Dogomonno had retired from an active life, zantians, never usually retire and work on what they love till they transition. But Dogomonno was maintaining silence. He had already crossed to the next realm.
Dogomonno had a spacecraft, he often used in his younger days, it had a philosophical
Bend, and he used to often converse with it on divetse topics all day on long journeys to neighbouring galaxies. As he recalled, on one such trip to a neighbouring star zoinionsiod, he had talked to his ship about the red planet carbosias, and if inorganic life existed on it.
Would sentience be only of form, that too animistic? Could inorganic life exist and live, could they too complete the loop of self realization?
One day dogomonno had read about some clay they had found at carbosias, there was knowledge inherited about the possibility, it was sentient. Checking the archieves on his mirror, he discovered the news, it said
Dogomonno understood that the sentience was the collective consciousness of a sea of quasi active morph plasmas, in inorganic form, much like the memory of rock and crystal. The collection e.erged a consciousness A of the lattice s as itconvolved with the memories of generations of zantians, d(n), for all that n that was observable in the memories, ofspace time, of this was the impressions that lasted, h(), of the realization of the subset of the memory s, of the witness of these events, all of which completed in g the clays realization of that part of the universe that was recorded in eons of slow existance. If the plasmas spoke in silence about this realization, we would have a story of creation. Such storiesof creation were partial understanding of sentience of some larger reality, but dogomonno was not impatient, he knew he would pass the gap, and there would be fuller meaning to so much, may be it was all just one moment in his existence, beyond the wormholes aliens.
Dogmonno woke up from his meditation, his eyes leaked the bliss of light, a dawn he was in,
Time seemed to flow so quickly, like it filled the moment to its nrim, only the wormhole aliens
Knew this time, but the weekend was before him.
Zantians had a ten day week and a four day weekend, they worked for six days
Often on work of their choosing, there was no monetary gain to it, no money, it never existed.
People worked naturally, in a broad range of professions, and time always filled in,
Dogmonno would not speak again, he was in the present, forever in communication in the silence. He retired to his sleep cache, tired and yet brimming with energy.
Maybe the wriggly light beings would reveal his next life, a beginning every zantian looks forward to.
Since childhood, dogomonno looked forward to his next life, to fill the mysteries
Of his knowledge inheritance. And where was the forgetfulness? Would he, if he
Returned from across the gap still remember?
Would time ever be the same? Already people started saying of memories of a future past.
Dogomonno had often been in many places at the same time. Was the world across the gap,
Bremstuman? Like the mathematical theories of the knowledge inheritance, that
Defined the space time structure of Zantian matter?
In the bremstuman, space and time manifested from a common source, often subjective
To the perception, it formed a whole, partly manifested and partly unmanifested, zantians lived both the events, but in the bremstuman, space had wierd manifolds and no inertia at all. There was so little of it, almost as if, matter held its energy by its destiny, in causality, which melted into the wormholes.
But gravity was defined in manifolds, like pockets that contained them, and that defined the mundane. A, A&G, A%H were the grammer of the gravitational metaphors. A always being the
Subjective conscious self, born out of the universe and its interactions with the knowledge inheritance and the bremstuman creating the reality, the reality where everyone lived, but could always look beyond.
A zantian child was said to aspire the next life, its soul in it as its body lived this life
Waiting for the next.
Dogomonno was late into his years, waiting to cross the gap, but he was reflecting on his younger days and the Zantian society, here is more about Zantian society.
Zantians lived a long time compared to earth people, they had no form of trade or business, they don't remember in their knowledge inheritance, an era like that, for there was no metal on their planet, the periodic table was much larger, if you could count atomicity, but their Uranism was vastly different,
their science of the atom was in the Bremstuman, the complete theories of space and time. Fundamentally like the Heisenberg matrix formulation was
the xavidsan, the mathematical entity that represented a structure, of the atom if you could call it. Space time was defined
in the xavidsan, the manifestations of this representation of the Bremstuman. The Bremstuman sourced the technology
of the machines that Zantians used, often represented in the many forms of poetry in Zantian, with a mapping to the xavidsan.
