Académie des Poissons:
The Enchanted World of Finite and Infinite Differences¹

by
Dallas F. Bell, Jr.

Characters

Topetta Pilot²
Sir Compos Mentis (mental control)
Stranger (in the St. Michael [San Michele] island cemetery)
Matsya Platonian³
Tiger (Tor Putitora, golden mahseer⁴)
Tang (Acanthurus Triostegus, convict tang)
Coy (Cyprinus Rubrofuscus, koi)
Brook (Salvelinus Fontinalis, brook trout)
Badin (Heteractis Magnifica, clownfish)
Goldman (Carassius Auratus, goldfish)
Toby (Canthigaster Valentini, pufferfish)
Ray (Mobula Mobular, devil fish)
Angel (Centropyge Loricula, angel fish)

(The 16” x 20” pencil on canvas sketch by Dallas F. Bell Jr. is titled Académie des Poissons. From the top left to right is a koi, clownfish, goldfish, tang, pufferfish, mahseer, brook trout, and angel fish.)
“…strong meat belongs to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.” (Hebrews 5:14)

Prophase: La Proposizione⁵

Ageing cyto-clock,
think you can tell,
heaven from hell?
Threaded truth is weaved,
by Edict of Nantes’ souls,
on holy looms perceived.
A morphine myth roams,
punch cards with punch holes,
ever unhappy in silken homes.⁶
Said the old man, winking,
dear child, with care,
kneel in tinctured prayer,⁷
and, please, do consider thinking,
reverse epigenomes—
ticktock, ticktock,
equivalent fermions and bosoms
never hesitating,
on surfaces mathematical.
The black hole is rotating, QBism,
points in space-time, hypothetical
ringularity at the equatorial curving
of the inner ergosphere, poles.
All the mass is in the ring, swerving,
whose center has infinitely small roles,
limitless fast spinning warriors.
Particles are tunneling freely,
and reflecting off of barriers.
Sparticles, superpartner alarms
in the supersymmetry,
recognize this Camisard call to arms.
White Shirts singing Psalms aloud
unnerve the Dragon-nades’ strategy.
A Cry from the Desart cloud
forever testifies in the just war musée.
Half chisel Nehemiah’s faceted jewel,
as half don shields, and bear iron spears.
The Pavlovian lips of Judah’s enemy drool
at the wine glass’s sweet glycerol tears.
Jehovah comforts in The Age of Anxiety,
so scale the cross of society,
and let holograms fade in piety.

1. Metaphase: Osservando⁸

The Maritime Alps and the Apennines
pushed up a crescent-shaped strip
of Ligurian coast with pastel villages
on etched bluffs overlooking turquoise bays,
space-efficient, inhabited by young and old,
debutantes and dowagers, sparce groups lassoed,
rich and poor, padrone and peone,
fish eaters and fishermen alike,
living side by side in a distance metric,
paratopes, synthetic inter-species
cooperating, virus and host,⁹
Tom and Jerry cartoons, Scooby-Doo,
and KPop,¹⁰ too.
Genius fastens the coordinates;
“A man may fish with the worm
that eat a king, and eat of the fish
that has fed of that worm.”¹¹
“The fish lives in the sea,”
rhetorically, “‘tis much pride.”¹²

That Riviera in the northwest of Italy
stands in collation to the northeast
group of islands being pulled
sluggishly into the Adriatic Sea.
Since the separation of land with water,¹³
those Venetian testaments
are the archaeology of man’s soul,
adjusting and enduring. Once the covert
of the pinched, and now the jewel
of the affluent. It is known
fishes live in the sea,
as men do aland; the great ones
eat up the little ones.

The hundred isles are connected
by hundreds of bridges with reputations
for overseeing the canals beneath;
a distraction from the sinking rate
of an inch each decade.
One such resident is Sir Compos Mentis,
who has mourned his wife,
Lady Huldah, loved one by Deutschländers,¹⁴
for half an inch of time,
his day being but a handbreadth.¹⁵
Bilinguismo Perfetto¹⁶
addresses the legality of German,
French, and Slovene mother tongues
bringing order to ancestral chaos.

Knighted for some brave act,|
written by the queen’s own faded hand,
in his unformed frontal lobe’s
youthful disregard for legacy, Sir Mentis,
affectionately called Compos,
waits for the wooden topetta
to make its way across the lagoon
for his visit of the cemetery.
It is Saturday morning, after all,
and the week’s tender days
are refuel allegiances deferred by the
conjoined halves of the past and present.

Compos’ slate silhouette stabs the fog,
as the sun simmers the Mediterranean,
before the hints of keelless gondolas
haul foreign lovers on honeymoons
and vaporettos capture camera fused tourist,
insatiably desirous to have every moment
of their thin vacations store memories
for the nucleus of future family gatherings
with photographic proof of recollections;
mementos, keepsakes to embalm and enshrine
synapses gleaning wisdom, passed on
to others interested in that sort of thing.

The unmistakable puttering of the topetta
nears Compos standing on his stone
canal walkway; long since carried there
in jagged pieces from a musty field far away,
and gently placed by nimble fingers;
an igneous puzzle admired
by Maecenas¹⁷ of skill and work to this day.
The tempestuous¹⁸ voice of the pilot
thunders formal orders just ahead,
as always, in dialeto del mar.¹⁹

Pilot: Bestir, bestir, lest I run aground.

Compos steadies the boat and jumps aboard.

Compos: Greetings on this fine Saturday.

Pilot: Moonbow and red sky at morning, you know.
Compos picks up the bouquet of flowers
the pilot delivered by routine.

Compos: Blue irises and calla lilies.

Pilot: Hope and faith for your Lady Huldah.

Compos: Outdone yourself again.

Pilot: A traghetto slowed me down,
but I was able to navigate the incompetence.

Compos: The apprehension of novice pilots
seems to outweigh their respect for the masters.

They travel east the few minutes it takes
to arrive at Isola di San Michele,²⁰
otherwise known as cemetery island.
Named for the archangel Michael,²¹
the cross-shaped island
is home to an abandoned monastery
and a postmortem Catholic church
used only for aesthetic ceremonies.
It is visited by flower bearing guests
paying respect to what is left,
the mossy covered marble
memory of loved ones.

As you walk down its avenue
of thirty slender, tall, cypresses
stretching to the chapel
from the sarcophagus exit,
the plants in bloom
lighten the heavy occasion,
raspberry hydrangeas on this day,
Compos passed the sections for Catholics,
the war dead, the gondoliers,
and the Greco orthodox
where Igor Stravinsky is laid to rest,
finally arriving at the reparto evangelico.²²

Within the hecatomb²³ lies Lady Huldah
with her framed picture of vows,
photons curved to her gravity,
on the carved rectangle shrine,
not far removed from Joseph Brodsky,
whose silence cannot disguise
the willed public statement,|
volontē gēnērale,²⁴ that deafens lies.
The grave photos are frozen pixels
keeping digital time.

