Of Darwin And God And Daisies

 
 
                THE TWO PRINCIPLES OF THE IRREDUCIBLE COMPLEXITY


                 First Statement of the Principle of Irreducible Complexity
                        
                                  A.  the power of light and imagination
 
          To understand Darwin’s research and theory, you must understand God, and to do that, first you must understand light.  You cannot learn this, for how is it possible to learn what the first thought of a baby born is (?), for this is the primal thought of God, if there is one, and perhaps only babies truly know.  But it is worth a try:  it is possible to understand god at a primal level, that place in our bodies we moan from or burst with joy into.  So let us proceed.
          First you must be able to visualize or conceive of how long it takes light to pass over the surface of an electron.  If you do not understand what an electron is, then continue reading, if you think you do understand what an electron is then you may find out that you are wrong, if you continue reading, so perhaps you shouldn't if that will collapse your world, but then again, perhaps you should, that being the case.
          The time it takes light to pass over an electron is called a Planck Epoch.
          There are two Planck Epochs, not one, as our scientists who have given us a world of death and war would have us believe.  What exactly is a Planck Epoch?  Do we have within us the power of creating an authentic big bang?
        Let's find out. 
         The first Planck Epoch, sometimes referred to as The Big Bang, a human theory of creation which gives the human mind comfort by interceding against the chaos of existing matter at war with existing dark matter which scientists who study these things say must not come into contact with each other or the universe would cease to exist.  These are the same people who tell us that our knowledge of spirituality and belief that the human body requires decent food without chemical hybrids is bizarre!  These towering monuments to wisdom believe that the human mind is an object like a mouse or a rabbit or a child's dirty sock, and that it has limitations, that poetry and art are simply like a squirrel chattering at snowflakes, that emotions and love are merely brain particles lining up this way and that and so they tell us to go to a brain particle mechanic, a therapist or a doctor, to put ourselves back together again when we fall apart, because dark matter and light must never come into contact with each other, and all this so that our mind can function within the bounds of its own limitations.          
          The Second Planck Epoch is the smallest possible segment of time, for the first Planck Epoch only existed simultaneously with the first, serving as a womb. This understanding is insufficient, but serves an elementary purpose of making it possible to visualize in a very crude way what the heck happened so that we could happen.

                                    B. Logic Is An Intuitive Assumption

          In order to continue, you must understand that logic is an intuitive assumption, which simply means that light has no bounds, and that the human mind is, in fact, infinite and mysterious beyond any possible understanding, powerful beyond measure and that God has made us divine, in a way, and able to recreate ourselves at will, unlike angels.  Once you know that, you are free to become yourself.  But, of course, that is up to you.  As you get old, you will come to understand that physicality is not an attribute, but merely a symptom of being further away from physical death which is the great fear.  The problem with that fear is that death does not exist, only mourning for the dead exists.  So if you live in fear of death, you are playing a life long joke upon yourself, but that joke does not have a punch line.  It only destroys the beauty of each second of your short life.  
          The first Planck Epoch is that instant during which Creation, as human beings understand it, existed. That epoch has not existed since, nor did it exist before, nor is there anything before it of any interest to human beings, for it was at that moment that God became adventurous and created light. In other words, Creation was God's first thought.  In order for us to exist, God had to become immeasurably stupid by the measure of angels, for just one planck epoch. Those terms, most humans shall be able to comprehend.  In order to create something, it is necessary to be able to relate to it at its own level.  That is why scientists are better able to relate to viruses and math than to flowers and poetry.  That is why the tamer of lions will have well disciplined children, but will not want them to take care of him or her during the helplessness of old age.    
         This Second Planck Epoch, unlike the first which was divine (of unascertainable origin)  and not measurable, has a duration of the first instant of time, or 10 to the negative power of 47 of one second, hundreds of thousands of times less than an instant (the blink of an eye--an eternity compared to this) which even an illuminated nanosecond does not register across, was the smallest segment of time that has ever existed, the time it takes for light to pass over the surface of an electron.
        Now you know the amount of time it takes light to pass over the surface of an electron, that amount of time being that which it takes to formulate a thought of happiness or one of sadness. 