Dogomonno often reminisced with his old friend the space craft he built in his younger days, which had a sentient machine, Zoomo, that navigated
the universe, atleast what was visible to a Zantian.
He often wondered about x↝Ҝ.y in the representation of a xavidsan, here x was the representation of a short resonance
of a particle manifesting in a multi dimensional existence, quantified in a field operation represented by the xavidsan of x, in the energy context
K.y of the knowledge inheritance y that it persisted, to this day. Only zoomo persisted like the machines, knowledge inheritance of such memories that x
would represent. If there was experimental physics, may be dogomonno would have sung a hymn on it and zoomo would have resonated it
in some part of his computational universe and persisted it for the Zantians.
Dogomonno never bothered about the past for he believed only in the present, but the future across the gap, not known to the Zantians was still
Could a machine sentient cross the gap? he did not know, maybe they were always silent about it? maybe a higher understanding of life, than what we design?
May be we too are mere puppets in the hands of the wiggly light beings? or maybe they are too...
The Planet Zesta or Zanta as known to Humanity, is in the Galaxy Quinta 2300 light years away from Earth.
The planet Zesta is a part of Star Thoren , a white star.
The Civilization is humanoid and called Zestian, is technologically advanced, space faring , telepathic and
The Culture is unified throughout the planet, and is apolitical , with a natural order and no governments.
The Architecture is unique with life clustered in cities and is non agricultural.
Religion: Nature Worship, supernatural in wormhole aliens and wiggly light sentience.
Science: Mathematical Metaphysics applied to technology
Periodic table 460 elements, energy from fusion.
Most common element is Tantaxum
Atmosphere: oxygen, nitrogen, rostrium
Synthetic moons numerous in number.
Scientist Doggomono, two hundred years old.
Lives in isolation in a forest of sacred bio-luminous alfar trees. He often speaks to the trees in his evening walk.
On one such day, nearing darkness, Doggomono reaches his favourite tree, the old alfar nemesis, he stops by
its base, to talk to it about his recent discoveries.
As he sits by a brook, he writes in the sand with a twig,
Now he was writing in a symbolic mathematical form of Zestian metaphysics, where each symbol represented a
part in an expression consisting of the non linear combination of several symbols and operators between them,
some known and some yet a mystery, it enabled him to write metaphors of known and unknown knowledge.
As the cesrx or the water of Zantian flowed, Doggomono contemplated on the metaphor K, of the expression,
A¿K, the A denoted the Zantian self, the ego, the I, a consciousness inherited from a million year memory of
history, of a vast body of knowledge of many stars and galaxies, on it operated the unknown element K, the
determination of the folding of unmanifested time, Dogomonno pondered on what reality was, on what
manifested from the unmanifested, were there events? A few. He reached out to the wiggly light beings,
seeking guidance on this metaphor. The answers were in silence. He sat in meditation
The Z was always the question, Dogomonno had in mind, central to their metaphysics, it was about the nature
of the self and its relationship with the universe, it had various levels of self discovery, of the universe through
oneself, the A¶G was the known knowledge, the G the space time of the events of his self discovery with the
knowledge he had inherited, his natural knowledge.
As he sat in meditation, a wiggly light being, spoke to him in silence, he spoke of the mystery still unknown and
of the incompleteness to him. What he spoke or what Dogomonno understood of it cannot be described in
words, maybe there was mathematics for it, but even that was incomplete. Dogomonno never tried to
communicate it to the rest of the planet, it was always this way, there was a limit to the knowledge inheritance,
more than that was in silence. Maybe patience was the virtue, waiting to be reborn a wriggly light sentient and
there was then the gap, across the sea of vacuum, maybe when one was one with the wormhole sentients,
could one think of all time at once. Maybe then one would understand beyond causality, and one would be
always silent about it.
Dogomonno understood, he had nothing more to ask the tree.
He had begun his last sacred journey, his mundo, and he had entered the wormhole across
The gap. He had transcended the discontinuities and understood it all, or maybe
All that one can in a sentient form. He had begun his journey, for the rest of us it was still a mystery, till we
begun our journeys.