(The 10” high wood carving by Dallas F. Bell, Jr. is titled Corpus Lady Huldah.)

Suddenly a stranger joins Compos.

Stranger: Death selects the noblest.
She was beautiful or is…
I could have said that better.

Compos: Yes, my wife was a dream.
Praise is below her merit.
I do not recall you here before.

Stranger: I have seen you many times.

Compos: Aren’t you a visitor?

Stranger: I am more like a guardian.

Compos: You work here…
Mustn’t keep my pilot waiting.

Stranger: Before you go,
if you don’t mind the observation,
despair rages fiercely,
and will drive you to grinding.
Hope lies in the seeded carpel,
producing fruit-setting hormones.
I have found getting a fish
helps with the transition…

Compos: Active rehab?

Stranger: Kinesiology for the spirit.
My messages usually have delayed understanding,
so make time to dance with opportunity,
and “do not die of grief.”²⁵

Compos: Heaven help, if I conceal,
from God, by hubris, what is in my breast.
It seems an emphatic reality,
a sympathetic response,
that the cure for sorrow
comes from gushing tears.²⁶
Your concern is cherished, however;
recommend a fish emporium?

Stranger: The Académie des Poissons,
your pilot will know it.

Compos: Grazie e Dio benedica.²⁷

Stranger: Lastly, beware the charms
of Indian Sirens.²⁸

Compos: Literary allusions?

Stranger: You’ll see.

The stranger abruptly departs.
Compos boards the topetta.
The pilot notices Compos’
unusual sense of urgency.

Compos: Let’s make a détour.

Pilot: A detour matrix will be the maximum distance.

Compos: Académie des Poissons,
do you know it?

Pilot: Indeed, I do sir.

With the forced quietness
of a solicitous look,
and needing no more particulars,|
the pilot spirits them away
from the cemetery
toward the fish shop.
When they arrive, he ties
off the bow to the dock,
and points Compos to the shop.

Pilot: Around the corner there.

Compos: Back in a few minutes.

Compos sees the sign for the fish academy
and through the rectangle glass windows
he surveys the many aquariums inside,
and wonders how close to Plato’s salon
it must be. He takes a deep breath,
as he bravely enters, and is immediately met
at the entrance by the owner,
Matsya Platonian.

Matsya: Parle Italien, Anglais?²⁹
Parla Italliano, Inglese?³⁰

Compos: Anglais, per favore.³¹

Compos’ transductosomes could hardly withstand
the odor of death that punctuated
the store. The dead smell
at the monastery and church
on St. Michael was, somewhat,
tempered by the saline air.
Ordor mortis³² has hundreds of organic
chemicals that dominate the senses.
The amines have carbon compounds
of animine and diaminoane. The smell
of death attracts predators: insects,
rodents, mammals and the like.
The same spoilage smell also repulses
appetites and is oddly reminiscent of sulfur
in mung bean sprouts and curry,
with hing, for dhal, and methi,
pulse of sotolon molecules.
The foam in all the tanks, as in the sea,
is largely composed of fish feces,
and dead algae.

Matsya: I tell my customer’s up front
this is a certified Environmental,
Social, and Governance company,
disrupting and dismantling tradition
of collaborative exploitation.
Micro-components produce
macro-patterns. “Pity the monster,
manunkind;” a comfortable disease.
Do you know your ESG score?³³

Compos: Afraid not.

As they walked, Compos quietly wondered,
who certified the certifiers?
Who was the transcendent authority
for the Brave New World judgments
toward us “two-legged wombs”?
Can anyone say, intellectual arrogance?
Matsya decayed The Handmaid’s Tale
with the dystopian silence of “The Eyes.”

Matsya: Fish are smart, you know.
Some people estimate if they had thumbs
they could rule mankind. Animals that extract
their food from complex environments
are cleverer than grazers.³⁴ Fish have cultures
and traditions. They can recognize themselves.
Some cooperate and reconcile. Their mental
capacity is on par with many other vertebrates,
and likely feel pain. It is only reasonable
that they should be in the human’s moral circle.
That is why there is an ability to experience
feelings and sensations--sentience.³⁵
Einstein is quoted to have said,
“Our separation of each other
is an optical illusion of consciousness.”

Compos: Interesting thoughts. It seems
to love everyone and everything
is a spatial dependent contraction
of all things, in that there is no distinction,
which leads to loving nothing.³⁶
God loved Jacob but hated Esau.
What about the fish
no longer chosen as pets?

Matsya: En faveur, en défaveur,³⁷
that is the way of the world.
Everyone loves the star,
until it burns out.

Compos: Si, il favore viene, il favore va.³⁸
Everyone is a shooting star.

Matsya: So, I have the highest credentials
to have created³⁹ the perfect environment
for fish; the perfect acid to alkaline levels,
moderate temperatures, and balanced food
supplements. There are saltwater and freshwater
fish to consider. The store is divided
into two divisions to determine the search geometry
of adherents. After all, there are measurements,
properties, relationships, points, and surfaces to regard.
On the left is the agnostique,⁴⁰ or unfamiliar, schools
which represents the larger group of people
with less knowledge. On the right is the gnostique,⁴¹
or familiar, schools for people, I find,
with greater common knowledge.

Compos: Intraclass correlations…
Lead the way.

Matsya: In the agnostique,
there are chilling’s of sharks
and party’s of rainbowfish⁴² to choose from.

Compos: Groups are too extensive.

Matsya: As you see,
there are the eight armed cuddlefish
that eject ink and cannibalize other cuddlefish.⁴³

Compos: I don’t know.

Matsya: Another mollusk is the murex⁴⁴ trunculus
snail used by the ancient Phoenicians to extract
their cherished bluish-purple dye, which eat dead fish.
Aristotle wrote of the murex’s royal dye,⁴⁵
as did Pliny the Elder.⁴⁶ Mollusk shells
have golden spirals.

Compos: Their size ratios⁴⁷ are not consistent.
I am sure these aren’t for me.

Matsya: There are the territorial butis butis crazyfish,⁴⁸
predators of mangroves, who can change color.
There is the doctorfish,⁴⁹ a scavenger
used in Asian spas to eat the dead skin off patrons.
Another is the lawyerfish, an eelpout, used to feed hogs
and foxes with its high vitamin A and D corpses.
We do always have the devil fish.⁵⁰

Compos: They are too, too exotic for my taste.

Matsya: There is the hairy frogfish, fangtooth fish,
the jawfish, the boxfish…

Compos: Too unsymmetrical.

Matsya: We will just bypass the venomous fish.
What about the jawfish or the butterflyfish?

Compos: Maybe we could see the gnostic section.

Matsya: Very well then. We could start
with the fresh water fish. My personal favorite
is the mahseer. There are the koi,
the brook trout, and the common goldfish.
The saltwater classes are the tang,
clownfish, pufferfish with a touch of poison,
and lastly, the angel fish. Are you ready
to make a decision?

