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11.16.2011
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He wonders, "Why does the unknown seem so dark? When we see a difficult situation, why is it so cloudy?" The programmer is assigned to map the phylogon geometry surrounding a difficult decision. He sees many frames trying to jam into a single new reality. No cyclic flow. As he draws nearer to the fray, his attention gets clouded by too many choices. The whole mess is constantly churning. One phylogon after another is tested, each separate reality tries to prevail, only to have others intrude, offer alternatives, be replaced again. Time pushes him forward into the confusion. Only the pressure of the clock and fatigue are able to force reality into one frame. Finally, the one phylogon he gets through is the choice. The unchosen fade, but only reluctantly, giving rise to remorse.
And what does the programmer experience when, instead of entering the cloud, he remains resting in the timeless? How does this change the geometry? With no forces requiring one frame to be chosen and no preference for any scenario over another to occur, the frames themselves get thinner and the air amongst all of them starts to mix.
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