Post postscript: POSTHUMAN eyes tears blurred vision sounds scream through over and above the calls of dying departing souls innocent of mortal sins and combat brandy burning acid drip drip drip last rites and wrongs on this makeshift hospital war don't make me fucking laugh again if i let go now it'll spill out and over the dirty grey banners let's get this over with then goodnight moonlight collaborator another time to die for my country we are the new americans in this cannibalistic suicide pact flying casualties of actualities fuck em fuck them all kicked still born out the womb of freedom bomb your neighbours and loot and rape enslave enshrine that true test oh yeah you fucking fuck will stop that dead democracy means never having to say you're sorry and history rights the wrongs of the winners whatever the outcome good dead freedom fighter fuck em fuck them all fuck them all from russia with love.

AXIOMS AXIOM 1: I am a figment of my own imagination. To all my friends who walk the earth, or travel to arrive at the point of departure, tunnels, trains, tracks, going nowhere and somewhere, the Devil may care, taking lost souls to Satan, arriving at the stations of the cross, faces of anger, sad and happy. Do we inhabit the same universe? Go away, come near, go there, come here, mind the track, there's only one at a time. The mind wanders the brain wonders the mechanism learns the learning forgets. Do we share an unconscious reality? Get it back, Random-Lee, Jour-Nee, Not-Me, fade away... Bang! You're with me, flying tree, branch line, take-a-diversion, wonders and wanders... to a place that's not mine, no time. Does free will even exist? AXIOM 2: You are a figment of my imagination. Consciousness, magic, the nature of reality. Crash! Smash the crystal. Break the circuit. There's a communication to make, take, steal, stake, bring, bake. The meaning is real and fake to creak and quake the earth like a monster's roar and the demon’s yawn. Do we share a conscious reality? We walk the floor and lawn to ship and shore and shorn, flip and saw, to hammer and nail, we swim and sail. Without an observer, there are only waves. Cross the sea. Come with me. L... S... D... The next station. Past elation. Now equation. Future duration. The next station. The next. Station. Next. The. Stops. Here. I don't believe in reality, I only believe descriptions. AXIOM 3: I am a figment of your imagination. Are we simply conscious or complexly self-conscious? All myths and religions tell the same story. They describe the collective unconscious, but they reflect the culture of the people who share them. As waves they transcend all existence but they take shape and become solid in shared cultural consciousness. The message we receive is the message that was sent. AXIOM 4: You are a figment of your own imagination. New myths are born every day, waves from cyberspace linking the conscious, the unconscious and the subconscious. Cyberspace made possible by electronics, that is, applied quantum physics. Physics plus psychology and philosophy make the impossible reality. An impossibility becomes real in the creative imagination. AXIOM 5: Reality is a persistent illusion. I don't have a literal belief in anything. I see descriptions, maps of reality. An internal world that descends into the collective unconsciousness and an external world of shared culture that extends into the cosmos. Everything is real that can be mapped, but the map is not reality. Everything is real even as it falls over the edge. Reality is not what it seems, the score is not the music. Culture is shared consciousness. AXIOM 6: We are made of stardust. Every atom. Every particle. Created by nuclear fusion in the heart of a star, every particle every subatomic particle, every photon released in the big bang. Life becomes death in time. AXIOM 7: The universe is alive and conscious. Consciousness exists at a quantum level, below that even of neurons firing. Mental events influence the probability of the outcomes of possible fundamental particles. Neuronal circuits and synapses are interactive. AXIOM 8: The multiverse is the collective unconscious. Sub-atomic particles do not respect the arrow of time. Thoughts move fundamental particles. Unconsciousness travels outside time. Self-consciousness consciously, continuously causes the big bang. Life without death, there is no time at the speed of light. AXIOM 9: We’re here because we're here. The universe exists because it can and we're here to prove it. (1) Our raison d’être is to prove that we exist that is, we are conscious of our reflective self-consciousness. (2) We are here as proof the universe exists it is our shared conscious reality. (3) Consciousness creates the universe on a personal level and by the same token it initiates, moment by moment the ever evolving multiverse. (4) Because we’re here, my dear, because we're here. AXIOM 10: Everything is quantum soup. Fluctuations, entanglement, uncertainty. Fluctuations, entanglement, soup. Particles appear and disappear in the cosmos of the brain. Particles or waves? Two different locations in space but the same location in time? Are thoughts particles or waves? Mental activity in the absence of physical stimuli? Life After Death? Thoughts fly in waves across the mind but then become particles in the brain when they land. AXIOM 11: There are endless possibilities in the multiverse, but consciousness can only support a very few probabilities. In any instant in time, there are an infinity of possibilities that are played out. The one that most efficiently and effectively connects the past to the future is the one that survives. Magical systems come about when the multiverse shifts out of phase with itself. Stacked slices of reality like photographic slides superimposed on each other like an old fashioned radio with a knob for changing the wave band and a dial for tuning the frequency. But if past, present and future all exist concurrently doesn't that mean the universe is deterministic? That our actions are preordained and there is no free will? No, our universe is one of an infinite number of universes that coexist together as an ever evolving, shape shifting, fluid multiverse. We are flying on the wings of Morrigan…