Compos: This is enough for me
to digest today. Let me think
these options over and get back with you.
You have been most helpful.

Compos begins to depart the store
and Matsya takes a parting shot at Compos
underneath a baskainό smile.

Matsya: Pojdi se solit!⁵¹

Compos: Imeg blagoslovljen dan!⁵²

Matsya’s nystagmus’ eyes circle⁵³
with rhythmic surprise to Compos’ response,
in Slovene, a blessing for a cursing,
the redeeming math of the Messiah.⁵⁴
The Stranger’s warning of Matsya’s cajolery
was not inflated—sold the solution
before selling the problem, a common strategy
to prevent incorrectly defining the issue
obvious to homogeneous logic.
Compos returns to the boat
quietly rehearsing his morning observations,
and on cue the pilot steers toward home.

2. Anaphase: Teorizzare⁵⁵

Compos had many questions to be asked,
and to be answered. He could not imagine
Plato’s academy being any more engaged
in urgent matters. He was both
excited about the new adventure
and perplexed about the complexity
of the simplest task of selecting
a fish. His thoughts were interrupted
by the welcome vision
of his eighteenth-century waterfront home,
in Centre Venice on the Grand Canal.
His island of Ithaca,⁵⁶ on furlough
from Poseidon’s malady.
The sight of the Rialto Bridge
signaled the pilot to slow,
and prepare for Compos’ disembarking.
Compos jumped onto his terrace.

Compos: Grazie.

Pilot: Till next Saturday.

Compos: Look forward to it.

Compos was preoccupied by his reflections
and politely waved the pilot off.
Soon after the front door shut behind him,
memories of Lady Huldah overwhelmed
his rational attempt to process the day.
On many occasions, after school,
they would discuss ideas and events,
in their infatuation lounge,
with many, many cups of hot Belgian cocoa,
magical pixie dust, her favorite
caffeine libare,⁵⁷ topped with
cinnamomum verum, an insulin stabilizer,⁵⁸
even so, the augur of pancreases
could not reverse a Corvus constellation.
She would laugh and laugh, never losing
her adolescent figure, which more than
vindicated her vice, as having agreed with her,
and, so, wholeheartedly with Compos.

At times she would compose songs
from Jesus, after copying them
in her journal. She often began
singing and singing them…“Come to Me,
and I will be your Savior, Come to Me,
and I will be your King, Come to Me,
and peace I give you, Come to Me,
and My love I will give to you.”⁵⁹

Of course, Lady Huldah would go straight to
the quotes of academic stars,
scriptural prophets, and apostles.
Compos would apply math for equipoise.
For this circumstance, she might quote
Aristotle’s words, “Look at fish as a single kind,”⁶⁰
then search for the differences.
She undoubtedly would add
God said, let the water swarm
with living creatures…So God created
the large sea-creatures
and every living creature
that moves and swarms in water,
according to their kinds.⁶¹

Compos knew …the constant axiom
of the mathematician is to reduce
all his expressions to the lowest terms,
to retrench every superfluous word and phrase,
and to condense the maximum of meaning
into the minimum of language. Twistor space,
the shortest path between two truths passes through
the complex domain.⁶² To condense the decision
at hand, he considered finite differences
as f (x + b) – f (x + a), if divided by b – a,
would get a different quotient.

A clockmaker determined there are three
finite differences: backward, central,
and forward.⁶³ Soren Kierkegaard theorized
life must be understood backward,
but it must be lived forward.
Progressions of antilogarithms
could be f (x) = bx, the inverse function log bx,
and exponential function. A difference operator
∆ in a given sequence a = (an) n ϵ N.
The first difference of a is ∆ a and the second difference
is ∆ 2 a = (∆ o ∆) a = ∆ (∆ a) = ∆ (∆ a) et cetera.

That would have been enough
for Lady Huldah’s literary eyes to glaze over,
or any other person with a normal temperament,
no matter how much they cared for you.
Whether the math is comprehended or not,
there is an inference that the enchanted world
of finite differences must lead to infinite differences.⁶⁴

There are eternal ramifications of finite differences,
especially of decisions with the equilibrium
need to be adjudicated. All creatures created
from God’s knowledge of their choice of beliefs
are not created without freewill to accept or reject Him.
Lady Huldah would inject “our life is what our thoughts
make it”⁶⁵ or as Solomon said, as we think in our hearts
so are we.⁶⁶ She would go on to exhibit
a spiritual genuineness test from Paul’s observations;
there must be factions among people
so that those who are approved
may become evident among people.⁶⁷
Knowing is the experience of recognizing
the difference from this and that.

Distinctions are actual boundaries between ideas
or objects that occur fractally across a scale
in the same type or pattern.
Sexual dimorphism exists in binary created fish.
When looking at colors, weights,
sizes, and behaviors there are usually differences.
With insects, the female spider is larger
than the male. Female humans
neurologically alternate between logic
and emotional centers of dominance,
whereas males compartmentalize logic
and emotional operations,
making their strengths compatible.
Chaucer noted distinctions of pilgrims and yeomen,
and the like, force their recognition on all of us.⁶⁸
Espying differences is the efficient manner
for finite intellects to make value judgments
between this and not this for suffrage.
It is the pinnacle of wisdom
to compare and adjust.
The bent from assigning values should be peace.⁶⁹
Vengeance is the proper domain of God.
Student of Anaximander, Pythagoras
warned to never eat gurnard,⁷⁰
the red blood of revenge, cuckooing
like an Aristotelian frog.

The zenith of value manifolds
is religious multi-forms. Karl Marx
demonstrated this hate by his theory
that religion is the sign of the oppressed…it is
the opium of the people. To pretend
it does not exist is either from ignorance
or hate. Voltaire, worshipper
of an electron god, proclaimed
prejudices are what fools use for reason.
Socrates’ half-wittedly spouted
there is only one good, knowledge,
and one evil, ignorance.
He ultimately decided he could
not teach anyone anything,
he could only make them think.
Confucius said he only gave instructions
to those people who seek knowledge,
after they have discovered their own ignorance.
Compos thought if they are no longer
without knowledge, why then
would they need to be taught?

To hate without cause is murderous.⁷¹
To call another worthless or fool
is in danger of hellfire.
Going beyond pride is thankless hatred,
and Satan is the Prince of Pride.
The motivational dynamics of pejoratives
is pride. The psychology is to signal
identity affiliation and to entrench
recognized ideologies. To pretend
to be offended by acknowledged differences
is true pride. Mutatis mutandis,⁷²
compare the Islamic god,
who the Qur’an calls the chief of liars,
with Hindu polytheism,
or an infinite Buddhist knot.⁷³
The biblical God says “Let nothing
be done through vainglory; but in lowliness
of mind let each esteem others
better than themselves.”⁷⁴
Christian molecules form solids
for building God’s church.
Elastic with small relational gaps,
and strong force attraction,
preferring one another,⁷⁵
returning to the shape quicker than gas;
never plastic. Elasticity equals
stress, of the pressure of force,
over strain, the percent of change in length.
For the given amount of stress,
the flexibility of a body
is inversely proportional to strain.

