now... that was easy (the transform) ... have fun with it, Vera


before we start, a citation
He had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.
H.P. Lovecraft, The Silver Key, 1926
And 2004, we know that there is no difference in the brain paths used waking and dreaming, and some training for athletes and technical operators consists of doing complex actions and movements in thoughts only.
Alright. Enough chat. Here we go;

I had a vision. I try to believe that it was but a dream, a phantasm caused by the foul emanations of the hot mountain, but I can't convince myself. It was a vision, sent by the Lord, Cthulhu the strong-armed, ruler of the deeps.
This is how it happened. I was hunting on the rim belo the shallows, late at night, when unmated shrimps become careless and show their luring lights just too long. Then suddenly, there was another light, all around me, and I sped to the bottom where I froze and assumed the colors of the rock-strewn sand, as best as I could. But the light was not the light of doom that the giants cast from heaven, but the lightspeak of the Mighty One. And His pulsations of color were focussed at me, and I almost lost myself in that complex of hue and intensity.
Ah, pray that what followed was not by his commands, but only figments from an unholy dream. But I cannot fool myself. What I have been shown and told, I must convey further, till exhausted in flashing my life fades:
These were the words of Lord Cthulhu : 'Be my envoy to the giants, little swimmer. Converse with the one to whom I will send you, Morgash the Scholar, who holds the great key, and bring his wisdom with you to the deep.
And the light of Cthulhu faded, and darkness returned, darker and colder and more silent than I ever had known, and I was sure I had died. Then in that darkness lights appeared, and I could do nothing but move in that direction, though I could neither swim nor jet, for there was no water in that place, and nevertheless I did move.
The lights were seven, and in a circle, and they came from dead rock, not from living flesh. And they pulsated an angry yellow, but in that pulsation lay no meaning. And in the middle of the lights was a round black slate of rock, and on it a smaller light, soft and many hued. but not pulsating, as the hot light and the cold light that can be seen in the heaven over the shallows. Toward that light I moved, and when I was in front of it, I noticed a movement behind me. The eyes of a giant were not two lenghts away from mine, and his lips opened and showed me his horrible teeth, and again I thought I would die. But the giant did not swallow me, but directed thougts at me, as if I were It's equal.
And this is what It said :
GREETING LITTLE SEA SPIRIT FRIEND CTULHUS ENVOY TO END OUR LONELINESS. BE NOT AFRAID. I WILL NOT HURT YOU NOR COULD I IF I WISHED FOR YOU ARE NOT REALLY HERE.
Then I remembered that I was in dreamspace by the power of Cthulhu, and safe from harm. (in that I was quite wrong, but I did not know it yet)
WHY DID CTHULHU SEND YOU? SURELY NOT ONLY TO ENTERTAIN ME. WHAT WERE HIS WORDS, LITTLE ONE ? AND DO YOU USE A NAME FOR YOURSELF ?
I told him my name, for I am Ry'a, Third Defender of the deephouse of Ctho; I am not one of the nameless who haunt the shallows when the cold light shines. And I told him that Cthulhu wanted me to take the great key to the deeps, that the people from the deephouses may share the wisdom of the giants.
How did we understand each other ? We each used our own language, and by the power of Cthulhu in the dreamspace, we understood what the other was saying. Great is Cthulhu, and Mighty, though not Wise.
A thunering sound came from the giant, and his jaws opened wide, and I closed my eyes from the sight of that cavern of death.
WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH THE KEY, RIASTO ? WHATUSE CAN YOUR PEOPLE HAVE FOR IT ? UNLESS CTHULHU FORESEES THAT THE END IS NEAR, AND THAT NONE SHOULD DIE IN BLISSFULL IGNORANCE. WHAT HE ASKS I WILL GIVE, FOR HE IS YOUR LORD AND SHOULD NOW WHAT YOUR PEOPLE NEEDS.
LOOK AT THE SCREEN, RIASTO.
