The Cosmic figure

Abstract:

Let us return to a contemplation of the Source. I have at least once envisioned in the freefall of nightly dreams, a slender body of consummate perfection. This body would resemble a female figure, did it not have the most perfect mathematical proportions deftly vanishing upon closer scrutiny.

The Cosmic figure
Sebastian Lopez

Let us return to a contemplation of the Source. I have at least once envisioned in
the freefall of nightly dreams, a slender body of consummate perfection. This body
would resemble a female figure, did it not have the most perfect mathematical
proportions deftly vanishing upon closer scrutiny. However, we would not deign
dare to define perfect. Perfection is evidently incomputable. This figure
represents the cosmic order. Approaching its original singularity, from which it
may have said to be spawned, the universe is reabsorbed into it. Therein it
reassumes its existence as a compressed point or singularity. And so back and
forth through the cosmic cycles, but also through every single instant and point.
For, the universe contracts and expands constantly through a dual agency. This
duality is comprised of the density of matter and the levity of light. On one hand
it is gravity that arranges dense matter into place; on the other hand, there is the
inevitable counterpoint of a flow and freefall which we may refer to as cadence;
cadence as a property of light. The gravitational axis governs matter, as in the
collapse of a star into a singularity like a black hole. Light is equally essential in
the cosmic equilibrium, for it ensures the aforesaid cadent flow, perception, and
levity. If light did not counterbalance density, the universe would become a
claustrophobic nightmare of compactness; or, vice versa, it could not sustain its
own lightness. Effectively, this is what occurs from instant to instant in the infinite
cycles of genesis. The universe is essentially a ghost that runs itself, with no driver
to speak of.

Light is meant to act as a virtual conveyor of physical objects at a rarified
(wavebased) level of perceptual simulation. The Light cursor gyrates around the
mathematically precise cosmic figure which is full of curves. We cannot view
around the curves, though the cosmic figure appears to us sketchily in the rarefied
air of an ephemeral dream. She cannot be delineated, for she is formless. The
entire radiant figure is nevertheless omnipresent. Every frequency and
wavelength—become a light picture or image in the human mind—is making up
the concealing tapestry of perception. We are viewers of a cinematic montage, so
engrossed in the simulation that we become oblivious of the empty space around
the delusive flicker of images. We perceive the segment of the universe that it
allows us to, for beyond the montage there is the unknown. We can only speak
some gibberish about a deity as that ‘something’ that defies any concept we could
possibly have of it. Perhaps there is nothing at all. But then…