        What that means is that the formation of an idea is a reminiscence of creation in its basic fundamental, and this is a moment not of time as we know it, for as we shall see, time measurement beyond the second Planck Epoch deals with larger units which we call continuum or simply put, the tick of a clock, and the vastness that lies within and behind it where we cannot see nor hear, and its conceivable smallest pieces. Do they jiggle or do they dance?  Are they fat, lazy cows that stare up at us with supid and beautiful eye?   Let us see what that means.  So what is the moment of the formation of an idea?  Let's find out.
        Forever after that Second Planck Epoch, time would consist of segments immensely larger than that, or 10 to the negative power of 37, or only a few hundred millionths of one second, or, as it is sometimes called, quarks, the building blocks of light--there, six building blocks of which light is made.
         The most important quark, is called a charmed quark.  This is the fundamental DNA of creation.   Without the charmed quark, there is no existence, no light that functions, so it is not possible that a charmed quark never existed. This means that the building block of light and color, the charmed quark is the sperm of God.  This is the quark which electricity, a chain of electrons, in the brain, bonds with at the beginning of human life. It is the same as what is sometimes referred to as God, but that is a limited human view of God, and also, profoundly incomplete, as you may already have gathered.  But you and I are not angelic, we are only partially divine, and so this concept will have to do and functions very well for non angelic beings.  This is not to say that angels sit around in classrooms moaning over books, the way we do,  with an old guy with a beard and great whacking cane with a gemstone on the tip, lecturing them on the mechanics of the old guy's genitalia.  Quite the opposite.  Angels are self knowledgeable. They are gifted with perfect self knowledge and that is why they do not have the capacity of free will.  You have heard they are jealous of us and waged a war in heaven over that and that a being called Satan, the leader of the jealous ones, was cast to Earth because of it.  That is why the angels are jealous.  We are more interesting than they are, because what you do not learn, you cannot be given credit for, and though a one called Jesus is said to have made it possible to have salvation, it is only given when earned by simple love of Jesus.  But, this is Christian theory and I only insert it to show how well this view of light translates into things of human concern and destiny. 
        You may not desire to receive a lecture on quantum mechanics, but it is good for you, so pay attention.
         It is the place from which witches fly on their broomsticks, the place where a child's smile originates. Scientist do not believe in such things, but they want to.  They spend their whole lives in adventures in order to find what they have forgotten, and also for the rest us, they think, so that they can come around full circle to the point of their birth.  That is why many who seek without looking mumble about being reborn, as though they needed to reassure themselves that they had a mother.  The one who is reborn does not return to thinking about what it was like before they were 'reborn' .  It is simply of no interest to them, for the wonders of life find no wonderment in the contemplation of unwonderful things.
         What are wonderful things (?) :  things full of wonderment.
         Due to the nature of light, its speed which cannot be exceeded, for matter traveling at the speed of light becomes so heavy that it begins to flatten out, to swallow light, and ceases to exist as an object consisting of light, and so is obliterated by becoming longer and longer, endless, as threads billions of light years long, an object unable to keep up with itself. This is what happens when a black hole swallows something, for a black hole began as a chain of light which lost its charmed quark, for whatever reason and could, in many ways, be considered a brain fart of God.  It is one of God's remarkable jokes.
        A black hole at its first moment begins to create a force of magnetic pull because light without a charmed quark is not light but is, instead, magnetism, but a magnetism without order.  This first pull of this light without a charmed quark is merely seeking a charmed quark replacement, the way a virus is merely pieces of DNA seeking a ladder to bond its pieces.  And so it begins to suck all objects near it into it.  It grows bigger, the way a cancer grows, crudely put.  The moment of the pull of an object is called the Event Horizon of that object. As the black hole grows bigger, it becomes more powerful in its magnetic pull and things near its begin to move faster and faster towards it, and eventually are forced to reach one billionth of a mile per hour short of the speed of light which is the speed at which quarks are shorn away from light and then the object, now obliterated enters the black hole and are shred of their remaining light, yet the object maintains a certain shape because its interior has not been shorn and the black hole seeks this interior and the object flattens and grows long and thin  and so moves on as long strands of space plasma (debris).  A worm hole is similar but has a different origin, which is perhaps part of God, no one knows, but a worm hole is simply a short cut through space, the way a long pillowcase when folded in half makes it possible to touch with a short finger both ends of the pillow case. 
         Prior to the first Planck Epoch, light had no charmed quark, no God's sperm, no essence, because time was made of segments too small for it to broach.
          But then She was born.   The magic quark.    You could say, God just got bored and decided to have some fun so God woke up.  If you think on this, and how the loon dances like a drunken donkey in the moonlight, it will begin to occur to you that when creation was born, it gave out imagination, not just light.  It danced joyfully. 
         They are in fact, the same thing.
          Now you know enough to go forward into the topic of evolution, without the burden of someone's god telling you this or something else's god telling you that or somebody with a hang over telling you they know some god told them something about it ... now you can figure it out for yourself.  Lots of folks don't want you to do that.   They have a job to keep.
         Let us look at Evolution, the theory, not a Law, but accepted as Law by some and as abomination by others, but it is, in fact, by its own admission, only a theory, and has, by that light, never been proven nor disproven ... until now.
  
