There exists no such state as semimortal. Demigogues pop up from time to time, but as agents of the gods, they're pure cancer. Ultimately there exists only the pure, cohesive moments when everything is God, as it were. Until then reality remains a transitory dreamscape. This is what the Mayans spoke of when they penned the Doctrine of Maya: 'reality' changes constantly in response to the ever-changing system in which it resides and the forces acting upon it. This means that the conscious world changes every passing second. The moments of ascension, the thin bands of light between worlds are quantum differentials to be sure, yet ultimately they exhibit no plateaus, peaks or troughs. Think of a door, as opposed to a room. Semimortality takes place while passing from one state to another. Mortality and Immortality are two distinct states of being; that is, they both include periods of activity and periods of inertia, and they both have a peaks and troughs. Semimortality encounters no statsis, no inertia, no resistance because it's a moment of pure ascension, hence fails to meet the criterion for a 'state of being'. Simply put: either you're Immortal or you're not. That's life. Eschatologically, then, the phenomenal plane is a transference moment of affinity between binary singularities, like the spark between two poles. These polar opposites consititute whole number Beginning and Endpoints, otherwise known as moments of God. The switch flicks On and off, on and off forever, all energy transferring from one pole position to the other, creating an arc. The Arc. The Arc is where existence happens. Existence is what's going on right now. What's going on right now is the transfer of information between sources. When the first source is empty, the reciporcal source is full. Humans comprise part of the information flowing along within the Arc. Information is energy, energy rests in the form of matter, yet always remains potential energy. Energy moves in three-phase waves of sinusoidal expansion, peak and consinusoidal contraction, always reducable to Pi. Pi. That would be me: based on three and off to infinity. This three level evolution is universal, pervades wisdom from the foundation on up throughout art and science and religion. Listen: Three worlds, three spehres, three states of being, three epochs of critical theory: ontological, semantic, epistemic; three separate sections of the brain: diencephalon, mesencephalon, telencephalon; three temporal dimensions, three spatial dimensions, existence, you see, tends to waltz along in three/four time. Past, present, future; catharctic, cathexic, cathectic; directive, affective, cognitive; Man of Nature, Man of Science, Man of God; Kamaloka, Rupaloka, Arupaloka; temporal, corporeal, celestial; incubus, narcisus, exodus; tertiary, mezzanary, plenary; simulation, emulation, integration, thesis, antithesis, synthesis, and the list just keeps on going. The three levels of implementation concur throughout all physcial and metaphysical states of being, from Mathmatical Astrophysics to Monasticism to Microbiology, all modes of existence tend to progress three-fold towards that bipolar affinity during which the Arc jumps from the urbane to the extraordinary, from profane to sacred, from one pole to the other, the primary waves of the Arc forming the foundation, the guidlines of existence, like the skin of an electric spark between poles. Everything within the skin remain interconnected in a three phase electromagnetic wave, seemingly at stasis from a microcosmic perspective, yet ever moving towards the macrocosimic Endpoint of Perfection. This means, simply enough, that knowledge is universal. Wisdom, knowledge, understanding -- the only difference is the words, the jargon, used to describe subjects and objects. Simplified, each and every three phase path leads to either 'On' or 'Off'. It's just that easy. As I write these words, atop my temple in El Mitadore' in 1997 after the death of Jesus, after ten-thousand years of painstaking avatar awakenings, outpost collectives of humans finally begin to make the connection. The Big Connection. This I find beautiful, humanities collective synaptic dendrites flowering with celestial cosmology like a garden finally beginning to bloom after a long, cold winter. Finally booming, finally blooming, finally learning. Finally learning light and the nature of the Arc. And when you understand the nature of the Arc, your but a footstep away from immortality. Simply step through the semimortal doorway, and you're 'on', as it were. Really. That's all there is to it. _ _ _
In the shadowed corridors of creativity, where the echoes of typewriter keys mingle with the hum of digital circuits, Kevin M. Cowan crafts his enigmatic opus. His words, like whispered secrets in a dimly lit alley, unravel the human condition with a deft touch, while his melodies, haunting and ethereal, drift through the smoky haze of forgotten jazz clubs. As a technologist, he weaves the past and future into a seamless tapestry, a digital noir where code becomes poetry and machines hum the blues. In this twilight realm, Cowan's work stands as a testament to the beauty found in the intersection of art and innovation, a haunting reminder of the stories that linger just beyond the flickering neon glow.
Kevin M. Cowan is a writer, technologist, and artist whose work spans novels, AI development, drumming, and filmmaking. From his fiction roots in Nebraska to experimental media projects and cutting-edge AI, Kevin blends storytelling, sound, and code into one creative continuum. Explore his world — one story, rhythm, and idea at a time.
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