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Entering the Dark Ark of the Moment Crack! Boom! Flash!— thunderous explosion of the greatest magnitude and brilliance from a pinpoint of dark this universe is born again— La Vita Nuova heavenly life in all its mystery— dark matter, dark energy, thick and fast blur of couples— protons and electrons reproducing the table of elements from baby hydrogen to uranium and everything in between— the body's resurrection, sense by sense, man, woman, child— dream of essence from the flowering field of desires heaped on desires filling up palace pleasure-domes like Kublai Khan whose monumental "I" of stone must sink as all titanic egos by the sands of time. A whole heavenly city is gleaming— nets of nerve synapses firing and dying love and regret reflecting in all the jewels on this Net of Indra— the presence of Giorgione's Tempesta, petites madeleines of Proust's lost time, seeing Saint Jerome's vision of life, and Christ's Passion in Veronica's Veil. Maya, Maya— this world but an illusion, a computer simulation beeped in space by some timeless Supermind playing not Second Life but Infinite Life of matrix games. Hold still and catch the gap between thoughts— entering the Dark Ark of the moment into the Light of Now beyond two by two of presence and absence lies Nirvana where Han Yu has slain his crocodiles, thousands have crossed Joshu's stone bridge, Old Man of the Sea has found his way home, and Mona Lisa is still smiling. — Peter Y. Chou Mountain View, 7-20-2009 |