The universe is the UFO—
the UnFoiled Oh!
That’s what we know:
the UFO as the universe
is what’s proposed—
an UnFolding O!
(as in, zero).
Seriously—
in all reality,
in all of its entirety—
that’s entirely it:Only undark flying objects—
solely existing, wholly persisting—
unabsently floating ontologically,
without a preexistent defining instant.That’s physics—
and materiality—
being naturalism
in mere physicality.Only do UFOs exist
if utterly undefined—
unidentified aliens,
flying objects that object
to objectivity itself—
but can be seen
not in infinity,
but in infancy.An eye is exposed if open,
but clothed if it’s closed—
always connected
to the gnome up the nose—Gnow to know, we behold,
and holding, we see,
and seeing, we sense,
and sensing, we think,
and thinking, perceive,
and perceiving, believe—Can someone, please,
put clothes on this light
shining up my hose—
my fibre is froze—Only optics knows
what comes to mind—
my opically dark (myopically)
lacks a hind (sight) with a spark—This dark is unclothed
and is never closed—
yet doesn’t look
nakedly and exposed—Through invisible blinds—
though plain to sight—
brains see absently,
sensing not the light—They miss the absence,
harking to the air—
but lightlessness
is not a noun to stare—It is nothing that is found—
an adjective, not objectively—
a description of relativity,
a definition of unreality—There is nothing missing—
nothing itself is missing.But the dark is not a where (aware);
nowhere that it stares—
there is no foundling it finds
flying darkly by—
that it can bottle or bowl,
or poke or pick,
or pinpoint
when peering through a slit—
and say,
“Here it is!” or “There!”
“I have discovered dark—
I have found it black,
appearing back—
I met it in the void,
it is truly abyssmal.
You must come and look,
quickly,
at the picture I took
of nullity—
it was not a mere shadow,
or a darkened, blackened sparrow—
and Nox I have named it
(the Latin for night),
or Aphos maybe
(the Greek for without light):”“I’m horrified to say,
but Nox could not be weighed—
though I expect its mass is nothing.
It could not be measured,
though I expect its speed is naught.
It is not at all a field,
as its effects could not be felt;
and since it doesn’t wave,
its particles appear, unpleasantly, unpresent.”No—nox is unpresence—
the unnamed, unmanned nautilus
(a naughtilus) in an unreal imagining—
called nihilux, if you will:
nihil meaning nothing,
lux being light—
the absolute night of dark,
where nightness be not a noun,
but a departure of the unfound.The antithesis of anti-light,
persistingly nonexisting
in anything actively thinging—
being a negation to avoid,
avoidantly within a void.There are anti-quarks,
like anti-sparks
of mass and charge and charm.
But dark matter
and dark energy—
like dark minds and hearts—
are a relative black
of what we lack:A gap that missingly
slaps down a crack—
clapping such an
echoless whack
that we give it a quack.For we perceive it there—
hiding unseen,
inaccessibly unknown,
unverifiably unidentified.A darkness we feel,
a field, alien and stark—
the point that we are missing,
unaware in our darkness—
we are not seeing.Not in English,
not in thought—
not in our physics—
though in our science,
we have sought.There is no anti-light.
Unlike anti-mights of matter,
there is no anti-photon—
no way to cancel out commotion.
Without charge or mass,
there’s nothing to reverse—
though our potions rehearse.In particle physics,
blackness is prohibition—
nothing emits
anti-white.
Our sight is in abeyance,
only absently—
the void itself is devoid.
Though no nothing
is not avoided—
as if being present,
we are being absent.But dark itself is dark—
unabsurdly unobserved—
unpresently unappearing,
in avoidant unadornment.Everywhere and everything—
the whole of time and space to begin—
is utterly, of course, undark.
It is as stark as is any spark.All of it, in its grandiose,
as well as its sub-subcutaneous,
is undark flying objects—
that’s precisely what physics shows.Light is not just a part—
it sets apart space-time itself.
The fabric of existence
is aglow in its mere persistence.The cosmic background radiation
is only the surface of creation.
Reality is rippling on its very shelf—
a constant flow of fields unknown,
restless in their ebb and glow—But what is this dark energy business
that physicists have a field day on?
UFOs exist as imaginary friends—
like adults tend to pretend.No—we know, without excluse:
reality is not light and dark;
it is light and its missingness—
it is being,
and it is awareness—
it is what is not
that ought to scare us.Light—and only light—is unseen,
but is certainly not necessarily seen.
Light itself can be dark,
if we ourselves lack its spark.The light within is darkness—
if lightness we are missing
in a heart that is blind,
without lightment in the mind.But light is always present—
appearing, even if unpleasant—
and darkness depends on it:
by definition, in its abstinence;
in observing contrasting existences.No—the UFO is not absurd—
the darkness that we see
is the light of which we don’t.
Outside is beyond remote.It is what Christ did not deny
when appearing to decry:“If then the light within you
is darkness,
how great is that darkness.”It is devoidantly dehumanising—
a returning to the primordial soup—
a deforming and de-filling,
a formless and empty be-ending.For in beginning,
Elohim created—
and darkness
he separated—And the universe,
over nothing,
is strictly undefined—Just as one
divided by zero
is unboundedly undermined—
beyond space and time—A something
out of a none—
a no one,
a null denominator—
is illusory in itself.
Or God is—
and there is—
no allusion,
no confusion.But if the light within is absent,
we are voided, undoubtedly—
for being, we cannot be.
But bleeding,
we don’t perceive—
we unseeingly, diminishingly grieve—
heaving what we seek to leave.The universe, as a matter of fact—
if only a fact of matter—
is a universe without a fact,
and a fact without a matter.The universe of matter,
with reference to itself alone,
is nothing more than a UFO—
which is exactly as we know:adivinely,
undivined,
unconsciousable,
unfinding—
observations only.The atheist flies
in visible clothes—
under-posed (undeposed)
found, observing,
under-knows (under the gnose)Subjectively abdicating
the subject; objectifying—
objecting to objectivity,
inevitably denying—
in evitability relying—Undisclosed, fickle UFObjectilists,
unconcealed, fighting UFObjectifists.