                                       The Theory Of Evolution  
                                                   
          Evolution as conceived by humans is a primitive way of saying that humans had to come from the source of one DNA molecule formed by magic as a bolt of lightening struck a pond full of fertile, yet lifeless scum. But then again, the ones who teach this, don't believe in magic.  Otherwise, as the thinking goes, there must not have been a God but a chemistry, and so, there must be not now a God, but only a chemistry. It is good to be a bunch of lined up molecules to have to blame for your struggles.  This comforts certain humans in charge of scientific discovery. They have had unpleasant experiences with other humans, often cruel, blood thirsty and rather stupid even by human standards, claiming to know what God is. Both types of humans are correct, yet their journey into wisdom has barely begun.
         The human, Charles Darwin, understood this, and his avowed discovery which he is known for is not what he truly said that he thought he might have discovered. He was often embarrassed by the notoriety his simple and loving collection of bones had wrought upon his life.  Simply put, Darwin stated as his scientific thesis, not any principle of organic change brought on by environmental factors, but this instead:
 
The Theory Of Evolution:  there is no irreducible complexity, and if one is found, then there must be intelligence which created the universe, and specifically, mankind, but there is no irreducible complexity.
 
         As you can see, the theory takes much for granted and its crux is based upon a logical assertion, but we know now that logic is an intuitive assumption.  But that, in itself, is not enough to save the theory, or make it go away, so let us continue.          
         Darwin merely stated, nothing more and nothing less than this — if an irreducible complexity was ever found, his theory would fall of its own weight, for nothing complex is not of smaller parts.
        What the heck is an irreducible complexity?  Let's find out.

        Irreducible Complexity: the element of an object which cannot be made smaller or less complex is the beginning of the creation of that object, and if that element is made up of parts which cannot be broken down, then there must be a God. Humans figure that if they can’t figure it out, then only God can figure it out.
         In other words, if your sister or brother turns you on, they cannot not be your sister or brother. Put another way, if they are your brother and sister, then society and its taboos are an illusion. Put in yet another way, if society and its taboos are an illusion, then there is no protection for the weak against the strong which, protection, has been ordained as good and moral ... in other words, there is no God, but there is the state, and if your sister or your brother turn you on, then you yourself are insane and criminal, for it is not possible to be attracted to a blood relative.  So, in order for those who need a god that others believe in, you are insane in this situation.   Man-made religion helps keep you sane.  Although, the simple mathematics of inbreeding would make it a natural law not to have relations with close blood relatives, man believes he need to involve God in what has already been given as a simple and obvious truth, for humans but certainly not plants, otherwise we wouldn't have such a nice variety of flowers never created by anything but man.  
         The belief in a specific one God, is irresistibly refutable, begging for mockery and disproof, yet may in fact be a correct and truthful assumption, and so Darwin, much to his dismay, and far from his personal preference, became the flag carrier for atheism.
         They say Darwin died with a grin upon his face, for this he knew:

The entire purpose of evolution, if it exists, is to turn all organic matter back into the light from which it came. This light is often worshipped as the ultimate God. It is not, but only man in his final phase, obliterated into quarks. This is why humans continually destroy themselves, for they go where they are unable to function, into elemental regions, from simple to higher, though less loved beings, but unreachable for humans. Yet humans are the most magnificent form of organic matter in the known universe, but that is not saying much, since organic matter is primitive and non-angelic.
 
          This is the key:   for a thing to be irreducible means that nothing could have evolved into it and, therefore, it could only have come into existence by an intelligence of universal proportions for if there is one irreducible thing, then all things are made of it ... including the firmament, otherwise it could not exist at all.  Logic being an intuitive assumption is apparently useful but you never know when.  
 
          Now, if you do not believe in the existence of light, but steadfastly believe in evolution, as though evolution was ever considered by anyone to be a 'theology' or a 'value', then you have a truly remarkable imagination that denies its own existence.  This is the mark of the atheist.  They are perhaps most beloved and creative of all of God's creations.

                                                  The Sperm of God  
 
          In other words, the existence of the charmed quark, the one irreducible complexity of the universe, disproves Darwin's theory, and it, by his own words, falls of its own weight, and he knew this, and it made him happy.  He knew that biological adaptation has nothing to do with God, but is simply a response to stimulus, part of the protective system of all things, even electrons, and an observable one.  Things which do not have this do not exist because they do not last long enough to procreate.  Darwin further knew that this, in combination with the existence of the charmed quark, proved that God existed, thereby twisting his theory inside out ... a remarkable and imaginative feat that only God could have planned, but that anyone who actually took the time to give even a casual look into would understand as a simple, obvious flaw in the theory, a flaw which destroys it while simultaneously giving it life.
         God has a sharp sense of humor, yes?  You see, the joke is this:  Evolution, if it actually were true would prove scientifically that there is a God, but has nothing, in fact, if true, to do with God, except as a mere afterthought, and is in fact, the most sublime joke of God.  
  
 
There is another way of stating the principals of quantum mechanics and evolution:


                  Second Statement of the Principle of Irreducible Complexity
                                    the madman, the flower and the wolf


A wolf, a flower and a madman sat down together. They were hungry, but there was no food. The flower sat upon the head of the madman and told this story to the wolf, the first wolf as it moaned with its powerful head between its paws, blinking its green, intense eyes bent in sadness, for Wolf had not found the source of the song calling to it from beyond whatever mountain he had searched looking for the one who sang the song. The song haunted the wolf, for he was incomplete by himself and he knew he must learn the song he heard.

The flower and the madman looked at the wolf sadly, and the madman giggled, then nodded a signal for the flower to begin its tale.


“You search for God, do you not?” crooned the flower, opening its multicolored and beautiful long myriad of wings which would become birds one day. The birds would spread seeds and the earth would become multifarious and teem.

Wolf blinked his eyes slowly and sighed.

“Listen, Wolf,” croaked the madman, his voice full of music and confusion and chaos. The madman’s happy eyes gleamed and danced dances which would someday become laws and customs and art and beauty . “Listen, Wolf, your lover listens also. Now stop your whining and listen to your true soul ... Flower.”

Wolf’s ears perked high and it opened one eye, became perfectly still. These two bothersome entities had been following him everywhere and he had decided that he would just put up with them. He rolled his eyes and listened...

“We have watched you, Madman and I. Together we have followed upon the winds behind you in wonderment. We thought we were the only ones, and so followed you, for you are meant to be wisdom. You seek and follow the folds and mends of the earth from which you came. These we have learned from you, yet our wisdom and our souls are incomplete. You seek what we seek and this seeking is our joy.”