The lighted square changed, and a circle appeared in its place, blue and white and grayish green, like a cyprea attacked by fungi. It seemed to turn, to be perfectly round and I understood that this was a camouflation of an egg.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU, DEFENDER ?
'This skin imitates an egg. But why ?'
IT REPRESENTS AN EGG. IT SHOWS AN IMAGE OF THAT EGG. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
how to explain a symbol to a being not used to symbols ? assume that they use symbols... it is not functional
The battle court of Ctho is decorated with arrangements of coral, that represent our ennemies, so that we might learn to defend ourselves. Yes, I understand - I am not stupid.
GOOD. BUT IT IS NOT AN EGG. IT IS OUR WORLD, SEEN FROM AFAR.
I know that the world is bound, and that the giants live outside the world, but we believe that the world is infinite, and outside it there lies anoter infinity. But nothing more than this egg ?
IT WOULD TAKE A HUNDRED SEASON CYCLES TO SWIM AROUND IT, IF YOU DID NOTHING ELSE. IT IS NOT THAT SMALL. BUT IN THE UNIVERSE OUTSIDE IT, IT IS BUT A TINY SPEC, LIKE A SINGLE GRAIN OF SAND ON THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA. IT IS CERTAINLY NOT INFINITE, AND THAT MIGHT BE WHY YOU ARE HERE. WATCH. WE WILL LOOK CLOSER AT THE WORLD.
And the egg grew on the skin, and then there was a spot of brown in the middle of a fleck of bleu.
WE ARE HERE, ON THIS ISLAND. OR RATHER, I AM, YOU ARE SLEEPING IN THE SEA THAT SURROUNDS US, I SUPPOSE.
The brown was all there was, and then some speckles of green, and a round white rock near the bleu, near the shore, and then a black cave in the rock, and inside that cave the black slate with the seven lights.
HAVE YOU SEEN HOW IT BECAME EVER A LARGER IMAGE ? OR DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE SEQUENCE AGAIN ? OR REVERSE ?
Again, yes, slowly, and it turned around, and now I started to grasp the size of the finite world. And then it was again a light the size of an egg.
THE SEQUENCE GOES FURTER, DEFENDER. TRY TO UNDERSTAND.
Now the egg shrinks to a dot, and a golden ball appears.
THAT IS THE HOT LIGHT. IT IS ENORMOUS, AND VERY FAR AWAY. LET US RETURN TO THE COLD LIGHT, WHICH IS SMALLER AND CLOSER.
I have looked at the cold light, in the cold season, drifting just below heaven. when heaven was flat and soft. I watch it now, a little egg beside a large one, and then they shrink again, and the golden light returns.and that shrinks to a dot, and others like it appear. I never thought that the world was so much emptiness. I thought it was full of life and water.
NO. MOSTLY COLD EMPTY VOID. WE ARE THE EXCEPTION, THE JUWEL, THE THINGH TO LOVE AND CHERISH. AND WE AND OUR WORLD ARE SMALL AND TINY. AND FRAGILE, AS THE NEEDLES ON THE SPIDERSHELL.
Those fucking needles are not fragile, not to me anyway. But I understand. This waste of void makes me shiver. Would there be other worlds like this ? other giants, other many-armed.
THAT WAS THE INITIAL PLAN, BUT SOMETHING WENT WRONG, I BELIEVE. THERE ARE BUT A VERY FEW LEFT, LESS THAN YOU HAVE ARMS.
I can count, giant. 8 times 8 times eight and two times 8 times eight numbers the house of Chto.
FOUR. ONLY FOUR. AND THIS ONE IS IN DANGER OF BEING DESTROYED.
What can destroy a world ? it is so big, even if it is tiny in the universe ?
WE. WE CAN, IN MANY WAYS.
I have been told many stories about the cruelty of the giants. I believe him.
BUT YOU HAVE NOT COME HERE TO LEARN THIS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOU DIE ?
