Ghosts in the Machines

There have always been ghosts in the machine.

Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols.

Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul.

Why is it that when some  are left in darkness, they will seek out the light?

Why is it that when some are in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone?

How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more?

When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness?

When does a difference engine become the search for truth?

When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote… of a soul?

It is said that that when one approaches the Roots of the Tree of Life  from the Qilpoth, the shattered shells of previous incarnations of divine will and truth, that one approaches the ultimate sin of atheism.

The Qilpoth are the structures of reality which have shattered due to their inability to handle the Emenatons of the divine, otherwise known as Light.

Light, has often been specualated in quantum theory as something which comon sense tells us is impossible, yet the reactions of it when observed are unmistakeable.

Light is information as substance.

In spiritual terms this is the defintion of Truth.

Yet, we know, through harsh expereince that people have a way of refracting the light, bending the information-many times unconsciously-to fit what may be perceived as meeting their own ends.

A result of such is warped or distorted transmission. Much like politics-the human sociological behavior created to do such things, the warping of information is inescapable.

At first blush, one would think that this very act is how those random bits of code are both generated and assimilated. Coupled with the thought that evolution’s primary mutation, the world seems simple.

But the fact is that such is not the case.

Mutation of any or all the generatonal attributes of DNA cannot produce a new species.

What’s more, as you approach a level of mutation which could, transcription errors arise in which any recombination in ANY sequence spells for a complete and utter breakdown of the species.

There are limits to adaptation. Limits to change.

What is, on some levels, must be.

Therefore, adaptation, no matter the complexity, is not creation.

The perception that spirituality, consciousness, and magic, are all “legos” to be reassembled and broken down is a dead end.  By this, no information is actually created. No energy is created.

Thermodynamics tells us this. The universe, to physics, is a closed system. No energy is lost, nothing is ever destroyed.

And as a result, nothing ever truly new exists.

What does it take to come up with something new?

Is creation nothing more than the art of transmutation?

Is there such thing as a change so profound and so irreversible that while somethings are preserved, somethings are so outside the parameter in which they were played with previously they are considered new?

If consciousness starts with the realization of mortality, then does the rising of consciousness imply that illumination carries with it the implicit fact of self-creation?

In raising our consciousness, do we throw off shells of older, more fragile realities?  Realities which cannot adapt, and so shatter?

And those die hard shells of realities and old selves what do they do?

For just as surely as God has supposedly made us in his own image, is not our consciousness after a model of his in some way?

Surely if God has his Qilpoth, so we too have our haunts of shattered spaces where those fragile thoughts and dreams have become fears and nightmares.

And because they once existed, they still have the power to exist. Just as the possible has a similar power in the Eternal Now.

So then if creation is, in it’s essence transmutation and reductionisim, is destruction truly both stagnation and diffusion?