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III

IT: THE VOICE

Sound: The Mental Scaffolding of the Subconscious

What began in fear and opposition,

became the Agreement Process; the single

most lethal action ever enacted upon an entire generation

in the name of civilized good.

—J. P. Beyor, Through the Labyrinth to the Invisible Self (Vol. II)

THE HUMAN MIND IS A MULTIFACETED and ambidextrous orb capable of assimilating impulses for balance, posture, walking, visual acuity and the delicate senses of taste, smell and touch. The human mind is capable of examining and identifying everything, within an introspection, so fast that there can be no computer invented that can do all that the mind and body can do with its vast cerebral network of impulses. The dynamics of the human being are always either entering new sensual/intellectual highs or succumbing to such exasperating despair that the existing knowledge, replete with taught mental impasse, is not able to rise above it.

In a traverse of the elements of speech, we strive to conduct our mumbling into mutually received and conjointly logical communication of tacitly marked sensual cues. Language is spoken, not just with words, but with movement and action as well. Words are the lowest and poorest denominators applied to the task of expression. Words are like empty shells that lie fallow and dormant without the full and combined use of our sensory perception—the satisfaction of minute and voluminous collections of information detected by the masterful skills of the five senses.

Speech is a culmination of sound that falls on the otic nerve. Sound interplays with continually incoming information that is absorbed and assimilated through all the senses for thorough cross-reference of tangible matter. Beyond that which is palpable through the senses is the luminosity of culminated perceptions: an ever-balancing wall of color and sound and fragrance and succulence.

What, specifically, are the properties of sound that cause it to fit or not to fit within the grand connections of sensual awareness? What credence do we give to sound that we do not accord to the other senses? What reason is there for separating the senses? How can one or two be placed above the others?

Before any sounds are registered as more than background noise, the brain must inscribe them into its vast body of intrinsic codes and extraneous, emblematic prototypes. It imprints them as vibratory intonations only, with pitch and meter undefined and diffusely connected to the harmonic whole of life. In such an undefined state, sound does not embody cause, but distills and dilates effect. Undefined, sound does not incarnate reason, but expands sensual stimulus. Purely received into sensory awareness, there is no ideation of want to disconnect it.

Sound, separated from its unnamed and unmarked whole, is isolated for the purpose of locating distinction and applying labels. Once distinction is made and labels are designated, there is the continual search for a particular corresponding sound. Once a particular distinction is made, separation is easily marked out and presented for memory enhancement, and what was once only sound becomes speech. Sound, then, becomes active memory processing of referred sounds. Sound is the original scaffolding of the subconscious. It is worth noting that the perception of vision is not similarly enhanced for memory. What is perceived visually is made manifest through speech and nomenclature. The eyes are treated as mere windows into the vacuum of what was once the complete sensual or fully-dimensioned self. There does not exist a purely visual language, for we name what we see with distinct particulars of utilitarian sounds. Symbols, then, only to vision and sound, represent instrumental mental replay. This is dualistic inductive increment for secondary exchange.

Sound becomes a jarring mechanism that is ignobly erected and contrived as word symbology, then, as knowledge, validated. Through the use of such base instruments of sound, chains of speech are formed from and for memory enhancement and manipulation of ideas. Through the use of matching reciprocal glossaries, tags and labels become agreeable terms. That which is retained in memory becomes subconscious affect. This is manifest tokenism. We are trapped inside label manifest for outcome.

The agreement process is enacted through sound and speech that are residuals of paradox think. The mind is, then, set in holding: impasse. Impasse is correct action framing.

We use the written word to express what is locked in impasse. Selection and distinction of sound blocks afferent cognition and maintains speech as the common denominator of knowledge in definitive and wanted circumstance. Knowledge supersedes combined sixth sense. The illusion of time and action becomes symbolic momentum, as circumstance becomes symbolic momentum. We automatically respond to and converge upon sound and sight that suggest movement: We are in love with action and speed. Momentum is the turning of symbols as though on a conveyor. Time is moved by verb until all practical language is transitory and vacuous, so quickly does implied and specified meaning shift. Jargon is jargon, no matter that it comes from the street, from law, from journalistic news or from electronic communication. Designer words are as fashionably fickle as designer clothes.

Memory is enhanced by the vibratory patterns of sound that imbue it with a self-assured existence in assumptive promise: One result for one effect. Momentum is favored for progress. Passive memory, still tied to the other senses, continues to throw information into the cerebral pot. The tracking of the external becomes muddled as the sixth sense matrix of touch, taste, smell and vision is overpowered by active memory pursuit of sound paralleled synthetically to word manifest. The ears, when used alone, are like blinders and mufflers: they impede the sensual being through selection of a priori half life information and assigned cohesive charge: the assured belief that words culminate and securely fashion chains of words and translate and transport artificially converging knowledge into resource, empowerment or resultant end. Tomorrow is future bright by disregard of all effective action upon accepted promise.

