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In the realm of the beyond not even the old ones knew where he came from. On an early spring the beyond simply recognized that there was someone else in the game. He never claimed his name, he was always polite and never ever demanded his status to be acknowledged, and hence he didn’t have one.
What he did do however, is go to the old ones to ask for a favor;
A request never before encountered, a demand so critical as to be unthinkable.
The favor?
Simple, he asked of them to change the price of welcome.
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The cost of welcome, was not really the issue, everybody knew that welcoming is the quintessential process of life par excellence, thus the cost is infinite. What no one was certain about was the kind of infinite, for as all know infinities come in many guises and flavors, small infinities, great infinities, parallel infinities, cardinalities, real infinities, countable infinities, uncountable infinities, formalized infinities, philosophical infinities, and these are only the non emotionally implicative infinities.
When one entered into the realm of emotional infinities the problem of defining the real became a nightmare not of calculation but of value assessment and potential measurement, for how was one to define the love infinity, the beauty infinity, the aesthetic infinity or as the old ones used to say the emotionally laden infinity of welcoming.
Indeed no other infinity was even close to the complexity of welcoming, the reason had to do with the nature of mythical time of course, but the issue at play in our case here was that the old ones somehow always knew what the cost was, the haggle therefore was forever about the value, which was the defining criterion for the price.
Thus it came to be that in the realm of the beyond, no other question was ever so deep or so discussed or so misunderstood as the eternal question of:
How welcome are you?
The take as is the case in such matters is that there are at least three different points of referential calculation; one was how the receiver of the welcome understood the welcoming process. The second was how the welcoming party understood the process of welcoming and the third and most complex was the manner by which welcoming was performed in the flow of the moment.
The issue at play is not so simple as it might appear on first sight because as welcoming is a multidimensional process, it carries as such both a state of affairs that is semi-stable (but can oscillate into another infinity) and a dynamic ratio of sense perception allowing the flow of the moment to change unexpectedly.
Some equate the complexity of welcoming to weather systems in strange locations, but others say that weather is a much too simple and quite predictable system.
No, they say welcoming is so complex that the full resources of the multiverse cannot account for the computation needed to resolve the deceptively simple question of:
How welcome are you?
Furthermore we need take into account that welcoming is a process of destabilization of encounters, and re-stabilization on a different dimension than the one at the start of the procedure. That is why in the realm of the beyond a very careful analysis of the price of welcoming has been in the works for the last eon or so, a kalpa maybe, but then they always take their time, they are after all, the old ones, and thus are welcome to it.
Being welcome to time is the crux of the matter; plainly there is no other manner to interpret welcoming as costing infinity, of whatever kind, because if we were to dismantle the set of all times and all dimensions, into ‘you are welcome’ parameters (making the constant of adjustment as ‘you are welcome to ‘it’’ in which ‘it’ is never defined) the resultant geometry would be inconsistent with time dissolution. Obviously this could not do, time could not welcome everybody all the time, imagine the horror of everybody all the time, taking their time, if only because they are welcome to it.
What was therefore the solution to this intricate computational perspectivism as I prefer to look at it, is to welcome the price in conjunction with its value, thus in a very real sense welcoming infinity becomes welcoming the moment, a kind of superposition of welcoming flows.
Resolving the complex incongruity of:
How welcome are you?
Became if so a simple matter of courtesy, of gentleness, of allowance, of, in other words, accepting the realm of the constant as the empty moment of re-assessment.
By performing this proto-process, lets call it, the old ones, in a sense, temporarily relinquished their hold on the flow allowing transmutation to occur and magic to happen.
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Therefore when he asked to change the price of welcome, they had no choice but to listen.
He was, it goes without saying, welcome to their deliberations.
They, naturally, were welcome to his mind.
-
In his mind they found something surprising and quite extraordinary, they found a welcoming state, unified under one banner of description, (a mathematical impossibility of course), joined as a totality of an aesthetic experience which they could not fathom.
They thought it was an infinite form of love (but could not find a receiver), then they pondered that it might be an infinity of beauty (but could not find an object), lastly they guessed that it might be an infinity of wisdom but ‘it’ was empty and 'they' were welcome to ‘it’.
-
Having no other recourse the old ones finally asked for his name,
“I am Maeva “, he said, “and in case you may desire to know ‘it’ means, “Welcome””.
-
There and then the old ones realized that whatever price Maeva will desire for the ‘Welcome’ will be granted, he was indeed welcome to ‘it’.
