Giant inflated funnels, functioning as combination microphone-speakers, would be suspended along Hollywood Blvd. transforming the area into one super large feedback loop machine. Keep in mind that there are two different kinds of noise: the kind of interference that adds to the signal, and the kind that takes away from the signal. The polywave is the simultaneous movement in all directions. The fact is that everything, except for the state of nothingness, moves as a polywave. There's always irregular fluctuations accompanying any transmitted signal. Just as there are more than two sides to any wheel, so in the context of a relationship to itself, when a wheel turns, it does so in more than two simultaneous directions. If the side of a wheel that you are looking at is in a clockwise rotation, you will always know that the opposite side is in a counterclockwise rotation.
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Take any route, with someone at either extremity, and a wheel moving from one end to the other. One of those persons will see the wheel as moving away; while the other person, at the other end, will see the same wheel as coming towards. Neither of these two perceptions will be accurate unless both assimilates the other. You may not be travelling, but you're always moving. You pick a nice spot to sit down; and do so. One second later, you stand up again. At the very point you stood up, you were kilometres away from the location in space in which you sat. Not only are you kilometres away from that said point in space, but also the spot you were sitting on is now just as far away from where it was a second ago as you are. One could cross the street so as to not get to the other side.
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In the context of a relationship to all probabilities, as far away as you and the ground may be from that point in space, the actual location has, in fact, remain the same; nowhere in particular. In the context of a relationship to yourself, you and the ground you were sitting on were both moving along an epicycloid. In the context of a relationship to all probabilities, you, the ground, and the whole planet, as well as everything else are all moving every which way that a something can move. This is the polywave. To locate a particle exactly, an observer could bounce a photon of radiation off it. Some may say that this very act of location alters the position of the particle. However, only the perceived location would be modified by this act. Because everything, with the exception of the state of nothingness, is always moving as a polywave, the actual location of everything always remains the same; nowhere in particular. Even if one did modify a perceived location of a particle, the act itself hasn't really changed anything; because in the context of a relationship to all probabilities, the actual location of the particle still remains nowhere in particular.
The Totimorphous is urban sensitivity. Technology is man's natural habitat. The Totimorphous is a house built out of logic. To know what kind of logic to use in building a house of this type, one first has to know the structure and site. Site added with structure gives one the logic-formula needed for such a construction. The knowledge of site is important, as the site acts as a reference mark for counter-designations of mental activity. Structure acts as the designations themselves. A conclusion is never really the termination of any decision. There may, in some arrangements, be many conclusions reached. A conclusion is characterized by an indication of a pause in any mental process. This pause corresponds to a point reached, with an intellectual event, in which a meaning has been calculated for whatever separately considered item was in question. Numerous such pauses may occur during any single debate.
This house, The Totimorphous, is not empty itself. It is sizeless; and one must have size for shape to enjoy emptiness. This house acts as a kind of marker of the emptiness from a pause created by any conclusion made in debate. The Totimorphous is an address of discarded thoughts. All shiny and new. The desert is wide and clear! One always know when one has arrived at this house. Not by the pollution of space by the presence of furniture, but by arriving at a conclusion. Nothing is ever really connected. No matter how far you've gone, you're only ever half way there. This is the xylowave. Every mind is stuck counting the involuntary movements of its accompanying body. These measurements are calculated so quickly that the mind often fools itself into thinking that it is the one directing the action. What's really happening everytime a person blunders, slips up or otherwise makes some kind of a mistake? The body is simply doing something other than what the mind predicted. This relationship, or non-relationship is called a xylowave.
The xylowave is a kind of void. It is not nothing, but less than nothing. It is the distance that still remains even after the final step has been taken. A xylowave is what's north of the north pole, and south of the south pole. A xylowave occurs everytime an effect has no cause, or a cause has no effect. The polywave and the xylowave together set the perimeters of chaos-dynamics. I am lucky if my hands write the words I am thinking. Sparks across a small gap in the receiving circuit indicate reception of the waves radiated by a transmitter. Anti-time is the wreckage of matter, because matter is in motion. Turning over dirt is referred to as digging.
One builds a door in order to walk through it. Any civilization that builds arches as monuments does so in order to march through them. With both of these examples, some kind of transformation is desired either during or after the passage. I am no different. All my life I've built empty holes in order to penetrate the void. Free will is the predictability of personality. The only option is to surf on entropy, and make the most of whatever predicament one plunges into. Life and death are no time to be practical. Every flower is descended from a weed, and all flames are hollow. I look around and see no phenomenon that would suggest that the brain and the mind are in any way connected. No matter how short the distance, you can always divide it further in half. Even when you're way past the microscopic level. And that's the irony of travel. No matter how far you've gone, you're only ever half way there. Call it the success of failure if you like; because sometimes close can be more than enough.