Conflict predictably can lead to war.
It has been said only the dead have seen
the end of war;⁷⁶ you can’t outrun war.
Still others postulate if you hate
a person, then you’re defeated
by them.⁷⁷ The brave man
is he who overcomes not only his enemies
but his pleasures.⁷⁸ If you look
for perfection, you will never
be content.⁷⁹ Lao Tzu went on
to promote the forgery, when you are
content to be simply yourself
and don’t compare or compete, everyone
will respect you. Zuhair assumed,
he who does not respect himself,
will not be respected. Compos imagined
a world where everyone could and would
perfectly treat everyone,
as they would be acquitted.⁸⁰
There is no room in his mind
for perdition.

Natural personal evaluation of meaning
and happiness can lead to attempts
to influence one’s self, which could lead
to false possibilities, such as supernatural
self-transcendence.⁸¹ Axiomatically,
one can not exceed themselves.
A molecule can not choose to be a rose.
A flower can not choose to be an eagle.
A bird can not choose to be a man.
A human can not choose to be Divine.
Theoretically, the finite set of self can not reach
its potential without hope, dark energy,
based on the immutable character,
and authority of an infinite merciful Creator
by scriptural affirmation,⁸² where creation
is only possible from the infinite Self, I am,
of a Creator and separate from that holy Self.
Galaxies can not be pulled
from a shaman’s beaker.

The relationship law of hierarchy|
is condescension: God to man,⁸³
Mediator to man,⁸⁴ His Spirit to man,⁸⁵
angel to man,⁸⁶ privileged man
to man of low estate,⁸⁷
man to animal,⁸⁸ animal to plant,
and plant to molecule.
No one can save themselves.⁸⁹
No one should think more highly
of themselves as they ought—
that is self-deception.⁹⁰ Untruth steals
the well-being of happiness.

A fungible system means there is an exact exchange;
all possible outcomes and probabilities are the same.
If two possible measurement outcomes for A
is 1 or 0, then either 1 value equals 1 state
or 0 value equals 0 states. If the possibility
of measurement is a B outcome,
it is either ½ + or ½ -. If two systems
have the same number of possible outcomes
and probabilities for every measurement,
they are identical. Instances with value 0
can be divided into sets in a continuous number
of different ways. In all divisions, each set
has the state 0 of possible outcomes
of measurement and probabilities
of outcomes for each outcome.⁹¹

Fungibility requires existence for one
to be compared to an existent other.
It is non-fungible for either to not exist
or for finite minds to consider neither existing
in finiteness. There is nothing tangible to measure.
Existent nothingness can be comprehended
within infinity as equal to existent nothingness.
In infinity, something can not come from nothing
or they could never have been equal.
Finite minds can not understand complete infinity
so there is always the necessary lurking
of the uncertainty principle.

Compos thought how quickly this inventive space
can surpass acceptable enchantment. Shakespeare,⁹²
and Milton,⁹³ sifted potions and magical objects.
Enchantments are forbidden by true Scripture.
They hatefully give God’s glory
to others. Divinations, witchcraft, and magic
are abominations,⁹⁴ championed in the Tobit.⁹⁵
Lying cults elongate or restrict word definitions
to introduce definitional relativity for psycholinguists.
They tell truth based on those changes, thoughtprints,
including or excluding their questionable behavior.⁹⁶

He theorized nonrational decision models assume
there is not enough time, or information,
to decide. A probabilistic decision is made,
by necessity, driven by fallible emotions.
Fear of a negative outcome encourages decisions,
with the best perceived odds
of not doing something wrong.
His rational model assumes adequate information
is known, and is made with adequate ability,
precluding mathematical models,
inked by peccant pens, from being
the whole expression of theories.

Most people struggle to synthesize understanding
of more than a few scraps of knowledge.
The more the exposure to information,
the more values that have to be made for decisions,
the greater the fatigued thinking,⁹⁷
and logically the greater the potential
for pejoratives and conflict;
hydroponic fruit grown without soil.
Cognitive diversity recognizes the differences
in abilities to process information;
the less the ability, the greater the effect
of exhaustion. Well-doers are not
to become weary.⁹⁸ Physiology is enhanced
with good nutrition, good sleep,
and thinking about thinking. Understanding
metacognition helps manage information
overloads and is the main battlespace
for warfare. Optimal emotional arousal
releases positive neurochemicals.
The fog of war may be lifted
streamlining environments for efficiency.⁹⁹

From the surface tension
of Lady Huldah’s wisdom, rejoicing
in the habitable part of the earth,¹⁰⁰
capillarity shaped only for fertile soil,¹⁰¹
Compos figures all people either die
in lucid faith,¹⁰² married to Christ,¹⁰³
given the power of Marrow Men,¹⁰⁴
or die in their senseless sin.¹⁰⁵
Explicit templates may be created
for observation spaces with assigned probabilities,
yielding distributions that may be negative,
applicable to real situations.¹⁰⁶
Descartes’ animal automata for humans
is prima facie counter to observation.
Zombie argument¹⁰⁷ of no sentience,¹⁰⁸
epiphenomenalism,¹⁰⁹ physical theory,
demands non-illusory, nomologically¹¹⁰
fundamental laws of nature, necessity,
make descriptions outside of material reality
inspired by systematic vision validated
by non-circular scientific law.
No fallacies of equivocation,
no Fujikō superstitious rules of kosha,
no Meno’s paradox here,
innate and experienced inquiry
informed by Phaedrus syllogisms.
Leibniz’s Monadology explained
there is a cause for all effects…
but we do not know what they are
most of the time.

Methodological analysis decreases alpha activity,
whereas epiphanies¹¹¹ have EEG¹¹² bursts
of gamma and alpha, with fMRI¹¹³ spikes
of blood flow. Some revelations
are simple and fleeting: realizing
the location of a long-lost object.
Others are complex and long-term:
suddenly knowing a theological concept,
as with Jacob’s true ladder dream.¹¹⁴
They may be false as Hemmingway’s Nick Adams
thought, as occurs to many mortal youths,
“I will never die.”¹¹⁵
Lyotard’s incredulity of the grand récits,
“The Postmodern Condition” of metanarratives,
is a nihilist language game, indifferent,
where all tradition is oppressive
and shifting, historical relativism;
power dynamics absent universal truth.

At times, the realization of a protagonist
is tragic anagnorisis. Sophocles’ Oedipus
realized he had married his mother,
after having murdered his father.¹¹⁶
Othello realized he had murdered Desdemona,
his faithful wife, after he had murdered her.¹¹⁷
Judas killed himself after betraying the Messiah.¹¹⁸
On the road to Damascus, Paul had an epiphany
of who Jesus was and a peripeteia, a reversal
of eternal fortune from that new knowledge.¹¹⁹
Aristotle preferred anagnorisis to peripety.¹²⁰
Compos knows the best literary devise,
fact or fiction, positive or negative,
plots true values on a rational graph.

