Once there was a homeless guy in a big city with rotted teeth, diabetes, infected feet and signs of dementia.
“Human debris” according to a morbidly obese radio shock jock.
But this homeless guy had a PhD in math. He was a debris-novis. The Crème de la Crème of the bag people. On this day his mind was reaching the tipping point of dementia. But today, the Impossibles were especially kind to him. Darwin too was kind.
As he sat on a curb demoing the reality of “learned helplessness” he thought about zero. He always knew it was impossible to divide by zero, and that to do so was to obviate mathematics itself. Therefore, the division of zero HAD to be impossible otherwise logic and structure could not exist.
He noticed a half-empty Diet Dr. Pepper across the street. He got up, paced himself between the cars and people, walked over to it, opened the cap and took a taste. It was warm and fizzy.
As carmel-colored aspartame sloshed his teeth, he pondered “What was nothing really?”
He replied to himself, “Nothing is impossible!”
And then the flash of the impossible hit him. He sat down and screwed the lid back onto his Diet Doctor Pepper like a kook who had just convinced himself he knew the ultimate answer. There was a reason for this, of course.
He was a kook who thought he knew the ultimate answer.
“Division by Zero is the creation of the impossible set,” he whispered with frightening clarity. His mind raced back to what he knew about zero and he went straight into irrational thinking.
“If-you-divide-by-zero-then-you-can-prove-anything-as-true. Anything-false-becomes-true-and-anything-true-remains-true. If-so-then-a-math-that-allows-the-division-by-zero-is-the-impossible-math-and-THAT-IMPOSSIBLE-MATH-can-create-a-math-that- forbids-the-division-by-zero-and-then-THAT-MATH-is-the-possible-math!-And–and-therefore-a-subset-of-the-impossible-math. In-such-a-case-the-possible-can-never-prove-the-impossible-but-the-impossible-can–always-prove-the-possible. Nothing-is-impossible. The-soul-is-nothing. Free-will-is-impossible-therefore-free-will-is-nothing-AND THE FREE-WILL SOUL IS THE IMPOSSIBLE NOTHING!”
He took a breath.
“The possible set is a subset of the impossible set and the impossible set is infinitely larger than the possible set!”
He started crying. Uncontrollably. It was beginning.
“Nothing … is … impossible-and-nothing-IS-the-impossible. I-am-impossible-and-I-AM-the-Impossible. All-are-true-in-the-impossible-set.
“The free-will-self is the impossible nothing!”
He said it over and over and over. It became his mantra.
He started laughing uncontrollably. He took off his shoes and beheld his rotting feet. Diabetes was taking its toll. And it was fully raging in his brain.
“Hee-hee. Anything that is NOT impossible is MANDATORY. Mandatory requires … hee-hee … OBEDIENCE. But the impossible set … it … ORDERS THE MANDATORY AROUND … the possible is but a thin film manifested by the dictates of the impossible. But then when you flip it, the possible orders the impossible around as non-existence…”
He stands and screamed, “I am the center of everything because my soul is the impossible nothing! You are the center of everything because YOUR SOUL IS THE IMPOSSIBLE NOHING!”
“Look at you all! You are all just possible meat! You are all just vessels to house the Impossibles or just the creations of The Impossibles or just random generations of Universal Darwinism! But in ANY CASE you have no free will and are only meat! Only the impossibles have free will!
He broke out in hysterical laughter and shouted:
“IT’S ALL JUST A POSSIBLE MEAT DREAM FROM EVERY ANGLE!”
He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted…
“Joseph Campbell said, ‘God is an INTELLIGIBLE SPHERE known to the mind and not to the senses whose center is … EVERYWHERE … and whose circumference is NOWHERE and whose center exists right where I am, and whose center exists right where you are. And each of us is a manifestation of THAT mystery!'”
Nobody listened. He knew they wouldn’t. He also knew the quote wasn’t right. But it was close.
He fumbled his pocket and pulled out a tattered copy of the Tao Te Ching with discolored edges, a creased color and smudgy pages. He plopped atop a half eaten donut and a ham crepe next to a garbage can.
“Shhh,” he said quoting the Taoist sage … “Those that say don’t know … and those that know don’t say …”
It was good smelling trash. It smelled right for a moment of divine realization. As he read the text he whispered it to himself. But he made one subtle, but important, substitution. He substituted “Tao” for “Impossible.”
The Tao Te Ching: Suttra 1.
The IMPOSSIBLE that can be walked is not the eternal IMPOSSIBLE.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the beginning of Heaven and Earth.
The named is the mother of all things.
Free from desire you see the mystery.
Full of desire you see the manifestations.
These two have the same origin but differ in name.
That is the secret,
The secret of secrets.
As he read, he was so calm and still that the impossible nothing could hear a pin drop. He could see it all … the impossible and possible … emptiness … form … the … wordless …
He WAS the impossible nothing, with all its individuals owning every bit of it individually, collectively and socially. He perceived the possible – a vastly smaller infinitude – obeying the will of the Impossibles.
He saw those he called The Possibles obeying Universal Darwinism devoid of soul. He saw the possible as separate and superior to the impossible, and then the impossible as separate and superior to the possible. Emptiness/Form and Form/Emptiness and Form AND Emptiness…
The dementia crossed the tipping point and he felt it. Something new was happening.
He sensed it was ending. But he was okay. He WAS the free-will impossible nothing! And that was enough.
He stood up and started staggering barefoot down the street leaving his shoes by the trashcan. He tried to beg from a stranger but his words slurred.
His arm couldn’t move and he looked intently at his arm not moving.
It was soon getting VERY hard to look at his hand not moving because suddenly there were several of them. He noticed a headache and a numbing in his face.
Everyone thought he was drunk.
And not a one saw the impossible nothing in all its glory.