Vghu is, like all of us, a set of states of energy.
Yet Vghu was not directly tied to any one corresponding set — not gravitationally-attached to a planet nor dependent on oxygen and carbon dioxide cycles for life sustenance.
Vghu lived on a plane of existence that was easily understandable but hard to explain.
We who read this think we are advanced enough to comprehend everything about the universe or at least able to adapt and expand our thought sets to accommodate new information about what is outside the thought boundaries of galaxies and universes.
We want to say that everything is a set of states of energy.
But what is a set of states of energy, when you get down to it?
We have symbols we correlate with phenomena, like E=m(c*c).
Conditions which are observed to be locally consistent in behaviour — action and reaction.
We pile assumption upon assumption until we have arrived at a situation we call modern civilisation which contains theorists, scientists, engineers, economists, politicians and relatively low-wage workers whose conditions reflect what will, in historical perspective, be called the slavery of the day.
Serfs and feudal lords.
Laws and regulations.
Local conditions that Vghu has little need for or comprehension of, conditions that describe the interaction of sets of states of energy which have followed a rational course and will continue** to branch out indefinitely, assumptions stated and premises approved.
Vghu does not live in the concept of time we demarcate with seconds and years. Vghu has no insight into the distances we measure with sticks and laser beams.
Vghu is a matrix like us but not like us.
Vghu sees, but not anthropomorphically, the dark energy and dark matter we are just barely able to fill into blanks of formulae without instrumentation to measure.
To Vghu, our conventions and conventional methods are like the arguments of angels on a pinhead or the circulation of quarks in an atom to us — we are there but are practically invisible as far as Vghu’s interface with its surroundings are concerned.
Our planet, if Vghu even noticed its relatively dense composition compared to the space around it, would be a plaything if Vghu had an idea about what play meant.
A mere game of chance interaction of particles.
Thus, if we are invisible to Vghu, can we say that Vghu is invisible to us?
Doesn’t the contact of Vghu’s “self” with our universe cause ripples that, though large in almost indetectibly large waveforms, cause changes in perceptible patterns we measure daily?
Do the games we play, games of fun and games of subsistence living, indicate altered outcomes we hadn’t predicted because we had no way to account for Vghu’s passage?
We are unable to show how the solar wind sweeps through poker games in Las Vegas and shifts the leaderboard of horse races in Saudi Arabia at the same time that a child of three discovers linear algebra and calculus are more fun than fingerpainting diversions, let alone the effect of invisible forces that form a matrix of what we choose to call a set of states of energy at a level we have no instruments to measure, let alone theories to envelop*, as its effects subtly change the linear passage of time we call history.
In other words, when a game is in play, can you keep track of the hundreds of events that are shadowed by a few conventionally-horrific black swans or tails or disrupters we call crime in our insular, well-defined, inside-the-box daily living?
Which doors of perception are you keeping open? Which windows of opportunity have you shut or have been closed in your face?
In creating and tracking your predictions about the future, are your computation devices able to keep up with changes in matrices and spreadsheets and algorithms and pigeonholes you think of on the fly that provide input for data you have stored for millennia in rock formations, star charts, newspapers and instant message logs?
What are the deltas and sigmas you account for?
I’m sitting on Mars, biting into a reconstituted bar of hardened goo that I want to pretend is a granola bar covered with chocolate because my brain can still suspend disbelief long enough for the sensation on my lips, tongue, cheeks, nose, esophagus and stomach to satisfy my craving for such an item.
Vghu’s impact on my existence with you here now was imperceptible for a long time even if time is/was irrelevant to Vghu’s interface with our place in the home we call this universe.
As far as we’re concerned, Vghu has been passing through us for billions of years.
Vghu is like the imperfections in a silicon computer circuit, shifting electrons well outside the level of tolerance needed for us to communicate together and understand each other.
However, the total number of changes similar to electron shifts are significant enough to point to something, something we now know is Vghu but are unable to acknowledge as such, shifts that make prophecies and predictions short of 100% reliable.
The game, in this case, is both afoot and a foot, unfortunately.
The deception of diversion is both a tactical error and a rounding error.
The points being made are both at our level and Vghu’s.
Labels are never what we make them out to be.
Symbols are never more than symbols, no matter how many experts weigh in about historic significance or point to clueless clues.
Take the smoke screens literally as smoke screens.
Perpetrators are only actors.
The puppeteers are the gamemasters and the pawns this time.
Between us and Vghu is more than you can imagine.
By our standards, connections won’t be made for thousands of years more, some for millions of years.
Messengers like to take holidays/vacations like everyone else.
Thank you and have a good day.
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[editor (13/4/18):**originally typed as “contain”; *originally typed as “envelope”]
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