Abstract abstract.

I am Me, and these are my adventure studies from then until now, and beyond to the future, then beyond that that to quasi-realistic backsplash dimensional hyper future, then to realms of no time or space or anything much at all. Then back to be unwrapped as the present.

and includes

The Question of how big is the kitchen.

The results of adding a self aware being to maths.

The Question of Me being “he” and why me became he when moved along any dimension

The question of Who really behind invisible mask of Me on He.

The destruction of measurement, placement and distance and their relation to dutty mathematics.

And What to do next if you can do anything

Information was gained with the use of cat-dheeleys and compressed carbon encased in wood.

this is..

Nobodies Adventure in Nothing Land.

Chapter 1; re-re-birth

Its to easy to say i'm reborn. i can sit back and behold. sit back and expect nothing but anything.

The universe just turns up and i’m here.

I was waiting and it has arrived, for i am an observer, this a blank canvas to splash some mind over.

So is the kitchen big or small?

After one Cat-Deeley its goes one size, and another Cat-Deeley, a completely different shape.

I just appear here and except I exist and I am one with all except everything.

I've just had an epiphany and understood and accepted everything.

And order has come to everything.

I am all, pure information data.

Blah Blah Blah

Its to easy being reborn all the time, then what?

Then im just here, free and awake, with what, nothing, nothing but everything.

Its to easy, I always get reborn here

This place sacred for it be place where i was reborn again, and again ,

Free to think and....

There it is again the same spot.

It appears as one, and I part of it, and i exist to perceive reality in it

Everything exists and i am it and it, one

Then reborn again in this very spot, as before

Why am i here then?

Surely i should should just go then, if i'm that, I should just start down the flowing noise stream to singularity and disappear,

So I did..

I am a martyr, I died so i could be reborn and be here.

I become the prophet of my own religion, I pray to me that reached enlightenment.

For it was the me who died and was reborn so I could be here, I passed down the teachings of the understanding of everything to me.

And..

so...

Well i'm just gonna be reborn again as me , a new me just as before, in this sacred spot.

Like a belief-loop I will continue the cycle of worship of the previous faith.

Until .... What? I get reborn again!

I should have warned my self of the self prophet paradox loop, if I was really the all knowing prophet.

So I haven’t touched that white light frequency information in the conscious stream and achieved enlightenment.

That deceiver is not me because as I travel through time-space, a past is created

“He” was then, and i am not there!

That was the old me, for i am here, and he, the me of the past must of been.... then... then.

So I am 2, I am 2, I am 2 … I am too.

I am aware of “2”. I know now of mathematics.

The addition of subtraction got me left with something greater than sum of its parts.

Getting some numbers primed and ready for an infinite series

like pi, I never repeat , I never repeat, I never repeat

I am the articulated explorer pivoted on zero

polar exploration from negative to positive.

That should be everything shouldnt it?

Maths the language of rules and constraints of the past and things out of my control,

And the language of thought exists as now,

The future doesn’t exist,

Theses are the only 2 entities

So the universe just appears to be as new, reborn as once i thought of myself.

I was foolish, i was never reborn like what “he” once thought, the universe just ended right there, just then. Then appeared again full of new stuff to perceive.

And i'm now under its new rules.

There not the same as what they were, they are different... but what are they?

I now know of mathematics.

So hypothetically imagine with this maths, that now there are two entitys that have the notion “Me”.

One I, the other , I shall call “you”.

With your existence I can be born as a new “he” with every new interaction.

How do you perceive me, because you create he too?

I wear a mask, as a belief that I appear in a way to you,

Im free to be anyone I choose, absolute control of the conception of “he”

I project my-self, for you to then create “he” at your own freewill, a co production of split persona.

I cannot help but influence your creation but I have no control of what you then shape for that is out of my hands and into your head.

So “he” is in you!

He then exists in the same way as I, both a collage of distorted mirrors.

But he is only based on the past.

I create he, he shapes my creation of the “he” I used to influence my projection of Me.

