Cosmological + Ontological = Cosmontological
CONTACT: moji.agha@gmail.com
The Cosmontological UNI-ball Poem Theory may have literally dreamed a real paradigm shift "out of the box" next step to Conformal Cyclic Cosmology (CCC) as offered by Roger Penrose. Namely, this sufi "poem theory" may be a daring SCIENTIFIC possible answer to the grand WHY (or what for) question that the CCC compels us to ponder deeply.
* Context, herein:
Roger Penrose: Often we find an idea [that] seems crazy, turn out to actually be right.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?
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Prof. Roger Penrose (91 years young--and super alert) delivering the 2022 Higgs Lecture at King's College, London, England
14 June 2022
See minutes 62 to 78, in particular.
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The Cosmontological UNI-ball Poem Theory
By: Moji Agha
INTRODUCTION
Reducing poetry to prose is a form of “torture” for any poet. This is especially true for a mystical (sufi "monk") dervish poet, like me. However, such conversion is sometimes necessary to ensure the understanding (and communication) of the poet-scientist’s intent.
Hence, in the below-presented VERY brief prosaic summary I am offering some of the main “pre-theoretical” cosmontological ideas that my dream-initiated “UNI-ball” poem contains.
Here is the poem's link: https://www.poetrysoup.com/
The Cosmontological UNI-ball -- by Moji Agha (Oct. to Dec. 2020)
FULL TEXT OF THE POEM, BELOW...
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The UNI-ball poem-theory's excruciatingly summarized outline:
1. There is only one, overall universe--hence the word “UNI-ball.” There cannot be more than one. This UNI-ball contains within itself all the “star stuff” spoken of by Carl Sagan, i.e., ALL there is, has been, and will ever be, namely all singularities, big bangs, universes, black holes, aeons, etc.
2. If the UNI-ball is to have any "shape" (as we humans experience and define it), that shape must be a sphere. Why? So that no one particle, universe, or aeon, etc. within the UNI-ball can enjoy any superiority or advantage over the others.
3. We earthly human beings are currently at a primitive state of evolutionary development. So, we cannot even begin to reliably fathom the actual ontology of this UNI-ball. We are left only to surmise the how and why of its existence.
4. What is the nature of this UNI-ball, its structure, its function? According to my dream and the resultant poem, it may be a giant recycling “machine,” within which the old gives birth to the new cosmontological realities, forever.
5. Ultimately, what is the possible purpose (and the meaning--the WHY) of the UNI-ball's cosmontological recycling? What is it that may be going on actually--at least as revealed in my “sufi” dream-poem? Could the answer to this almost unknowable question be that through all this "recycling" the UNI-ball may be evolving toward an awesome cosmontological self-actualization--or dare we say, perfection?
6. Is this "perfection" the eventual nature of the "God(s)" that all religions and spiritual traditions have been trying to imagine, well, primitively?
7. AND WHY?
We are too puny, far from being adequately evolved, to really know.
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THE POEM'S FULL TEXT
Cosmological + Ontological = Cosmontological
* See the note below
MY Sufi Poem-Intuition:
Cosmontological Recycling UNI-ball, Renewing Itself Purposefully?
By Moji Agha (Mojtaba Aghamohammadi)
Oct. to Dec. 2020
Boulder, Colorado, U.S.
The Cosmontological UNI-ball -- A Poem Theory
You know?
I too "have a dream"
say I, a goofy sufi dervish.
I tell the truth
and nothing but these dream-imagined truths
under the penalty of perjury.
So help me god!
OK?
I hereby witness to a cosmontological UNI-ball
the one and only UNI-ball
somehow
some-why.
My herein imagined (in fact, literally dreamed) UNI-ball
which has the universe, multiverse, aeons
and every THING in its belly
is a REALLY BIG perfect sphere
of perhaps a symphony of strings (?)
so as to be perfectly just to all its inhabitants.
This one and only
EVER
cosmological UNI-ball
has come to be
for ontological reasons NO ONE can fathom
somehow
some-why
somewhere
some-when.
Thus,
my UNI-ball is like a perfect red apple
hanging up there on the "purposeful" branch
of the "random" apple tree
waiting patiently in time and space
or whatever
(and in fragments of flowing energy...dark or not)
for the appropriate opportunity
without knowing why
to bonk the perfect heads of history's Sir Isaac Newtons;
perhaps to stimulate
the UNI-ballish dream-imaginations
of countless perfect red apples,
fruits of boundless curiosity.
WHY? I don't know! Do you?
My UNI-ball dream-imagines itself
as inherent unavoidable perfection
to be a perfect sphere
in order to be perfectly just
to itself and every THING "within" it.
