The Pulse: The Allspace & Ovular 1
The Eggs of Cosmic Chance
Long before any of the befores recorded in the annals of history, the first animate life materialized out of thin air. All of a sudden there appeared, God knows how, the amorphous, sponge-like entities called the Absorbent Beings. These Beings were the first to mirror in their infractious minds the structures of their native solar system, Ovular 1, which was composed of vapour streams, nutrient rich filaments, and electric impulses.
The cosmos in which the Absorbent Beings existed was egg-shaped, except that the yoke was always in the exact centre. It was the first cosmos to appear in the Great Void. Then, in one single gigantic Pulse, this cosmos expanded, hatching six cosmic Eggs.
Graphic 1: 6 directions plus Pulse 1
A nanosecond later, a second Pulse occurred, and the six cosmic Eggs hatched into 36.
A third Pulse hatched these 36 into 216 cosmic Eggs.
Once the 216 cosmic Eggs were hatched, the Absorbent Beings did what they were (by all appearances) created to do. As each of their minds took in the structure of Ovular 1, each became a miniature solar system. Other solar systems, galaxies, galaxies clusters, and galactic walls soon followed, all of which were infracted deep into the infinite substructures of their sponge-like being. Each Absorbent Being was roughly the size and shape of a jelly-fish, yet like Walt Whitman they contained multitudes. Each one was a cosmos, of Ovular 1 the Son.
The Absorbent Beings roamed far and wide, yet they always kept in contact with each other. In each pulse, generated from the prime circle of their being — beneath and within which were infracted a trillion trillion worlds — they communicated to their fellow Absorbent Beings what they had found. In time, the Absorbent Beings travelled to each of the 216 cosmic Eggs.
After thoroughly infracting the 216 realms inside them, they sailed for aeons into the Great Void, searching for any sign of a cosmos, a galaxy, a planet, even a stray rock or beam of light. They found nothing at all. After 23 billion years of exploration, after travelling trillions of yottaparsecs into the Void, they were forced to conclude there were no other cosmic Eggs. Nor could they find any sign of a Chicken, Cocoon, Larva, or even a Spore.
The Absorbent Beings had a hard time coming to terms with this apparent fact, and stubbornly insisted that they simply hadn’t travelled far enough into the Void to find evidence of anything else. Number Two Hundred and Sixteen pulsed this belief most succinctly: If you can think of a limit to space, you can think of somewhere outside this limit where someone else is thinking the same thing. Absorbent Being Number One, however, disagreed. She felt that there was something special, something unique about the 216 cosmic Eggs. They had hatched from Nothing in a sort of Divine Moment. And by from Nothing she meant that there was really nothing else. Besides, she argued, if there was something else, they would have discovered it by now.
The Void around the 216 cosmic Eggs was so vast that the Absorbent Beings saw no harm in stretching their tentacle legs and seeing what they might perchance create. They had long since mastered the art of infraction, but had not fully explored the uses they might make of refraction — that is, of reversing the infraction process so that instead of taking in spatial structures, they projected them outward. It was like sitting inside a windowless room, looking at the image inside a mirror and the projecting this image somewhere outside the house. Given that the Absorbent Beings were intimately connected to every structural aspect of the image in the mirror, they were also capable of influencing — distorting, accelerating, contorting, amplifying, contracting, etc. — this image before they diced it into the Void. These special Eggs they called the Eggs of Cosmic Chance.
The Absorbent Beings took what they knew about the formation of stars, and expanded the contours of the Omnislocus or the Allspace (that is, everything that exists in our four-dimensional time-space continuum). Throwing their knowledge like stardust into the Void, stars and galaxies sprouted like mushrooms in an Irish glade. Worlds began to spin around magnetic poles, gravitational matrices, and chains of ether. Galactic walls began to stretch from one part of a newly-diced cosmic Egg to the next.
The Absorbent Beings diced purple Eggs, bright green Eggs, Eggs of neon matter, Eggs of lattice flame, burnished silicon Eggs, Eggs of incandescent streaks, etcetera et ad infinitum. The fringes of the Omnislocus became as colourful as a Ukrainian Easter egg. The fringes became a layer, and layers accumulated, numerous as sands upon the beach of Time.
The Absorbent Beings had become as gods who loved nothing more than playing dice with all time and space.
Among the Absorbent Beings who looked out over the vast stretches of Time, Fra Sole was Number 36. This number didn’t suggest the prestige of being Number 6, the sacred number of spatial extension itself. It didn’t suggest the four cardinal directions, plus the two vertical directions, which could be spun in any direction, north or south, up or down, constituting a hypothetical stability only. The exact directions were practical, yet always temporary points of reference.
images: tumbling rolling six-directional cubes
Yet 36 did embody the first multiplication of the Primal Extension. One occurrence doesn’t suggest a pattern, yet two occurrences do. In this sense, Six was merely a tadpole, and Thirty-Six was the full-grown Leviathan.
Yet Thirty-Six was aloof from such considerations. He requested that the other Beings simply call him Fra Sole instead. When some of his fans argued that he was spacial, Fra Sole observed that the numbering system was completely arbitrary, having been decided 788 exotillion years ago by the throw of an enormous die with 216 sides.
Still, Beings passed him in the Allspace Stream and thought to themselves, There goes Thirty-Six. Not Thirty-Five or Thirty-Seven. Thirty-Six. There must be a reason the Die chose him to be Thirty-Six. Like the rest of us, he dices suns, universes, and cosmic Eggs into existence. But his dice tumbles into this quadrant or that, determined by his status as Thirty-Six. There has to be a reason that he, and no one else, is The Incarnation of the Primal Multiplication of the Divine Number Six.
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