Secret of the Universe

From The Maze Where Realities Converge - the psychedelic encyclopedia of reality from The Ultimate Comment

The stated aim of the framework provided by The Ultimate Comment is to discover The Secret Of the Universe. This is usually considered to be similar to "The Meaning of Life", being the thing that cosmologists (or philosophers in the case of the latter) are always seeking. One of the main criticisms immediately leveled at the Ultimate Comment is that the secret of the universe is something totally unobtainable via the means through which were are attempting to obtain it. The main rebuttal to this is other cosmologists, if we are to be classed as such, have a no greater chance of explaining the secret of the universe by the means which they espouse, such as examining the moments after the big bang and so forth, though they may discover truths about the universe which are currently unknown ("secrets"), which we also do, however, we're more likely to get the actual secret because we have a system set up around the inevitability of that truth, while most cosmologists seem pretty resigned about its unobtainability (except those of religion). The other criticism is that there is no secret of the universe, which is patently untrue, in as much as all effects are generally traced back in a hierarchical manner to a more general cause, and we expect this pattern to continue for the Secret.

The secret of the universe is also a poem about spinning, which is a noted part of the Ultimate Comment, tied in with prophecies and the correct use of the Dimensional Transfunctioner.

The Secret of the Universe
By Edward Dowden (1843–1913)

AN ODE
(By a Western Spinning Dervish)


I SPIN, I spin, around, around,
And close my eyes,
And let the bile arise
From the sacred region of the soul’s Profound;
Then gaze upon the world; how strange! how new! 5
The earth and heaven are one,
The horizon-line is gone,
The sky how green! the land how fair and blue!
Perplexing items fade from my large view,
And thought which vexed me with its false and true 10
Is swallowed up in Intuition; this,
This is the sole true mode
Of reaching God,
And gaining the universal synthesis
Which makes All—One; while fools with peering eyes 15
Dissect, divide, and vainly analyse.
So round, and round, and round again!
How the whole globe swells within my brain,
The stars inside my lids appear,
The murmur of the spheres I hear 20
Throbbing and beating in each ear;
Right in my navel I can feel
The centre of the world’s great wheel.
Ah peace divine, bliss dear and deep,
No stay, no stop, 25
Like any top
Whirling with swiftest speed, I sleep.
O ye devout ones round me coming,
Listen! I think that I am humming;
No utterance of the servile mind 30
With poor chop-logic rules agreeing
Here shall ye find,
But inarticulate burr of man’s unsundered being.
Ah, could we but devise some plan,
Some patent jack by which a man 35
Might hold himself ever in harmony
With the great whole, and spin perpetually,
As all things spin
Without, within,
As Time spins off into Eternity, 40
And Space into the inane Immensity,
And the Finite into God’s Infinity,
Spin, spin, spin, spin.