About God. Sometimes I feel that we are instruments of language (including mathematical language), that thought and word are codes that have their own being and we are only appendages of that thing that feels an extraordinary fascination for feeling, observing, expressing itself, listening to itself and learning (receiving information).
Imagine an octopus with billions and billions of suckers. You have to imagine it. An octopus that has an immense brain or three. Infinity of types of suckers with mini brains at the tip connected to his. Or simply information algorithms to continue creating more complex suckers that end up developing those brains or alternative communication systems.
An octopus that lives in one dimension but makes those suckers penetrate into others (imagine the head in the water and the suckers outside), different "spatial" dimensions. Some totally alien to others. Very fine tubular suckers that are intertwined with each other to create others more powerful and inclusive in the new environment, while giving more capabilities to their brains and becoming aware of particularity. So that, for them, they will already be individual suckers similar to the others, but separated.
Because the end of each sucker, its base, its origin, what unites it to the octopus is lost when entering the dimension that separates it from the body (head) of the octopus. Suppose it is absolutely impossible for him to cross that dimension. Let's say he can only be aware of what he is from the surface to his tip: a sucker. An octopus that in this way explores and creates in another dimension, that receives particular information from each sucker and that sends global information to all. From the finest and most elementary to the most complex and intertwined.
In some cases, it even sends that information in a particular way. Thus, one explains a little how great suckers that make intellectual, scientific, artistic or evolutionary leaps over all the others almost suddenly. To others, small, elementary, it makes imperceptible turns to change the base of their information. And give way to totally new future combinations.
Everything that happens in the world with all its variables can be explained with this story; you would only have to change suckers for DNA tapes in the style of roots or fractals and not get caught up in the physical discontinuity of that strip between, for example, a mother and a daughter. Because it's there.
That would be a way to imagine what we call GOD. An octopus snooping between universes of different dimensions. If that were the case, how great everything would be and how small and flat what we see (the universe)! Because all that could be in a "puddle" of a world here attached to ours. How many octopuses, puddles and worlds would be left? Perhaps a fractal in expansion of absurd dimensions, for a fucking sucker. That has the function of seeing a little the sucker to the matter.
And now what? Is another sucker going to come and invalidate what this one can feel or perceive? Because, if he knows me he will leave me alone, and if he doesn't know me he is a stupid sucker. We will have to avoid it. And you ask me, what would that octopus feed on? Well, on information, huge amounts of information. Maybe that's how one can understand his fucking curiosity, one's own. So if you were an octopus, what would you ask the sucker? To sting or to give pleasure, to be drunk or to inform you, to be insensitive or to be sentient?
Perhaps black holes are octopus caves. Of gods. And who created all the matter and energies where that life occurs, those octopuses, universes and dimensions? That is what God asks himself.
And now imagine that you can travel through all those "tubes" because you are an indissoluble part of them and reach indescribable places and sensations, until, at one moment, you reach one and instinctively exclaim God! And you don't ask anything because you are in the very nothingness. And you don't want to know anything else because you are in the very center of the hurricane of information where not even 1 exists.
I think it's what they call glory. Although it is likely to be a system failure. But, what a failure, God! And let's continue celebrating the centenary.