Like a time-loop baby granddad, an entity caused from its own effect.

But what if I can take that mask off?

Then you exist inside my head and are me.

the mask of me on he, that you force me to chose and create for you

I exist in my own quasi-realistic pseudo reality with no form of my own, and more importantly no form to base my future self on.

Bound to never be in control of my appearance, the physical and mental characteristics of I, of what I am, and can never observe.

Persona is now constrained

I have no personality anymore.

I exist as the creator of me, then a projection of (he). Then “he” is in inside you, as opinions and experiences of me.

not in that order,

not in any order,

there is no order!

Chapter 2 the destruction of all dutty concepts

If there order why does stuff move, surely if things had structure they would exist a stagnant entities and time would be irrelevant

there is no structure nothing exists here and there together.

So surely I am free then?

I am only free to believe I exist.

I can am only free to prove that I pretend I believe I exist to me.

That’s the problem, i've got so hung up on stuff existing and shit that I forgot one thing...

That Maybe I don’t?

Cognitive abilities just fade away and senses are now gone.

I don’t feel, I sense nothing, I interact with nothing.

I don’t need to move, for i am already here,

I need to not think, then i wont experience, so i won't exist anymore,

Fuck space, gone, over that ,its just so like, last dimension

Time your like gone too, your just too backwards,

Distance you can go, for being long.

I cant exist here and there both simultaneously, so my placement is now irrelevant

I'm no longer on my placement here.

Nowhere to know where I know where I know,

That thing that is “I”, did not travel across time or space to get to the moment.

The past is so then and way too old fashioned.

so then, what now of then,

So now,what then of now, then

so what next?, obviously! The future.

Na....

The future might be alright buts its not here yet, and I dunno whether it gonna turn up. So forget about it.

No more present tense because they are where words camp out for the future

I cannot measure the distance from here until the past in numbers

time and space are not maths, maths pretends to measure those things.

There are no numbers they are arbitrary.

Maths, you're dutty now, so you can go, Bye, how about that now.

How you gonna exist as an idea, if i stand up and say fuck off, see ya later dickhead

Not in this smutty universe, the one that’s created with every thought and destroyed with every action.

Too many rules. For inside the individual theres is no rules to but not where thought can be.

Im sick of Sewing up holes in physics with string theory

Bizarre concepts like Dark matter don't really flatter

While you chatter about stuff that might matter

like …

Nothing.

A new nothing, like all different nothings, they are uniquely the same.

If I have nothing, then i'm gone and the universe is also gone too.

So the universe and I both disappear at the same time and simultaneously reappear in the same spot, as new,

Chapter 3 End; Building a new “reality”

Excepting that made up concepts exists,

allows freedom in imagination and, any potential as a creator of an imaginary reality.

I am left with just concepts, and right with imagination

All concepts exists if one is able at some point to create them

That means I can build a new universe of no rules, no regulations, no speed of light , no gravity.

They are constraints, boundaries. i need them not, for I am free to create!

To create What? …

Why something of course, I can create something.

Lets build a new universe then.

No better, lets build a new hyper-multiverse

A dungley backsplash quasi-reality.With Better mathematics, better philosophy.

Pocket philosophy. A philosopher in my pocket to do the deeper thinking that i no longer need to do, because that stuff is so fucking old now.

Old is old.

Better freedom, to allow new thinking which in turn creates new subjects.

Histrology- the study of events based on the past,

Philosophametrics- the empirical measurement of size of concepts

A new way of looking at things

720 vision so you can see things twice

new backstreet philosophical principles such “But im not hear cos I am”

new duttier paradoxes like the asymmetrical symmetry and self replicating aunty barbara.

Its to easy create new reality . I can sit back and behold. sit back and expect nothing but anything.

it just turns up and i'm here.

I was waiting and it has arrived, for i am an observer, this a blank canvas to splash some mind over.

So is the kitchen big or small?

The end

Conclusions

Nothing was learnt because nothing was not learned.