The madman chuckled and nodded.

“Yet,” continued Flower, “you remain unhappy and have learned nothing, though you know much.”

The wolf closed its eyes, and a wolf tear dropped down its thick, black fur onto the ground.

The madman shook his finger at Wolf. “... or so you think, brother Wolf, brother from the earth also. Do you not hear Her call to you now? Is it not from within you, and not from beyond the mountain? Do you not hear Her now. She is right before you.”

The wolf opened his eyes and another, like himself, yet different and enchanting, his true self within the space between this magical being which had suddenly appeared and his wolf’s sleek body, stood before him and She suddenly, playfully reared, spun and ran into the trees at the foot of the mountain he had just been exploring.

The madman chuckled and the flower shimmered with joy. One of its petals fluttered to the ground, spun and flew away as a colorful new bird species.

“Go,” crooned the flower.

Wolf scrambled off as fast as his legs would carry him.

A long, beseeching song raised from deep within the mountain gullies darkened the blood within the wolf. He loped faster and faster into the dark, green mountain forest.

That night as the flower and the madman made love, they listened to the first french horn call of the Wolf, its melancholy yet joyful hues going aloft as the moon ascended, the song of two becoming lovers at last, the very night a sleepless woodpecker, who could stand his dreams of bird songs no more, beneath the gaze of an owl made holes in a cedar tree, and the first Native American flute was born.

The owl was certain the woodpecker had cut stars into the sky, instead.  The owl is considered wise.  It often chuckles.  We know this only as a ‘hoot’.


Conclusion:  The Source of change is ascension, not matter
                                        the natures of Terror and Love

                              TERROR, the first irreducible complexity

     I was afraid to even conceive of it. The pall it brings to the back of my mind even today as I think of it with an ever receding acuteness, yet dread, causes me to tremble and ache inside.  Over the years, it clarifies like water settling in gutters after a rain as the worms bask there their last few minutes of life, then over a day or two stiffen into a bandiness that springs back like cardboard or breaks off.
     You see, as many children do, I made a wish.
     I became a wolf.  At first, I was surprised and taken aback, but after many nights of hunger with my brothers and sisters, I found my new form to be wise, but only because my source of judgment was human.
     I wanted to defeat the physical world of harsh demands. 
     My new, savage, digestive juices allowed me to eat with great freedom just as my thick, insurrectionist fur allowed me to roam with great goals and with the great goats and upon and through great mountains.  It was in these mountains and as I thudded across prairies and wafted through forest in deep shade daylight, that I learned what terror is.
     In a dark, dawn’s birth, I ventured to the aspect of a precipice.  The young mountain I stood upon began to tremble.  Rock slabs tore from its side, thundering down into space, bottomless ... yet, I heard them shatter; each, in its own turn.  Their dust, a white mist, rose and was captured by the new sun, then dispersed like a rainbow.  Below I beheld a dead place.  Desolation.  The far horizon stared like a never ending tin bucket. It was the place where humans live. I sensed but could not comprehend the brilliance and the darkness combined, the root of beautiful things. 
    I had forgotten my true self.  I could see only the darkness, the terror.
    It is forgetting that it can be done, this keeping of childhood dreams, the release of adulthood's forgetfulness and foolishness.

    It is like lightning into a pond. 
    It is the Kama Sutra Pond
   

THE KAMA SUTRA POND

her mouth opens, glides along his.
the morning stirs, writhes.

they watch the sky slowly swell.
dawn’s fingers stroke sun along its thighs.

her whisper like drawn through red wine ...
“Let’s see how well the pond reflects this.”

her hips squeeze darkly
she feels him moan fluttering inside them
hears his face spread open and fragrant, it ascends the stars
she trembles to the waving flowers her hair like a river swims

Her body becomes a remarkable sum
and their child,
a universe

bold as the faith of daisies