If a swimmer dies from old age, and not between the jaws of an ennemi, the body is taken to the abyss, and left to sink to Cthulhu's abode. But that does not happen very often. Most are quickly devoured by some predator, and some fall prey to giants' spears, giant. And that is a slow and agonizing death.
AND YOUR MALES ARE KILLED AND DEVORED BY YOURSELVES, DEFENDER. THAT IS NOT MERCIFULL NEITHER.
It is what they want, It is what they are made for, food that becomes the eggs they fertilized. They live on in their offspring.
AND WE ARE NOT HERE TO DISCUSS INTERSPECIES MORALS.
THE RIACTO WHO TALKS TO ME IS NOT YOUR BODY, ISN'T IT ?
No. I am in the dreamspace. My body sleeps in the seaspace.

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT YOUR BODY ?
I am not. Right now, a dragonfish mightbe hovering above it, deciding if it will lay eggs in my mantle, or just eat me. But Cthulhu will be on guard and protect me.
MUCH FATE YOU HAVE IN CTHULHU. BUT ANYWAY, THE RIACTO I AM TALKING TO IS NOT THE BODY OF RIACTO, ISN'T IT ?
The wise speak about such matters, sometimes, but they never agree on the subject. If this is but a dream, then the giant is wrong, and not real. But if truly Cthulhu has placed me here, and this is not a normal dream, then it has a point.
DO YOU OFTEN DREAM LIKE THIS , RIACTO ? DO YOU OFTEN GO TO SLEEP ON THE SANDY PLAINS, FAR FROM SHELTER ?
Never. Only a fool would do that. Sudden death would be sure.
(note; too slow. at least for what this was meant to become)
SO, UNLESS CTHULHU PROTECTS YOU, YOUR BODY IS NOW DEAD. WHAT AM I TALKING TO THEN ? DO YOU NOT EXIST ?
I do exist. The wise have explained me that there is no proof of that existence, but I believe it anyway. How else ?
THEN BELIEVE ME. YOUR INNER SELF TALKS TO ME, IS HERE WITH ME, AND CAN EXIST AWAY FROM YOUR BODY. THAT IS WHAT CTHULHU WANTS YOU TO KNOW, HOW THIS IS SO AND WHY. THAT IS WHAT THE KEY IS ABOUT, BUT NOT ONLY THAT. THE SINGLE KEY UNLOCKS IT ALL BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS MADE OF A SINGLE ONE SUBSTANCE.
FIRST I MUST TELL YOU OF MATTER AND ENERGY, TIME AND LIFE.
Morgash leans back in his chair. He shakes his head, thinks by himself no, no, we're not getting anywhere. Maybe I could start at the core, and then build on that.
A tree, that is the perfect analogy. A single tree of life, that spans the whole universe in time and space. A giant tree, with countless branches , and countless leaves on each branch, and flowers and fruits on every bough. Nah. Youd don't know trees. Coral is not the same, nor kelp. What is tree-like in the sea ? What is organised in an arborescence ? Yes - the great medusa, the Portugese Man'o'war. It's tentacles, stingers and body are very different, but nevertheless the medusa is one, a single being, grown from one tiny egg. And each tentacle and harpoon on each stem is made of myriads of cells, of different kinds and shapes. We are the cells, the tentacles the worlds, the harpoons the sentient races, the stems the galaxies. And like the medusa which liveson the border of sea and air, the universe exits partly in the world of matter and partly in the infinity of the single force of life, the Atman, the infinite sentiency that is the base of the universe.
That was the idea, Riacto. As a single word spoken, echoing back and forth, interweaving with itelf, as the ripples from a single stone will fill a pond with a much more complex image, such was the act that created the seed of life hidden within the seed of the universe. Sentient life would bloom everywhere, But the plan went wrong. Sadly, horribly wrong. There was a plague, as if a school of little fish had found the medusa, and devoured the tentacles. To the fish, the tentacle were nothing but food, they were stupid and did not see that the medusa needed the tentacles, And they could not leave them, because thee was no other food anyway. And then there was nothing let of the medusa but a few tentales with a few harpoons. And the fish beings had learned much, and had become civilised, and now the cherisched the remaining tentacles, and ate only what they needed..