“Then if we study Nature we are wise.
Thus do the few who live with the day:
the scientific animals are they—
Lady, this is my sonnet to your eyes.”¹²¹

3. Telophase: Dimostrando¹²²

Compos began reading from his rich library,
Lady Huldah’s meticulously stocked pond,
thinking and remembering, thinking and remembering
the status praesens, anamnesis.
Since fish were created,¹²³ they have obeyed
their Creator by swallowing Jonah,¹²⁴
paying taxes,¹²⁵ feeding thousands,¹²⁶
proving Christ.¹²⁷ They teach
the violent survive,¹²⁸ and how man
may be caught, like them, in nets,
ensnared at an evil time
when catastrophe suddenly falls on them,¹²⁹
bathymetric distributed in submarine topology.
The skin of the Atlantic codfish,¹³⁰ xenografts,¹³¹
provides the tissue structure
for host growth on dogs, kangaroos,
and even humans.

Fish, of all things, are not to be worshipped,¹³²
yet, many see them in math shapes, vesica piscis,
a fish bladder lens of intersected circles,
and others use those scaly creatures
to imagine theological ichthyolatry¹³³ oneness
with them. Vishnu incarnated in the form
of a fish, the pūdmū Hindu worship
the ilishu fish. Buddhists see fish
as a sign of freedom and enlightenment.
Celtics, native Americans, Chinese,
and Japanese see the aquatic as gods
of fertility fatuously seeking
their unreciprocal spiritual guidance.

The ancient Egyptians, Assyrians,
and Babylonians worshipped the fish-headed god,
Dagon, lord of the land, father of gods,
step-father of Baal, the subject of demon grimoires,¹³⁴
having magical powers in an Ashdod temple,
smote with emerods,¹³⁵ compelling
Yahweh to cut the head and hands off
the blasphemous idol. Israel rebelled
and erected a temple in God’s territory.¹³⁶
With the authority of God’s judge,
Samson destroyed their Philistine cathedral in Gaza.¹³⁷
Astrology values Pisces in their zodiac.
Counter-intelligent Christian Greeks
used the encrypted ichthys’ symbol
for communing with other fishers of men.¹³⁸

The Stranger warned Compos to beware
Endymion, loved by the moon goddess
Selene, Keats renamed Cynthia.¹³⁹
He was put into a slumber,
Hypnos, the god of sleep, allowed
the handsome shepherd to rest
with open eyes, the lamp of the body,
the windows of the soul.¹⁴⁰
Compos’ eyelids were becoming ponderous
and his brackish brain was consumed,
a thawed avalanche, a tsunami, with all other
a priori metaphors one can imagine,
fish swimming round and round.

Brodsky wrote “one sleeps more soundly
in a wooden town, since you dream
these days only of things
that happened. There’s a smell
of fish...”¹⁴¹ Lady Huldah’s familiar echo
of Paul, prove all things, prove all things
prove all things, prove…all…things,¹⁴²
was the last conscious moment
Compos had as he sailed off,
triangle jib raised high, afloat
in a piscatorial sea of melatonin,
anesthesia induced medical coma,
beginning a healing circadian rhythm.
Suddenly, he found himself
surrounded by fish agitating
to be chosen by him.

Tiger: Matsya, the spirit fish,
the joyous one, the world’s savior,
told you about me, Minesh,
the lord of fish.

Compos: As intended, series begin,
have steps, and end. Its creator’s fingerprint
is the lack of cross-purposes.
How can your wandering cycle
execute my deliberation?

Tiger: The death and rebirth of life
bounds the material world.
From the shade of a howdah pavilion,
there is comfort in that.

Compos: You are on the far side
of argument. Samāra can not bring
about liberation craved by mankind.
Tang¹⁴³ shares your Samsāric beliefs;
I should talk to him.

Tiger: Cultural misappropriation,
maka pao!¹⁴⁴ Mlecchá!¹⁴⁵
Candala, fisherman!¹⁴⁶ Dalit, Panchama!¹⁴⁷
My long-body is supplanted by chowmein!¹⁴⁸
Smelly and slimy, a mandarin dragonet!¹⁴⁹

The wilily Tiger swims away.

Tang: I am more of a Fisherman’s perch
in Zhang Zhihe’s song,¹⁵⁰ interferon¹⁵¹ cloaked,
degrading beta-lactam rings,¹⁵²
but do promote crystal gods. Who can know
such things? Gibson’s Law.

Compos: Theology is not idiopathic. Placebos
unmask chakras’ fraud. To believe in everything
is to believe without distinction,
which is belief in nothing.
“Nothing will come from nothing.”¹⁵³

Tang: I believe in the triune union
of heaven, earth, and humanity.

Compos: Isn’t that what the criminal triads¹⁵⁴
and tongs¹⁵⁵ believe?

Tang: We do worship Guan Yu,
Lord Guan.

Compos: Worshipping a dead general
is être voué: rule nisi he resurrected.

Tang: He did not need to.
We incorporate relatives into funerals;
the afterlife is parallel to this life.
We are vegetarians skeptical of state ignorance.
I see you’re already looking
at the wo,¹⁵⁶ Coy, a she-fish,
the haiku goddess of panpsychism;
Jellyfish
erythema¹⁵⁷ on feet
urinate.¹⁵⁸

With that insult, Tang also swims away
and fibrillating from her shame culture,
Coy seductively sidles to Compos
as a floating lantern for the water spirits.

Coy: Inherited hate from the lowered fortunes
of sea wasp cnidocytes, cubozoans, jellyfish.¹⁵⁹
Guilty of the haikus. I am the Universe
and loving myself is the highest love of all.
Looking through the enneagram points,
microfiche of progressive churches,
is to look through the eyes of God,
loving my holy self in anarchy.
Burdened with dark thoughts
I climbed the hill to find
wild roses blooming.
And
Shaped by the path
the pilgrims’ chant grows thinner
on this winter evening.

Compos: Buson was passionate
about extinguishing passion,
and not humble about seeking humility.
He could not exceed himself,
and chose nihilism, a butō dance
of darkness, anattā,
describing an unjust state of respite,
of temporal entropy, sowing,
missing the addition of eternity, reaping,
an emperor’s rape house,
the sum of this existence equation.
His words could be positively balanced
with a stylistic epidural:
Burdened with light thoughts
I climbed the hill to find|
a Juliet Rose blooming.
And
Shaped by the path
the pilgrim’s chant sharpens|
on this Autumn morning.

Coy: Out of the water I am nothing,
Asian Miracles aside. You are a gaijin¹⁶⁰
and violate the Spirit of Aloha.

Brook sees Coy swim away,
as on the wings of drunken riches,
and she preemptively responds.

