And just like this Larry spent his morning, all two hours before, “I must leave soon. I am leaving…I must go soon, I must go to work.” His teeth, now unbrushed, to be brushed soon. Cleaned for future stains. Breath cleared. Disheveled describes his hair. Lost is his demeanor. We find him at the intersection of intense presence & abstract absence. He comes forth & leaves just the same. He is here but then he is not. This is The Status of Things for Larry. Weeks ago he left the hair of his head behind, to be flushed–& it was–and it will clog a future resident’s drain. He is the ascending part of a rollercoaster; he is the descending part of a rollercoaster.
And to the scratching of surfaces, & to the prolifary of surface deep knowledge & entertainment & time on the surface. And how far removed people become from consciousness when they hold their devices, how they remove everything of themselves entirely & completely from Presence. To the attached smart phone human, at the time of holding & intimately interacting with Things Not Here, your depth of self disappears into void unconsciousness. Eyes glaze & wits disintegrate. Real life scratches goodbye. And to what attracts their unconscious interest, to the unconscious entertainment, & the blind falsified interactions with other distant moments depicted as present but are the furthest from it, a vast pool of surface depth, the users, the attached, the unconscious swimming ankle deep in their own urine & filth, using their finger tips to swim in the Land That Does Not Exist, & as the people who are present feel their absence, & as the users intermittently come back to depth and demand the kind of attention seen & held at the surface, they are lost & angry & confused & disappointed with The Way Things Are and with The Way Things Feel, & within moments again, it being easy, the smartphone being an easy coping method, a drug to induce unconsciousness, to connect with Everything Not Here, the phone is held & the tips of a finger or two swell to the absorption of an ankle deep pool run yellow & brown. And to the designers & the profiteers & the artists who create for the unconscious, how they design their devices to be held more frequently, to pay with, to find one’s way with, to make friends with, to discover the weather with, to talk with, to interact with, to share with, & how they design this information & how they understand The Way Things Are Attached to Device, and how the tips of fingers scratch. And how little time things have for absorption, & how an unconscious world is being actively created to suit & fit unconscious living under intense pressures of limited time & attention, & the creations are in the billions counting & all these little unconscious things add up together to create a life’s worth of ankle depth to the living. The Movement is to inspire consciousness. It’s not a counter-movement to inspire consciousness. The counter-movement is the vast capitalization of unconsciousness. To know great happiness you must know great sadness. Smartphones & their consequences have defined the great sadness of the internet. But the time for great happiness is here! To the hero & heroes of its true design, create depth & release it as if it were shallow.