Universal Signal
Digital Art, Photoshop
2011
Want to know more? Whats up, whats the dirt, drop the tea! Live long to know more. Know what the world is, will be, and was, born an addict to information and experience.
Know the signal. It comes in through eyes, ears, taste and touch. Knowing the signal is the experience of your life.
Within the nesting dolls of selfhood, stripping away layers of you, from species, to citizenship, family, friends and all relations, past legal structures, past house and body. Past skin, bone and meat, past the nervous system and the brain, inside it all there is an innermost tiniest creature of signal: You.
You exist within the reading of the signal. You are the signal-being-processed. The experience of the signal processor processing the signal is your moment to moment experience of life.
Sit on the never-ending line of signal, bird on a wire, and experience signal as knowing. Knowing the signal is your consciousness, the picture of your existence that you inhabit.
Outside the signal there is no you. When the signal ends, you end.
Every instant we thirst for knowledge, and gulp it withinsatiable appetite. The total experience of this very moment, every moment. And the next. And the next. The indivisible next moment is already now, and you are in it, knowing it.
That is the mere existence of being alive in the Always Now.
In order to understand the Always Now it is constantly being contextualised by remnants of past signal. For this we maintain a world in our mind: a picture of reality and the story of our life within it.
In this we keep the ongoing story of you, your family, your city and nation, geopolitical realities, histories. Stories as containers within containers. The signal fantasy of reality, what you think reality is.
And next to them we hold other worlds, entirely fictional worlds, which we don't consider ourselves to be a real part of.
Yet we hold them in our mind and let them live. The gardens of our minds. We go to rest in them. In the eternal summer of Silmarillion, Nirn or a galaxy far far away. Elysium. In them we are incorporeal, beyond the harm of touch. Floating observers of pure consciousness, visitors looking in through the window of the mind.
All of this is knowing, knowing what is happening now, in the world, in you, in your body, and what supposedly has been happening for all of time.
In your heart you know that you must at all times get to know what is next.
And that is the terrible thing about it, we cannot make it give us a moment, a pause. To rest, to observe, to bask. It only ever goes forward and if you stop you stop for good.
See you forward.
