the trouble with science is that it became the haven for materialist/rationalist thought for so long that it can't now cope with the wider questions of Life. the newly observed phenomena that need Einstein and Quantum Mechanics to explain them exist at the edge of the rational and so therefore need ever more complicated and absurd theories to rationalise them. occultism used to be considered the wierd one in the family, but when properly understood it is much more sensible than most modern physics.

if i ask you if you want a cup of tea and you say 'hmmm...yes please' then i don't have to have complex theories about collapsing your beverage wavefunction. i just accept that you are a self-conscious being and that you made a choice. if you allow consciousness into the picture (which modern science doesn't, despite the fact that we all experience it all the time, because it can't put it in a bottle) then things become much simpler.

obviously nothing could possibly really exist because where did it all come from? ask a scientist and they say 'well, there was this erm.....Big Bang' - thanks very much, a 'Big Bang' you say, how very enlightening!

i look to Samuel Beckett, especially his later work, for the closest explanation of existence. a voice alone in the dark telling itself stories to keep out the void and trying to pretend that it is not alone. that's how i see it. Life is a work of Literature, an ever expanding book being eternally fleshed out by a universal mind.
some of it is already written and some of it we are writing as we go along.
when i say 'we' i mean us imaginary characters, but of course there is really only the Author who identifies with us so totally when writing our parts that 'we' forget that we are really that same 'I'.

otherwise what can words like 'infinity' mean. when we look out at the universe we just keep finding more stuff the more we look. i'd say that's because we create it in the very act of looking, just like we would in any work of fiction.
i can write 'the tree is in the garden' and that is an eternal statement, but it doesn't mean anything unless it interacts with other statements like 'Mark went into the garden one day' then we get conjunctions like 'Mark went into the garden one day and, lo!, he saw the tree'.
that is what i would mean by the true Matrix. the archetypal, conceptual mother-web of all creation where what is written is written and Understood in relation to itself. this natural Matrix is so rich and diverse that we are able to convince ourselves that 'things' have an 'existence', and that the tree is actually 'there' even if it is not being observed. this is a phenomenal trick to pull off - hats off to the Cosmos.

as Beckett also said 'habit is a great deadener'. it is only when we are fully conscious(and therefore the Author - universal mind - is present) that we can write new material. otherwise we are just following out already written statements. 'Mark gets up every day and goes to work in a job he hates' for instance is only 14 words, but if Mark doesn't challenge them by writing something of his own like 'one day Mark said fuck that and went off to do his own thing', then he is enslaved by those 14 words for all eternity, or at least until some other factor of the Matrix comes into play.

the film 'The Matrix' is largely concerned with the kind of man-made Control systems that William Burroughs writes about. much of our lives are actually pre-written by other humans who have built up an artificial Matrix of their own over the years. this Matrix is composed of all the political, cultural and social indoctrination and conditioning that we all experience from birth and which frames our lives.

to be more free is to be ever more aware and to throw off the shackles of what has been written for us by those who would keep us caged in our own minds.

for me Idling is about taking time out to write the story of our own lives rather than being kept in a prison of constant activity that is governed by the limits set by others and stops us questioning the foundations of our worldview.
to simply Be, and to be awake, is to be one with the Author. then whatever we do do, because we choose to do it from that universal consciousness, will be just the job.

the fact that Life 'is' at all is fucking amazing. that it is so full of beauty and wonder and fascinating characters, that strawberries taste of strawberry and kissing fills us with joy, or even that we suffer pain and weep for lost loved ones, is just incredible.
i'd say it's time to stop possessing, controlling, and generally trying to fuck each other over and to wake up, smell the coffee, realise what a miracle 'smelling coffee' is, and start enjoying this Great Work of fiction we're all bound up in together.

- Mark3ants