Brook: Chief Si’ahl was renamed Noah
by white priests with their partial God.

Compos: A Reconciler does cause Rest.

Brook: Seattle said in his Great Speech,
“God loves your people and hates mine,
ours is the traditions of our ancestors,
your religion was written on tables of stone
by the iron finger of your angry God,
day and night cannot dwell together.”
I swear by a good tribe,
I am Lord of the Plains.
Don’t look at me, Wasichu.¹⁶¹
My totem gods have already been rejected
in your haste.

Compos: I implore you to desist
from vaunting hostility,
and intemperate passions
that impel you to violence.
The Lord’s Spirit shall not always
strive with you,¹⁶² and neither will I.
When your fears come,
He will not answer you,
and He will laugh.¹⁶³
As requested, I’m leaving
your fiendish morality to oscillating
cognitive empathy, primary and
progressive secondary psychopathy. Solitude’s torture
from centuries of demons into swine.¹⁶⁴

Badin interjects.

Badin: Giamour,¹⁶⁵ I also choose
to not speak from my honor culture
with an infidel assfish.¹⁶⁶

Compos: Granted your monotheism is earned,
I would not like to defend Jibrīl,¹⁶⁷
who called your god the Chief Liar,
in that as his angel would also be a dissembler,
unworthy of revelation; who famously
was the defeated Prince of Persia,
despite being a jinn.¹⁶⁸ A lying god
is half a god. Can half a god be God?

Projecting aspirational regret for worshipping gods
of mediocre virtue, Brook and Badin clownishly
make great departing waves with collapsing function.¹⁶⁹

Goldman: Badin is the Cush-eel.¹⁷⁰

Compos: Small brains, rebellious feet,
fluctuating theological asymmetry
in deformed bodies, predestined,
to hamper delusional arrogance,
expandere by Ham DNA.¹⁷¹

Goldman: Hagar’s wild ass,
against everyone,
and everyone against him.¹⁷²

Compos: Born after the flesh,
to be cast out.¹⁷³
Goldman, why is your group
called a troubling?

Goldman: Prejudice is all;
my people are innocent victims
of defamatory studies of our short memories,
and of holocaust bias. No one has
ever suffered so much.

Compos: I think Brook’s brown and rainbow
blood lines would disagree,
considering their great removal,
and being massacred by pikeminnows.

Goldman: Squawfish carps…¹⁷⁴
Everyone has heard of college boys
eating us live.

Compos: Tolkien’s Stoor Hobbits,
his Sméagols, and Gollums. Naked creatures
looking for their “Precious.”

Goldman: Impulsive chimeric research.

Compos: Sterile male hybrids and fertile goldfish
now produce sperm from the donor goldfish
after the transplantation of primordial germ cells.
A reasonable strategy for reproducing valuable fish.
Imagine sheep and human chimeras;¹⁷⁵
sheep need human shepherds
and humans need The Shepherd.¹⁷⁶

Goldman: I thought we were discussing
me. Matisse painted my relatives
nine times.¹⁷⁷ Even a golem, like you,
would be interested in one study
that showed we prefer Bach’s¹⁷⁸ “Toccata
and Fugue in D Minor” to Stravinsky’s
“The Rite of Spring.” The former
was buried with your weasel wife¹⁷⁹
at San Michele, and the latter was buried
in the Orthodox splinter.

Compos: I was aware you preferred
Wittenberg notes¹⁸⁰ to Greco sounds.
Since God fulfilled a Messianic covenant
for all families and nations of the world
to be blessed through Abraham’s Israel,¹⁸¹
should a citizen of Zion cast slurs
against his fellow man?¹⁸²

Goldman moves slowly away, incorrigible,
as Toby swims alongside Compos.

Toby: A good riddance¹⁸³
to the idolatrous jewfish, I say,
Nostra Aetate.¹⁸⁴

Compos: He was not
a Philistine grouper, Goliath.¹⁸⁵

Goldman returns contentiously.

Goldman: We are the chosen ones.

Toby: A peculiar treasure, to be sure.
You are pure as Japheth’s Zipporah,
the bird,¹⁸⁶ sent away by her bridegroom
of blood,¹⁸⁷ or Ham’s Tharbis?¹⁸⁸

Goldman: In the day of Matityahu,
Seleucid’s wicked empire rose up
against God’s people Israel
to make them forget His Torah;¹⁸⁹
Maccabee Hebraism versus
Greek Hellenism. We do not compromise
with ‘erwath dabhar.¹⁹⁰

Compos: You’ve conceded downward
to Ashdod’s Dagon many times,¹⁹¹
to your Sodom sisters,¹⁹² acquiring,
inoculation syndromes—déclassé,
but rarely upward to Yeshua
for brocken spectre.¹⁹³

Goldman: As the central command
of Jewish observance, we worship,
which is more suitable than love.

Compos: Cain agreed with you.

Goldman: Love is a dummy variable, a valence
that is applied at times, by Christians,
or is not applied at times, by us.
We recognized the sin of going native.¹⁹⁴

Compos: The hemicrania dichotomy of man
is the cosmic logic of infinity
proceeding to innate rules for life,
and the covenantal emotion of redemption
proceeding to the innate personal relationship
with the only Mediator, Christ,
curing the angst of migraine continua.
Coy-ites decline to clutch,
the apex law of loving God
with all one’s heart, soul, and mind,
and to love one’s neighbor as one’s self.
Worship and forgiveness are acts of love.
For good or evil, vertical assimilation
does increase extinction coefficients.
We should ask, “Would God make anything
unclean?”¹⁹⁵

Goldman: We Shemites will not meld into pots,
ever, so temperament and intelligence
of spouses and their children are compatible;
acts of love and reproof are understood
without contempt birthed from mismatches.

Toby: The leprous Miriam agrees?¹⁹⁶
Derogation of civilized families.

Goldman: How would you have any experience,
given celibate vows…

Compos: …Violating the first Divine command
to go forth and multiply.¹⁹⁷

Toby menacingly glares at Goldman
who hides behind Compos for safety.

Goldman: Crusader!

Compos: Gefilte fish.

Goldman and Toby: What?

Compos: Perchance you two
take this up at another time.

Goldman: It is your dream after all.

Goldman departs with the poise of snow
in the harvest season.

Toby: What else are you here
to insinuate? Eating coral¹⁹⁸ reefs,
perhaps? They are but skeletons
of invertebrates, admittedly colorful,
extracting calcium carbonite
from seawater, creating hard exoskeletons,
protecting their soft bodies.

Compos: Endangered hiero-monk-fish¹⁹⁹ speak
of your pubescent reefs, your groomed prey,
your Eucharist. Unatoned sinners will be punished
by God and are to face justice as criminals now.
No Nazi Anima bolt-holes, no escape hatches,²⁰⁰
or diocese safe houses for atonement and reformation
to isolate your sons.²⁰¹ Le Moyen Age inform us
religions pass away, but God remains.²⁰²

Toby: The words of a sea devil, an angelshark:
pareidolia backmasking, a false positive.