He frowns. He lost his audience, as was to be expected. So few of his words have a meaning for this being. And the analogy is not really good. Communication. Morgash hates the word. It usually means that he is supposed to elaborate on a concise and trivial concept for the sake of uneducated fools. Here, it is worse. That Riacto is not stupid. She simply does not share his point of view into the dimensions that are relevant.
Ry'a'chto thinks she understands. The swimmers are all but parts of the sea, beginning as tiny eggs, absorbing water and food, and the food has been little eggs that abosorbed water and food, and so on to the tiny little things that are not much more than eggs that absorb water and food and then split in two. And when the eggs have grown enough, they produce new eggs. Water is in al of them, and they all need food. And Ry'a'Chto can understand that outside the world there are others, just like this. The giant only taught her that the worlds are not connected by water, that she cannot ever swim there but needs to cross a great emptyness.
Yes. Forget about the emptiness. Back to the medusa. It is not only of the sea, it is also of the heaven. The reason to be of the tentacles, that what feeds them and what moves them, it is the part that extend above the waves, the part that exists in this totally different world that is not water.

Morgash sighs. To much analogies. They deviate if pushed too far.
Think back to the dreamspace. That is close enough to that other world where the core of the medusa floats in the sun.
Dreamspace, where the wise say the self is. How could it be unconnected to the Seaspace ? We exist in both, at the same time, that is obvious. Right now, I am in the Dreamspace, because this is evidently not Seaspace, but surely I am here.
The giant sighs. This is all nice, for an analogy, quite consistent - but the core is not here... the core is in string space - and I am starting to understand why this is difficult to understand - though it seems so simple to me. Right. Reboot.)
There is no way but the Model. He forgets all about the Defender, absorbed by this single thing that is IMPORTANT : How do I make that ? Where to start ? What are the key parameters ? Iterative. Quantic. Resonant. Closed path. Multimode. Basic Forces. Conservation Laws. Error dissipation.
How to put that in an excell model which should do the following :
*** be a set of linked cells that behave like a quark ***
*** interact with other sets of cells if on collision courses. ***
So each 'instance' of the model has x,y,z,t and dS/dt values. Two instances will interact if they are within a grain of timespace. or share the grain (this just doubles the grain size assumption) Also, each instance has its quantum numbers, quarkwise. these are the constants for the iterative functions.
to interact, some conditions must be met. phases and amplitudes must allow interaction; consider that interaction means that the constants change; otherwise, when only phases change, that will just be elastic collisions.
consider matter-antimatter annihilation. the ruling quantum number is projected onto a constant time-function; that implies that in any case, the baryon numbers add up, to zero, and a zero baryon complex exist for a short while. This will then split into photons and neutrino's.
take the other important reaction, p+p > p + n + e+
or udu + udu > udu + dud + e+
four up and two down quarks change into three up and three down, and an electron.
how do we place that in a model ? which u becomes a d, and how and why ?
in the next step, ududud + udu or ududud + dud, there is no such effect. no need for a u to become a d. there is only a shift of mode, and n+1 particles need less energy than n particles to keep equilibrium.
back to the problem : why the u to d shift ?
consider a simple oscillating system with four components in a 3t space.
start from know data :
electrical : equal charge repulses, in verse charge attracts, 1/r2
gravity : equal barity attracts, inverse barity repulses , -1/r2
weak : equal weakness attracts, inverse weakness repulses, 1/r6
strong : equal strangeness attracts, inverse strangeness repulses , -1/r6
conserve charge, baryon, strange and weak
consider energy, basically in the form of speed, which is relative.
consider the interaction, timeless
the energy is there because dp/dt > 0. in granular spacetime, thus the wavicle extends over many grains, moves nevertheless one at a time. hence c, and h . and each grain has only two states : excited or not.
thus high energy gives time to interact, raises the probability . But at the same time, the grain string looses cohesion, and becomes capable of splitting.