“And what price would you like to set to your ‘welcome’?” they asked
To which he responded:
“ I am Maeva and I welcome you all…. "
—
Part of the Ultrashorts Project
What he did do however, is go to the old ones to ask for a favor;
A request never before encountered, a demand so critical as to be unthinkable.
The favor?
Simple, he asked of them to change the price of welcome.
—
The cost of welcome, was not really the issue, everybody knew that welcoming is the quintessential process of life par excellence, thus the cost is infinite. What no one was certain about was the kind of infinite, for as all know infinities come in many guises and flavors, small infinities, great infinities, parallel infinities, cardinalities, real infinities, countable infinities, uncountable infinities, formalized infinities, philosophical infinities, and these are only the non emotionally implicative infinities.
When one entered into the realm of emotional infinities the problem of defining the real became a nightmare not of calculation but of value assessment and potential measurement, for how was one to define the love infinity, the beauty infinity, the aesthetic infinity or as the old ones used to say the emotionally laden infinity of welcoming.
Indeed no other infinity was even close to the complexity of welcoming, the reason had to do with the nature of mythical time of course, but the issue at play in our case here was that the old ones somehow always knew what the cost was, the haggle therefore was forever about the value, which was the defining criterion for the price.
Thus it came to be that in the realm of the beyond, no other question was ever so deep or so discussed or so misunderstood as the eternal question of:
How welcome are you?
The take as is the case in such matters is that there are at least three different points of referential calculation; one was how the receiver of the welcome understood the welcoming process. The second was how the welcoming party understood the process of welcoming and the third and most complex was the manner by which welcoming was performed in the flow of the moment.
The issue at play is not so simple as it might appear on first sight because as welcoming is a multidimensional process, it carries as such both a state of affairs that is semi-stable (but can oscillate into another infinity) and a dynamic ratio of sense perception allowing the flow of the moment to change unexpectedly.
Some equate the complexity of welcoming to weather systems in strange locations, but others say that weather is a much too simple and quite predictable system.
No, they say welcoming is so complex that the full resources of the multiverse cannot account for the computation needed to resolve the deceptively simple question of:
How welcome are you?
Furthermore we need take into account that welcoming is a process of destabilization of encounters, and re-stabilization on a different dimension than the one at the start of the procedure. That is why in the realm of the beyond a very careful analysis of the price of welcoming has been in the works for the last eon or so, a kalpa maybe, but then they always take their time, they are after all, the old ones, and thus are welcome to it.
Being welcome to time is the crux of the matter; plainly there is no other manner to interpret welcoming as costing infinity, of whatever kind, because if we were to dismantle the set of all times and all dimensions, into ‘you are welcome’ parameters (making the constant of adjustment as ‘you are welcome to ‘it’’ in which ‘it’ is never defined) the resultant geometry would be inconsistent with time dissolution. Obviously this could not do, time could not welcome everybody all the time, imagine the horror of everybody all the time, taking their time, if only because they are welcome to it.
What was therefore the solution to this intricate computational perspectivism as I prefer to look at it, is to welcome the price in conjunction with its value, thus in a very real sense welcoming infinity becomes welcoming the moment, a kind of superposition of welcoming flows.
Resolving the complex incongruity of:
How welcome are you?
Became if so a simple matter of courtesy, of gentleness, of allowance, of, in other words, accepting the realm of the constant as the empty moment of re-assessment.
By performing this proto-process, lets call it, the old ones, in a sense, temporarily relinquished their hold on the flow allowing transmutation to occur and magic to happen.
-
Therefore when he asked to change the price of welcome, they had no choice but to listen.
He was, it goes without saying, welcome to their deliberations.
They, naturally, were welcome to his mind.
-
In his mind they found something surprising and quite extraordinary, they found a welcoming state, unified under one banner of description, (a mathematical impossibility of course), joined as a totality of an aesthetic experience which they could not fathom.
They thought it was an infinite form of love (but could not find a receiver), then they pondered that it might be an infinity of beauty (but could not find an object), lastly they guessed that it might be an infinity of wisdom but ‘it’ was empty and 'they' were welcome to ‘it’.
-
Having no other recourse the old ones finally asked for his name,
“I am Maeva “, he said, “and in case you may desire to know ‘it’ means, “Welcome””.
-
There and then the old ones realized that whatever price Maeva will desire for the ‘Welcome’ will be granted, he was indeed welcome to ‘it’.
“And what price would you like to set to your ‘welcome’?” they asked
To which he responded:
“ I am Maeva and I welcome you all…. "
—
Part of the Ultrashorts Project
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