The Invisible Ark
This is so you understand me when I say “get in the boat.”
When I bring clouds over the earth and the bow is seen in the clouds, I will remember my covenant that is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh, and the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh.1
I discovered New Dithyrambia 29 years ago, as I was sailing through my senior year in college. It was simply beautiful then, a lush green land of rhythm and vitality.2
I mapped the coastline and I knew that I didn’t understand, but I assumed that I would “learn.”
But there are trees and there are forests, and living in a forest one only sees trees. Trees are not forests.
One needs perspective, and perspective comes only with experience.
Follow the Drinkin’ Gourd
The deaths of my fathers filled me with a new sense of responsibility for my own family, and set me running toward freedom, in search of justice and equality. I had no idea how dangerous it was to attempt to live freely, responsibly, creatively, with love. I soon came into conflict with every single aspect of the cybernetic dystopia we call ℝeality, and found myself shipwrecked on the coast of that land I discovered long ago.
Maroon Colony
There are other runaways here. It’s hard to make a new life amid the blockades and embargoes, but we will survive. At the very least we will communicate our hard-won knowledge and dearly purchased perspective to our children. The seas are rising, but this flood is manmade.
It’s the flood of oblivion. History falsified and obscured, knowledge drowned and submerged, science distorted and corrupt, every identifiable aspect of every human culture subverted to exploitation, all creative intellect recruited to personalized, real-time, systematic deception.
5D Free State
The masters thereby convince the world, precisely by their abuse and mistreatment of it, that history belongs to them, and that it’s more or less bunk anyway. Over hundreds of generations, down dozens of centuries, via enclosure after enclosure, they have forced this lie upon us, and taken more of the world up into this illusion.
In ℝeality, life is a sort of static frame, a gate through which individuals pass, living more or less random lives in more or less the same manner, one after the other, forever. There are patterns to lives, sure. There may even be cycles of types of lives lived. But the passage of time can’t really matter in ℝeality, because it is oriented around the gate, the frame, the individual lifespan. When you look at it that way, there is nothing out of which to make “history,” really. Nothing ever changes—not really. It can’t. People are a series of things that pass through a gate, undergo some sort of process, and then are more or less gone. Like widgets or cows.
Length + Width + Depth + Time
This is quite obviously an exploiter’s-eye view. And that is why it is the basis of ℝeality. It is the dominant material relationship grasped as an idea. It is the central ideology of class society, all the way back.
The masters of ℝeality don’t care about history because they care only about themselves. Though, to be fair, they care quite a lot about “time”—countable ticks suitable for calculating wages or interest.
Our work these millennia has enabled our masters to seize control of numerous natural biological, chemical, and physical processes, almost all cultural, emotional, and psychological processes, to monopolize all means of production, to bend the entire world’s population to their will, to make themselves literally masters of this distorted universe, and yet… They are powerless to do anything about the climate crisis. None among them can muster a defense of our habitat, the literal basis of human existence. There is no statecraft, no conquest by division, for which neglect of this problem could be a reasonable strategy.
The masters of ℝeality are most profoundly irresponsible, irredeemably incompetent. We live in four dimensions, and we have given them control of three. That’s almost everything. It’s enough to enslave all of humanity and destroy every living creature. But it’s not enough. Their function prevents them from taking the fourth dimension seriously, let alone mastering it.
+ Accountability
That is left to us, the runaway slaves, those who steal themselves away, through dark forests, across treacherous waters, our life and death in our very own hands. To find a home. This is already more than many have been able to dream, even despite having and raising children. Handling one’s life deliberately; taking one’s time in one’s hands, in discrete chunks, to shape it; choosing actions with wisdom, planning, and foresight. This is mastery of the fourth dimension, which is living in the fifth.
For us there are no “unforeseen consequences.” Not anymore. We know how things work. That’s just another word for “externalities,” which is a euphemism for exploitation.
No one is more or less gone. Even those that class society has destroyed body and soul, under pyramids, in wars, on plantations, in prisons and offices—even they live on in our desperate need for love and freedom. They are why and how it has come to this. We will live on in our children, and our craft will ensure that they know how to live.
Art
A sphere appears to be a circle in two dimensions, and the Invisible Ark appears to be art in three and a sort of real-life, contemporary-historical performance art in four. I assure you that it is not. It is an actual conveyance, and construction is ongoing here and at http://invisibleark.cloud.
Locality and Temporality at World’s End
New Dithyrambia is everywhere and nowhere, because it is literally the edge of ℝeality. It is the cosmic shore from which a precious remnant will launch its search for a new home worthy of our humanity.
If you get here, you are welcome to board! We need all the help we can get, and there’s plenty of work to go around.
Genesis 9:14–15 NRSV.
New Dithyrambia is “on top of” Paisley Park via a sort of quantum superposition.