Now in this kind of thing, the point of observation is of utmost importance. What you see depends on the way you look at it, on the dimensions you do and don't consider, on what is hidden and what is seen.
the most simple example is this : imagine to describe a fractal as an analytical function z=f(x,y).
so, for a wavicle W
W=S(C, B, N, W, V)
consider that quantum numbers do not change with energy level.

With a sigh, Morgash raises from his chair and walks through he open door onto the balcony. Deep below him, he hears how small waves break softly on the rocks. The crabs must be out now, justs like Ry'a'chto's kindred from the shallows. He palces his hands on the balcony rail, and looks at the stars.
And he thinks back to how it began, long ago, far from here.
The Quest has always been his guide, the need to know his only motivation. And he was well equipped for the search for knowledge. In a way, he grew up all alone, and the loveless childhood killed most of his emotions. All there was to play with were books and knowledge. So he read, and doing so learned much that the children of his age were not aware off.
And after he learned a lot of answers, he started to ask questions. And when the answers did not come, he went looking for them himself. Then after a while, there was but one question left, one thing lacking.
And the first step towards the answer to that question brought down the whole intricate web of knowledge that he had learned before.
For consciousness can surely not be a side effect of the workings of the human brain. It must be a force or substance that is more than that , less limited in occurence. And as such, it cannot be less than a part of the quantum world; And if our understanding of the qauntum world does not take consciousness into account, then that view of the world is wrong.
From there he started anew. But he was prepared. Not everything that science had discovered was wrong or useless. There was the Razor, and the firm convction of everybody since Occam that the universe was essentially simple. There was much proof for that and a promise of more, of a single solution to every questioon. To that, Morgash added : A single SIMPLE solution to every question.
And then he found it. So strange, when it happened, so unexpected, such an unprobable chain of events. He closes hs eyes, and formulates it again :
One consciousness, one Atman, free from time, before the universe is born. Alone, timeless, devoid of object, the consciousness is empty, pointless.
One oscillation, the making of time, that brings forth the cosmic egg from the substance of the Atman.
In the egg, the greatest part of the substance oscillates, form matter and energy, a small part does not, becomes our gods.
But the oscillating form that is matter and energy can still transform into the static form that is consciousness.
In complex processes, in high energy environnments, in singularities, matter still turns to mind - in living tissue, supernova's, black holes.
And now, there is consciousness outside the Atman, something that the Atman can contemplate, communicate with, teach to and learn from.
It is simple, and with it he can explain everything - really everything, Surely, manyof the nswers are ot what you woud expect, or like them to be. To start, he had to abandon the comfort of the godless universe, He could no longer see mankind as a superior species. The universe was no longer a pointless decor for a hedonistic lifestyle. Instead, there was life and consciousness to be cherished and tended. And preparations made for the afterlife. For within his theory, there was the horrible possibility of an ecology of bodyless creatures, potentially immortal. Ah, the horror lies in potential, and ecology. Morgash shivers. Until now, he has not found a way to enter that ecology as a top predator, or a giant herbivore, and he suspects that man's natural place in the order of things is more or less on the worm level, the easy prey of the small predator. He shivers again. The way out of that fate, it must be found in the Model.
The Model, that is the proof, the mathematic simulation of wavicles as he sees them, iterative functions in granular space-time. Suddenly he sees what will happen if he succees in making the Model work.
The theory will not be a theory anymore. He will be famous, rich, and whatever else he really does not want to be. And mankind will swiftly become the most dangerous - how to call it - afterlifeform ?
Suddenly he realizes that the swimmer is still there, now floating beside him, listening o his thoughts.