Compos: Your perspective, I suppose.

Toby: Seriously though, I understand you
do not like the Book of Tobit.
Let me explain, Tobias,
son of the pious Tobit,
is sent by his blind father
to collect money in a distant city.
He hires an angel sent by God,
in human form. They catch a fish
in the Tigris and the angel
keeps the gallbladder, liver,
and head. The entrails are used later
to repel a demon, and also to heal
his blind father’s eyes.

Compos: Your religion is a griffin,
part fowl and part Lion,
rationalism is the angel.²⁰³ Your angel lies,²⁰⁴
an abomination,²⁰⁵ by saying
he was a son of Tobias’ friend
and you admit he used enchantments,²⁰⁶
an abomination.²⁰⁷ Christ drives out demons,
not fish innards. No man is to beguile
me of my reward by delighting in self-abasement,
and the worship of angels, intruding
into those things, which he has not seen,
vainly puffed up²⁰⁸ by his fleshly mind.

Toby: I think you have a devil
needing ekballō.

Compos: Do you believe the passage
of Mark 16:9-20 is in the original text?

Toby: Your sola scriptura question
is why I am the one
to decide what God says.

Compos: More than Lectio Divina,
a continuation of apostolic revelation
is a presumptuous doctrine, a mystical approach,
unity into the Divine by contemplation
and self-surrender into dreamy occultism.
Adding to Scripture or taking away Scripture|
makes a divided house, which everyone knows
cannot stand.

Toby: Total Cessationism has a heretical dimension,
where an uncaring Clockmaker that created,
wound it up, and let it go. Even simpleton Charismatics
know this is not the God of eternal dominion.

Compos: Specific gifts for Pentecost,
miracle healing and speaking in tongues,
were obviously dated and have ceased,
as Calvin and others wrote.²⁰⁹ Today,
it is provably false to claim them
in that they do not work, and are employed
by antichrists seeking God’s glory.
God still intercedes in healing, justly,
for His glory and communication
with His elect. Sets of truth, seen in math
and political science, are systematic
with pure systems, rules,
and applied systems, wisdom.
God’s cannon of law, salvation,
and redemption is closed.²¹⁰ Anyone that claims
to have new law or salvation or redemption is lying,
and is to be dismissed as incapable
of Dostoevsky’s rational argument.²¹¹

Toby: Meaning indulgences that rebuilt
Saint Peter’s Basilica, I suppose.

Compos: And the like; fleecing the flock.
Peter quoted Joel, in the last days,
men and women will prophesy,²¹²
of course, in accordance with Scripture.
The pure scriptural revealed truth
must be applied with individual directions.
Divine revelation of Himself is a doctrine
affirmed in nature, generally, and specifically
in finished supernatural Scripture.
The Holy Spirit revealed it for all²¹³
while blocking some.²¹⁴ New revelation
self-identifies its bearer as a false prophet.²¹⁵

Toby: By this logic, any communication with God
is a revelation of new law and new Scripture.

Compos: No. Pure communication with God
is in the Scripture and applied communication
is in answered prayer.²¹⁶

Toby: God talks to you, does He?

Compos: The spirits are to be tested by Scripture.²¹⁷
The infinite condescension of God
to man is in speech²¹⁸ that develops an intimate
relationship with His elect.²¹⁹ It is humbling,
and makes sin more conscious, which is needed
to hear Him clearly. Abraham and Paul fell
on their face before His holy superiority.²²⁰ It is natural
to seek the Father’s love who gives good gifts
to the elect that ask.²²¹ Christ’s sheep hear
His voice.²²² He is the same
yesterday, today, and forever.²²³
The testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.
Finite minds can not comprehend
the infinite holiness of Scripture
without Holy Spirit prompting
and application.²²⁴ The Spirit
is not to be quenched.²²⁵

Toby: You pray for where to shop
and what occupation to pursue, do you.
Some argue unanswered prayer disproves
your premise.

Compos: That is a fallacy of the non-elect.
To expect to have all finite prayer requests
affirmatively answered by the Infinite God
is foolish in that to have them all answered,
would be an eternal curse.
To be convicted of sin requires
being individually called by the Holy Spirit.²²⁶
To be individually called to His ministry
requires His specific direction.²²⁷ The elect,
in the pure and applied will of God,
are not to think about what they are to say
beforehand, because it is promised
they will be given what to say
in His time.²²⁸ To not talk to the Father,²²⁹
as Jesus instructed, is to exist in pure law,
without hope, as a vexed Pharisee
ejecting melaina chole,²³⁰
absent a saving redemptive relationship.
Enoch and Noah talked with God.²³¹
My Lady Huldah, continues
to be God’s specific willed blessing,
she often sang In the Garden,
He walks with me, and He talks with me.²³²

Toby: You are searching for the Holy Grail,
the treasure of a Fisher King’s lust.

Compos: I am not the wounded Pelles
nor do I applaud the wizardry
of Merlin’s demonic magic.²³³
I noticed you have a bluish-purple stripe
on your dysphoric spine.

Toby: What of it?

Compos: The end time’s whore
of abomination, sitting on the waters
of peoples and multitudes and nations
and tongues, appareled
in holy blue, imperial purple,²³⁴
as did Jezebel the Phoenician,
married to the Israeli king.
That forerunner worshipped her god,
Dagon, father of Baal, adversary of Yamm,
the god of sea, brother of Mot,
the god of death and chaos.
Blue bastard fish fighting rivals
with a kiss;²³⁵ Nineteen Eighty-Four
on man-made hormones.

Toby: Who is your Spiritual Director?
Have you said your catechisms?

Compos: Having accomplished what the malefactor
on the cross with Christ accomplished,²³⁶
the Holy Spirit vertically shepherds my soul,
the Confessor to penitent, the Master to servant.
Duly, Paul horizontally mentored Timothy,
as Priscilla and Aquila taught Apollos.
I’ll leave catechism to de Chardin’s anarchist phenomenon,
the progressive ascending man in enlightened,
psychotic, faiths, and your catacomb hands.
A fallen man, like myself, would ask
if you’ve been Washed in the Blood²³⁷
of the Lamb?

Toby: My twenty-four-karat crucifix proves
I am not hemophobic.

Compos: You worship Christ in vain,
Otherkin. Your fairy star tradition replaces
God’s commandments.²³⁸ Outwardly,
you appear righteous to men,
but within, you are fat with hypocrisy
and iniquity,²³⁹ transethnically mutilated,
CRISPR-Cas9 gene edited
with rearranged DNA,
an evil immune defense system.

Toby: There is no salvation
outside the church.

Compos: The Cyprian style doctrine of
extra Ecclesiam nulla salus
should scripturally define church
as followers of Christ.

Toby: Intellectual dandyism, petit-maitre:²⁴⁰
I would expect no less from a provincial,
a protestant.

