Kelley Agate Universe

Nightwandering Among the Fingerprints of Nature

part of: The Wanderers

by The Archives of Raynah

related by Arthur, Nightwandering Ez Perjezlah of the Fourth Generation

Early night stretched broad above Lora and Tana as they sat talking in the Spiral Garden. “We are zooming through space right now,” Lora commented.

“Ah, to feel the cobwebs of stardust brush against our inner cheeks is good,” Tana laughed.

Lora had just been studying the Digital Sky Survey maps and their upgrades over three generations. The distribution pattern of galaxies fascinated her. She imagined the dense anticipation of scientists and lay observers about what the first computer-generated maps would reveal. “They probably had no clue about what they were going to discover!” she thought excitedly.

“Does the fractal principle hold at all levels?” Lora asked. “I mean, is it more than the physical structure of things? Are there also fractal patterns in processes, relationships, attractions, interactions?”

“You mean like when ancient humans saw the moods of God in the weather or the sea, was it merely a projection of human imagination, or is there a pattern in the way weather works, the way the sea processes work that have a fractal relationship to patterns in human emotional processes?” Tanner asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lora said, becoming more animated.

“We have no documentable proof of that at this time,” Tana replied. “Yet, it makes a whole-body sense that is hard to ignore.”

“But how do we know we can trust our whole-body sense?” Lora asked.

“You want to know if we can trust that what we apprehend with our whole-body sense is reliably present throughout all of space and time?” Tana repeated, then laughed.

“Ah, yeah,” Lora said, feeling hesitant.

Tana paused and looked deep within, let the answer form itself from the concatenation of 80 years of experience with ‘nads to the wall whole-body living. “Being able to trust whole-body sense requires training…a lifetime of training, and just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, you die.” Here Tana paused to laugh again.

“The whole-body works on two levels…everything is seen in discrete packages, but then we feel those discrete packages in juxtaposition, and that is the place from which meaning, identification, and understanding arises,” Tana continued.

Lora thought about that for a moment. “So, is that why you have us breathe and just watch, move and just watch, let the mind follow the body, so the juxtaposition takes place without interference from an attempt to force a pattern….so we can just let the patterns arise from what Is inside us?”

“Indeed,” Tana said. “The waking dream. When we watch the waking dream we see the areas where juxtaposition produces chaos, because the gap between what is known is too wide to produce understanding – which is a form of order. We know that something else must be learned. We can start looking for that something, learn it, then watch again and see what happens. This is all related to how we learn. As the nervous system learns, it transforms chaotic nerve transmissions into ordered ones—patterns if you will. Experience induces chaotic nerve transmissions, learning transforms them into useful patterns. Yet, we see that chaos is the ground from which meaning arises. It is important to have chaos and order simultaneously, which is what we see in Nature.”

“That is why we wander, why we explore all the days of our lives?” Lora asked.

“Indeed,” Tana replied. “We remain open systems through which the Universe flows unimpeded by thought complexes that regard some information as valid and some as not. We watch and wait and meaning arises that we can feel comfortable trusting, though it is true that because we are small moments in the Sea of Time, there is a definite limit to what we can know, how much we can assimilate into a reliable picture of what actually Is.”

Lora just stared at Tana. Lora was 23. She had explored information on the structure of the human nervous system and its electro-chemical nature, fractals, chaos, astronomy and philosophy, among other things. Because the anchor layer of her mind was freedom, she let the play of Tana’s words evoke random responses from within what she had learned, and just watched until meaning began to emerge. “Unless the theory of fractals holds,” she finally replied.

“What do you mean,” Tana asked, interested.

“Well, if fractals are not just present in physical structures, but in processes, then perhaps our own processes, which we can observe when the mind follows the body in quiet contemplation of what is revealed in responses to the Moment, give us a glimpse of the larger processes at work in the Universe Itself,” Lora replied.

Tana paused to absorb that one. “There are so many processes at work,” she finally answered. “We are each a Pollack painting of intersecting trajectories through time. Do we understand enough of those trajectories and what initiates and sustains them to be sure of anything at this Moment as a Race?” she finished, descending into quiet contemplation.

It was Lora’s turn to be interested. “Probably not, though science and art, poetry and music are expressions of our contemplation of such.” Lora finally replied.

“That much is so,” Tana agreed, “and certainly does define the lifework of a Majz such as yourself.”

“Right,” Lora agreed, falling limp into meditation.

Tana smiled. It would be time for sleep soon. She left her young friend there limp among the nightbreath of plants, the fall of dew, and the hidden caress of passing stars and went to find a long, hot bath.