For thousands of years the idea of zero and one perplexed me.  For thousands of years, I have been searching for the basis of our mathematical formulas and love relationships. This whole time I have been driven by one simple fact… I am in love with you.  It is true.  I have never said it to anyone else before.  You are the first one.  To enter into the equation we must subtract what was never added and then multiply it with the time we spent together. 

These technological advances are related directly to our psychic powers.  They have created a framework from which religion has manifested and philosophy flowered.

Can numbers exist without words; words without numbers?  From where do you come?  Inside what do you exist?  Where are you held and nurtured?  Where are you counted? 

I need to know your place of origin because then I will know my own destiny. 

Why have I been searching for you for so long?  The one that existed without a creator…  the one that could say zero things in infinite ways… the one that could say one thing in zero ways… the one that could be, without ever needing to be explained. 

For eternity… cannot exist without this exact moment… and real-iz-ation is embracing… what is inside of you that does not die or give birth.

 

What is inside of us that doesn’t always need to know… the answer and the reason.  As we let go of the future and release from the past… when we overcome the dusty morning, make the bed and still take comfort when there is nothing left—during the day, no reason to stay awake, we have hope… for we know where we will go—to rest.  These revelations, although fleeting are what we count on when there is absolutely nothing left to break.  No more formulas to decipher or codes to create.

And we know we are the same, yet we believe that we are different, because if we didn’t life would be boring.  You merged and returned to us as the name of our child… the name of our pondering, searching and contemplation.  I wanted no birth certificate. I just wanted you to acknowledge that I was inside of you. Without even ever entering, I was inside of you… and you could not exist without me… that was our relationship.  There was no give and take.  It was always just being exchanged.  Continuously, in the shape of a sideways number eight, pushing spirals into DNA—code that dreamed of shape shifting in order for this conversation to explode...

Relationships Are The Cause
Of Our Existence

The relationship I have with you is the only way for me to define we.  And so I need you… more than the light needs the darkness… I need you even more than good needs evil.  I need you so much that good becomes best friends with evil and darkness looks forward to meeting light. 

Looks forward to merging with zerONEss.  A word not pronounced or spoken.  Not written with letters.  A number only used to hold the place of all possibilities.  In all mathematical equations and interactions. An intimate relationship, understood by those who seek not to understand.

Zero is not only emptiness
Zero is also fullness

Zero is not only everything
Zero is also nothing

Zero can neither be
created nor destroyed

No thing may exist without everything being exactly as it is.  Meanwhile, the One Commonly associated with Unity and togetherness, has been discovered as the instigator and cause of separation.  The birth of numbers begins with one’s divorce from Zero.

The birth of duality
begins with one not two

And so the children are ancients marching on the streets.  Risk being pepper sprayed and bruised dark blue by unforgiving rubber bullets.  Millions of people now protesting One.

One’s desire to become liberated from infinity; One’s desire for definition and identity has set it searching for new patterns and relationships.  One’s hunger, passion, and thirst for two, has thrown us head first into conflict and war. 

And the thought of one existing without two gives a human false hope… hope to coexist and see ourselves not separate from one another.  “One” continually gives the illusion of birthing; gives us the illusion that we can all be the same.  When truly we are infinite diversity.

Odd isn’t it?
What we thought was bringing us together was actually causing our separation!

Take the one and bend it with your hands bringing the top to meet the bottom and where have we returned to?  What do we have?  On even days, one is simply a finite version of zero.  On odd days, one is zero simply playing with its form.  But it can only exist in singularity for so long… which is why even the one returns to infinite diversity.  It is within the circular realm that it may exist forever, without any limitations.  It is without the sex that it can reproduce infinitely.

The big bang was a huge orgasm.  While one was created from zero, zero always was.  Never was there not nothing; nor will there be a time when everything does not exist. 

It may not exist as we desire it to be; it may not exist as we remember; it may not exist in the same form, shape, or even unit of measurement; however, it shall always be… zerONEss

-written by HawaH
      (excerpted from his 3rd book, "zerONEss."

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