Silly Sod said to Blinky Bill,
"Let’s exclude exclusion."
Blinky Bill said to Silly Sod,
"First include illusion."
Said Silly Sod to Blinky Bill,
"That would be allusion."
Said Blinky Bill to Silly Sod,
"Exclude then my intrusion."
Silly replied to Blinky,
"Everyone excuses a Koala, Billy,
if they blink and nod!"Reality is exclusive;
at every point of its inclusion—
place is no illusion,
but exclusion in itself—every time it is inclusive,
space itself is illusive;
though the story itself
is no illusory bookshelf—Existence is limitation;
a limiting determination—
the limits in beginning
set constraints for continuing—only one point exists
at any point that persists,
and it itself is quantized;
every bit of it is finite—ask Wolfgang Pauli
if fermions in a system
simultaneously occupy
the same state and position—ask Max Planck
if mechanics breaks down
to a bottomless hole
or stops short at a brink—a minimum sink,
with a plug in the hole,
that exists at the bottom
of physicality’s soul—There is no smooth line;
no sublime surface to spacetime—
but minimum lengths that limit;
it is bits without an infinite—units stopping and starting,
and anything in between
cannot begin or even occur;
it is separation at the core—spacetime has a floor,
without a door further down—
and what’s more,
the floor is Planck’s—constant chunks,
with missing gaps,
that we can't explore,
like gaping cracks—a horizontal ladder
of space in steps;
spacetime leaps in hops,
with no in-between spots—No continuous forward;
no continuing floor—
no continuum at all;
no projecting next—physicists have not solved
whether reality unfolds,
whether it flows by waves
or remains a discrete maze—yet there is no next;
it does not yet exist—
if it does occur,
it is new and persists—reality does not continue
except by real-time placement—
whether wave-like or discrete,
the basement is not complete—it jumps and stops;
in packets, it pops—
in wave-like duality,
it starts and hops—And sits at an end;
on a terminated bend—
without causality
to create futurality—there is no next;
it does not exist—
now always ends;
it does not pretend—but if it extends,
it expands; inflates—
by birth, it is new;
in beginning, again—both ex deo,
and ex nihilo,
and ex materia
are true—A new instance;
at each point in spacetime—
a new origin,
without a source—bursting forth
at each point—
from singularity,
in each moment—another big bang,
extending reality—
at every place,
in materiality—its only way forward—
if it extends again—
is strictly selective,
excluding all-inclusive—at every point occupied
in spacetime without a line—
at every discrete movement
in every quantized moment—And only one!
No more can exist—
at any point,
at any time—this is physics,
and mathematics—
it is philosophy,
and theology—it is history,
and geography—
it is nonfiction,
and story—There is no infinite depth to space;
no unendingly continuing down,
descending for all infinity,
every point a fall without a floor—no!—
it stops.
it is finite;
finding light,
but no infinite—and everything in between
does not exist and is not a thing;
nothing is between
the separation of extremes—so it is not a step of time;
it is not actually a leap in a rhyme—
a new time appears within no time;
another dot on what is not a line—and nothing passes between
from when it was before—
and nothing is kept either
from where it hasn't leapt—And at this level,
where all things stop,
it isn't zero,
but a level spot—a zero-point,
of non-zero kind—
a constant value,
a positive find—an intrinsic quanta
of the point itself—
a kind of pressure
that is the shelf—at every point—
a non-vacuum found—
a ground state energy,
without a sound!—Emitting not light,
and being no mass,
without an ether,
it is spacetime’s base—a universal unit,
a cosmological constant—
a common commonality,
a One—the one One—
everywhere;
at any zero-point—
it is One whenever,
there is any point—And no two states
can exist in place,
at the same time in space,
unless they embrace—fermions don't—
they are not inclusive;
matter particles
are strictly illusive—bosons do—
they condensate;
but only because
they concentrate—as force carriers should—
gluons and photons,
as Bose-Einstein showed—
don't oppose; they propose—they marry and become
one flesh within
one entangled state,
coexisting by fate—a condensate,
at the same point in place,
at the same spacetime;
it is One on the dime—But no two states
of matter enclosed
can exist at once—
except when opposed—two fermions don’t coexist,
not even momentarily—
not at the same place—
but in bipolarity—if diametrically opposed—
at polarized points,
of instantaneously simultaneously
opposing sides—Pauli was right—
and was he wrong;
concurrently at this point—
on quantum theory,
and reality and mystery—ask an electron—
if the principle
of exclusive exclusion
is exceptional—Inclusion is exclusion—
lest there be no in to begin—
acceptance is rejection;
and entry equals the exile’s exit—the meter is not the metric;
nor is Planck the limiter—
no measure is the means;
no cause within is perceived—if reality indeed exists,
it is included in whatever does;
excluding whatever doesn't,
if existence is so defined—reality is inside;
limits residing within—
separation in its foundation;
existence outside creation—inside exists because
outside causes within;
if reality itself is real,
it exists beyond what it can feel—As is known of old—
the poets are manifold;
a limit points to a limiter—
the delimiter to the unlimited—"…and God causes a separation;"
(Vayavdel Elohim)
between the beings of presence
and the presence of beings—
and between the non-beings of absence
and the absence of non-beings—Light and lightlessness,
truth and truthlessness,
love and lovelessness,
God and godlessness—One God who by Exception
is the Inclusion and is Inclusive;
the One who by Implication
is Exclusion and is Exclusive.Hey hey!
Blinky brightened up his eyes.
"Hello?" he said,
to Sod, who had started nodding—but Silly fellow let out a yawn,
and before it soon became a snore,
Billy excused himself through an open door—Everybody loves a Koala—
except,
"Goodbye, Blinky Bill!"
There’s no one quite like him;
he’s never standing still—
and if you see him, you’ll agree:
there’s no one else like Blinky B!