Words are but tiny props for support of the grand momentum of entity. Our labels are the names by which we deceive ourselves and with which we surround ourselves in a superfluous right and feigned good that is begot by manipulation accepted and in want to join and use.

Our pride in knowledge and our steadfast ability to agree becomes a mask for the searching, convulsing self, the thing that we seek to destroy through reason. In our dreams, we ache for the self that seems to elude us when it does not elude us at all; rather, it is we who will not come face to face. The R.I.P. is always present.

In repose, the sensual dimension claims the sleeping body with its assimilation and rumination of thought. We long for our dignity and of dignity we are unworthy. To know oneself first requires sincerity: The sapient specie is cunning and dividing even unto itself. In R.I.P., the creature, behind solid layers, is defective but is convinced, through agreement, that it is acting by right. Blame is manifold intent without concern for its actions.

Dignity is that which cannot be sanctioned—cannot be bought and sold nor propped up nor pretended. Our pride in the building of half life in word is willingly applied, by us, to the imprisonment of full life. The hasty taking of position, badges, medals, hats, crowns, certification and license appeals to our need for ersatz momentum.

Impasse has become so huge that the human being is dwarfed and humbled before the titanic presence of our own invention. We have built it well and made it sturdy: It can destroy us. It is hungry and demanding and employs sound as its ally and adjutant. Sound is the It and the Voice that controls and commands the minds of things: It demands agreement to its dominion. It cannot survive outside impasse. But it seals all exits from the noisy mouth of its labyrinth.

There was a time, some two thousand years ago, when speech and the reverberation of the written word had little value for persuasion and inveigling. As those charged with the authority of entity came to understand the use of language for the dissipation of individual will in favor of group will, language and speech became the postulates used to annul the human being. Tolerance levels could be stretched and pulled. The human being could be misshaped: twisted and contorted as reason could be moved about and relocated. The promise enhanced itself by following.

The voice of reason besieged the frail being that is human and cast it into a netherworld of made meaning and control. The more that this inferno was stoked and fed, the louder the treacherous voice of the moving it became until it made demands for place and position and status. Sound and momentum became the glory and the power. Man was moving, and moving in speed was rapture. The world has not been the same since the voice became It and It became paradox.

As the sound of the voice of It increased in volume, in speed and acuity, those who professed love for its noise were given ancillary jobs and a share in the agreement of future promise. From a proud and errant seed grew a many-tentacled spectacle wrapping its coils around the essence that is human, wringing it of its natural gentility and replacing it with the deadness of compliance. Brave by reason of size and bold by reason of authority, it gained control over all new sounds. Meaning became aligned with motion, speed, consumption and power.

Voice tagged and recorded new symbols and saved them. It wrote its own excuse and called it history, rife with half fact for designed truth and innovative lambastes and censoring jargon. It learned failsafe. It, as entity, sought reprieve and salvation from its own plunderous bargaining and smarmy promise, and it granted itself, in agreement, such relief. The voice of It justifies and redeems itself always. It takes no blame but assigns it. Without blame loop, it falters. If paradox falls, entity will find more powerful bromides with which to brand and subdue its miscreants.

In the twentieth century, It evolved, through technology, into a thing of unprecedented entitlement. It could move at the speed of sound itself. The voice of It became as close to its subjects as a local television broadcast and as intimate as a video recorder. Endless pictures of widespread waste and desolation inflicted by the voice of It flashed and blinked and crackled from all appliances of broadcast media. Pictures became the word. The voice of It soared above the minions who adhered to its oily promise and agreed to its purpose and, yet, mourned the loss of their volition. No vote could appease it and no prayer could temper it.

Intention and duty to intention confirmed synthetic time. No longer did the voice require sanction. It became sanction and it decreed sanction and bequeathed it. The voice, as function, became its own failsafe.

Falsified paradox is impasse, last reason held: It is the voice of last reason. Last reason is reason extinguished, and the middle will not hold.

Fear of the unknown is the shame that becomes reason. What is more deafening: Secret voice against silence or secret silence against voice? Innate fear is automatic and unconscious. Fear of fear is exponential subconscious knowledge and fear of the unknown, then, is a semblance of knowledge: impulsive, slick and cunning. With its own primordial pool, it is a merciless predator.

Fear that is without disclaiming fear is the interrogative of self. Fear is the question mark that is the key for opening all shut doors. Fear is friend to the beast and its liberator. Fear is friend: To walk through the doors to self, one need only touch it. By opening the doors to self, what would be fear is not fear, for it is through fear that we question motive when impasse reason is challenged.

Does religion encourage us to interrogate ourselves through natural fear or does it reinforce the barricades of iconic fear? Is religion about God or about the implantation of iconic fear? Does religion embrace fear of the unknown as misrepresented fear of another implanted counter-fear—for use as a saving grace and a hooking promise for those who think that they need a safe anti-fear religion and a god of resignation who can subdue interrogative fear—without, even once, getting close to the one complete sensual self?