So everything
all fragments
can be recycled
hence renewed
perfectly and uniquely
with no repetition
as gigantic big bang singularity babies are born
re-born
re-born
re-born
from the eternally renewed wombs
of perfectly recycled
and forever recycling
mother black holes;
cycling over, over, over
dancing through infinities
aeon to aeon
from remote futures
to distant pasts.
O' God:
What is the TRUTH
of this "from dust to dust" dance
of mortal beings
with immortality?
Now,
and here
and there
this eternally perfect recycling of star stuff
the unique dance of perfect renewal
happens everywhere
and every-when
in my perfectly spherical imagined UNI-ball dream.
In other puny human words
this mother and baby dance of birth and death
keeps every THING
every particle
I mean EVERY thing
engaged in the inevitable decadent dance
of intense inescapable particle attraction
causing ALL extremely squeezed big bang babies
to eventually find no choice but to explode
out of the singularity (or whatever) wombs
of ALL mother black holes;
so all babies become mothers
who then, again
and again, and again
become perfectly recycled
uniquely renewed miracle baby fragments
or stars;
So this unique eternal dance of unique babies
and unique mothers
goes on forever in the belly of my apple-like UNI-ball.
Why? What for? By who? God?
I mean,
this SELF-LESS miracle UNI-ball is
in the absolute fact of my dream-imagination
an ever self-renewing sacred (?) recycling machine
that is always pregnant with
thus giving cosmontological birth
to being and un-being;
to the maddening two sides of this ungraspable coin
which has a value that is impossible to measure.
And in the perfectly imagined dark night
that keeps birthing this dream of mine
somehow there "is" a lot, a lot
of impossible to see dark matter,
lots of attractively grave dark energy;
Right?
Could this dark matter and dark energy
be that loving ever-present invisible mama-midwife
to the pregnancy and birth dance
of the exponentially expanding visible star stuff?
Could this dark stuff
be the powerful collectively unconscious gravitational influence
the hidden "muscle memory,"
if you will,
that keeps the dance of recycling forms
in perfect harmony? In perfect order?
Could wormholes
be the birth canals
of recycled new baby big bangs,
cosmontologically exiting
their mama black holes
on her "other" sides?
Frustrated, I keep asking:
What is the (dark) matter with my dream-imagination
in this dark night of unknowability?
Anyhow
because "my" goofy sufi UNI-ballish dream-imagination
that has evolved out of
this miraculous evolutionary dance
and keeps big-banging out of the never-ending recycled wombs
of "my" uncountable black-hole-mamas
is essentially a crying baby,
I hereby dream-imagine
under the penalty of perjury
that my one and only UNI-ball home
is and always has been,
and forever will be
pregnant with a grand grand unfathomable purpose
carrying a perfectly mysterious inherent meaning
somehow
some-why.
Could the purpose, the meaning, of all this recycling
somehow involve an evolutionary dance
toward perfection,
toward the "self-actualization" of the Uni-ball?
Being a barely evolved baby
I am wise enough to let
ontologists, physicists
philosophers, theologians
jurists, and poets
(and all other crazy ones)
worry about the grand how,
and especially the grand WHY
of this ashes to ashes, dust to dust dance
of cosmontological recycling,
this miraculous unique renewing,
witnessed by the silently invisible gravitational smile
of a being for whom my knowing
or not knowing
does not (dark) matter.
Does the baby chick
while still inside the egg
ask such crazy WHY and HOW questions?
Does it ask--or is it programmed to ask:
How has my Uni-ball home come to be?
What is its Uni-ballish function? purpose? meaning?
WHY? WHY?
I don't know.
All I can do is doing my one and only job:
Crying in my big-bang baby dream
for the evolved milk
of EVENTUALLY aware imagination.
Will you join me?
CRY PLEASE!
Before it is too late.
NOTE: See this poem-related essay, and the above image, here:
Big Bang as a black hole inside another universe?
Tim Andersen (2020)
Copyright © Moji Agha | Year Posted 2020
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Moji Agha's mini-bio--in need of updating:
Some of brother Moji's other English language poems (besides the one above--including the ones published in the PS: It's Still Poetry anthology book) are here at Poetry Soup: https://www.poetrysoup.com/
CONTACT: Moji Agha
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CONTEXT
Black Hole Mysteries Solved
Roger Penrose -- Infinite Cycles of Big Bangs
(See minutes 62 to 82)
Roger Penrose -- Why Did Our Universe Begin?
Roger Penrose -- Reality, Consciousness, Quantum and the Universe
Roger Penrose -- Gravity, Hawking Points and Twistor Theory
Don Lincoln -- What Happened Before the Big Bang?
(See minute 12 to end)