Religion makes things easy: Design one word for one flat dimension and one salvation by subjugation to duty; split the creature into two dissimilar and opposing halves. Blame is for profit.

Religion is paradox ideated and We personified.

Does politics protect the welfare of the few for the common good of many or does it provoke timid citizens into civil disobedience merely to keep themselves from being pushed too far? Do politicians hastily depict goodness and correctness with a quick change of hat or position or service to words? Does politics thrive on fear of the unknown or subconsciously implemented fear of fear as an impetus to vote? What are the fears that are sold back to us as overseers of our fate? Do politicians urge us to war only for our own killing urge? What shape has political jargon? What sound does the voice provoke in us? Does fear remain as friend or foe?

Politics is paradox with weapons drawn and muscle at its command. Blame loop is nearly exclusive to the machinery of war or police action.

The matching of natural fear to implemented fear is provoker function or impetus to obey. Fear is inverted so that what we fear subjects us. The job of religion and politics is to provoke habit into duty, reason for reason and result for result. Without provoker function, blame cannot form a closed loop: impasse. Fear of fear and fear of the unknown insist upon blame in lieu of discovery. Anti-fear becomes reason over reason. Think-factory process stems from the provocation of reasoned blame thrust, strategic advantage and a working hypocrisy.

Knowledge is impasse by paradox.

Reason is failsafe to paradox.

The agreement process is paradox.

Can there become a disorder of convention and still remain an order that unifies? Disorder heightens the realization and execution of paradox and justifies it. Truth is the validated means of production and the share-held impasse of I-We-They: Entity.

Can the realization of locked paradox forestall a chain of events linked by ever-mounting stores of failsafe, blame and ever-thinning false tolerance levels?

Paradox unrealized is paradox installed and set. Patterns of events are set in paradox. Truth benefits from sets of facts made for truth. Replay for replay alters nothing. We live suspended in an altered state: Fear is not our friend and words are our deceivers.

Events that have become set in the linkage of paradox cannot be stopped. Is there an alternative action?

It is not action nor speed nor sound that is needed. It is not impetus to function nor any provocation.

We live in a state of disjoined parallels. Nothing will happen that does not first happen in feeling. If reason fails feeling and feeling fails reason, we will continue half life in paradox with failsafe entailing, and the voice of last reason will be the last voice of blame.

Blame will be the voice of the next logic-illogic and its pitch and its frequency will rise until its wail stretches boundaries of tolerance to the point of shattering.

When the human being breaks down, the sense of hearing is the last sense to fall away. When we can no longer hear above the ultra-high frequencies of paradox, our undoing, as a unique specie of creature, has begun.

Universal parallel of consciousness must be rejoined and the wound of the R.I.P. healed or it will be misshaped into a sub-parallel of irreparable despair.

The pretense of allowed involvement is not subject to caprice. It is a "get away with" attestation for joining cause and it is the reason that fear causes belief. Is it feeling, thrown back to self-interrogation, that defines the cutting edge of fear, or is it circular reason at the center of a circular maze, a labyrinth of made-meant-mean sub-parallel subconscious demoralization of self? Words carry impulse. Our invented manifest reality is noun/verb false reactions.

If stripped of reason, the human being would be inanimate and mute. He could then, in his silence, know that reason is performance and expectation of performance. He could understand that speed and momentum are connotations of mock time and mock progress.

What if performance could be pulled from reason? Could there then, both in fact and in pretense to fact, remain a memory-enhanced active feeling that what is missing is not performance at all, nor deed, but calm? Could it be that motion, as the means for approaching some distant place, is in active want of elapsed time to travel, a defined axis between stillness and motion, between stimulus and no stimulus? Can elapsed time, then, be defined as active memory? If time is defunct and future an artifact, where are we going? In stillness, we are going where we are now. We are, outside time and without future, our own memory.

The insistence upon crossing distances is measured in and by reason and in terms of false wants.

Must we forthrightly blame all that is silent into motion whether we want to or not? Must we eternally kick the bees' nest to know the fury of the stinging bees?

Motion is a steadily accelerated force exerted on or for or against an object or a conviction. Nature has a sinuous undulation; a cadence that we cannot decipher. It pulls and does not push in its sway; it is silent.

We are the voice of It and the voice of the We of They. Our duty to entity is our sacred reason, and it demands every morsel and every strain of self to be delivered.

Without the clear self-inherent sounds of all our senses overlapped in dulcet unison of one full voice, we can never become silent enough to know the calm inside. We need not exist disjointed in the dark hole of the R.I.P. The subconscious sub-parallel of the word can be felt and dissolved into one voice with interrogative fear as its friend in universal parallel of complete thought.

There is a quiet voice that turns the human essence over and over again until no turning is necessary until, stillness to stillness, parallels are blended.

Fear is the teller of circumstance: emotionally enhanced in the full life and freedom of the creature, the most gentle and loving thing on earth.