Compos: Your lack of inclusiveness
indicates you also know the positions
of Vatican II are false. It maintained
God’s love is so powerful
that it surpasses human sin,
and the freewill of all people
will eventually be overruled
and all people will be saved.

Toby: I am the church
of internationalist world order,
and you are excommunicated.

Compos: Botox preventing the release
of acetylcholine, stopping muscle cell contractions.
A constructive dismissal,
from a chronic invalid sinner,²⁴¹
unforgiven like your stinging comrade,
the scaleless, unclean,²⁴² devil fish
contaminated with bacteria and toxins,
nocturnal scavengers, cave dwellers,
striped gypsy king tiger plecos,
and zebra plecos, Xingu bottom feeder catfish,²⁴³
sun made tribes of subjective peace,²⁴⁴
indomitable huntresses of erudition,²⁴⁵
as shellfish; a canker to pregnancy,²⁴⁶
needing the surveillance of Langerhans cells,
dendritic contractions and distensions,
of episodic memories and regeneration,
inbreeding depression.²⁴⁷ How tiresome
your nights must be deprograming each day’s reality;
a degenerate gambler without funds.
Forever entangled quantum ghosts
never have Avogadro’s obituary,
“Religioso senza intolleranza,
dotto senza pedanteria.”²⁴⁸

As Toby spasms away with congenial fodder,
labyrinth feeder fish,²⁴⁹
and the right-eyed toothy witch
swimming on its side,²⁵⁰ Ray intrudes
from vitriol shadows,
as after the seventh day, finished creation,
and after the cross, finished salvation.

Ray: Are you a man or a fish?
You smell like a fish, a Poor John.²⁵¹
This is a supercritical kettle of fish.

Compos: A transient assembly, to be sure,
released from this present fission
bounded from causing another.

Ray: Men are more likely to follow me
as members of groups
than as individuals.²⁵²
I am known as Jibrīl to some
and Moroni to others.
Toby, one of my many Crisis Actors,
and I are in a Hanseatic League.
“Chaos, Waiting for Adam’s return,
Madness, Smiling as we watch it burn.”
I turn the disorder in him to dancing stars,²⁵³
firing one subcritical mass into another,
or imploding one with chemical compression.
A spherical core surrounded
by a tampering reflector, surrounded
by the high explosive,
maybe using other geometries.
Cultural problems are not solved
by a return to religion.²⁵⁴

Compos: Except from a superluminal view
in a vacuum; a tachyonic field of 1 + 3 spacetime.
Spectral flux density is more radiometric
than photometric: only measuring light.
Interface mimicry is indispensable
to attractor analysis; pterois known as lionfish,
dragonfish, and scorpionfish
with an expanding stomach
to ingest the devoured. Decision trees
are algorithms, and if interpreted prematurely,
as binary, can lead to misdiagnoses.
Fusion-fission optimization
with a metaheuristic algorithm|
binds energy for stability.
Fusion, fission, and β-decay…

Ray: Integrative semantics of sub-pathways,
the cross talk of networks
in pseudotime trajectories;
cis-hetero-patriarchal space.
Life’s an Inverness tale told,
by a strutting idiot,
signifying nothing.²⁵⁵

Compos: Thought is semantics,
but computation is syntax.
Silent synapses look for connections,
potential new memories for learning;
easier than modifying mature synapses.
Epitope-preserving magnetic analysis
of the proteome see filopodia’s thin membrane
protruding from dendrites. NMDA and AMPA
not cooperating in the electric current,
until converted into activity.²⁵⁶
Life is more than food,
and the body is more than clothes.²⁵⁷
The benchmark is, I believe,
Angel, a true golden ratio,²⁵⁸
defeated you as Prince of Persia,
and Prince of Greece.

With the clout of hyssop,
Angel ministers.²⁵⁹

Angel: Sir Compos Mentis,
you are well-beloved. Fear not
them that can kill the body,
but fear the One that can kill
both the body and the soul in hell.
Ray you will be defeated again
in your full-teated Rome,
and in the gospel’s headwater, Jerusalem.²⁶⁰

Ray: Cetus, you have been sent
by Poseidon from Joppa.

Angel: Thusly said as a master
of blinding chaos. Hùn shuù mō yū.

Ray: Muddy water does make it easier
to catch fish. I am not neophiliac,
and never placate the velocity
of social satire; the sum of time
over distance. What is the speed
of Christ’s intervention?

Angel: You are aware there is no distance
in Elohim, the Godhead. Intervention
of the omniscient Son to the Father,
and the Father’s omnipotent action is simultaneous,
omnipresent; guaranteed eternal acquittal.²⁶¹
Telescopes are not time machines in infinity,
searching for a cosmic dawn ex nihilo,
inverse math of black holes,
a white hole exploding matter and energy,
lacking equilibrium and requiring a Creator
for the first cause of all the effects
in the closed information space.

Ray: God divides by zero, does He.

Angel: Save the blasphemous humor
for your jeering audiophiles.

Ray: There is more to life
than increasing its speed.²⁶²

Angel: Birth pangs do not slow.²⁶³
Little Demon’s increase seeding vulgarity
that corrupts communication, and pornography
that festers fidelity, and violence
that blisters peace, and blasphemy
that abscesses sick bay hope—
murderers of children, will rape them,
but in hatred they first dost swim.²⁶⁴

Ray: I do so miss The Torches of Nero,
Candlesticks of Christianity,²⁶⁵
and Gregory’s Inquisition…²⁶⁶

Angel: Roman fish sacrificed
to Ovid’s Dea Tacita, the silent goddess,
a goddess of the dead,
sealer of hostile mouths
and unfriendly tongues.²⁶⁷
Men may destroy existence
before they understand
the meaning of existence.²⁶⁸

Ray: Philistine!²⁶⁹

Angel: One of yours.

Ray: Swine!²⁷⁰

Angel: Your Legion of slow bellies.²⁷¹
If one listens closely, one can hear
the keys to the bottomless pit rattling.²⁷²

Ray: I will have my New World Order!
Till I call fire from heaven,
and become a god in your Temple,
no less, in Jerusalem,²⁷³
farewell to your harem.²⁷⁴

Angel: Self-identifying as God
will never give you āsēity.
The wicked speak forwardness²⁷⁵
in their synchronous energy grid,
as the eternal network math
of vertices is recording the edge list;
discrete optimizing the set of variables.
You stir up an accursed thing,
inciting hate’s day of doubt
to subtract energy from human mass|
times Light’s speed, squared.
As a chief prince, I say,
“The Lord rebuke you.”²⁷⁶
It is your Armageddon,
your witching hour,
our seconds of allotted fate,
tribulation of zombie fish,
swimming upstream in seafoam,
unable to die.²⁷⁷ The time
to die is appointed, once,
and after this is the judgment.²⁷⁸
I stand on a sea of glass and fire,
with the harps of God,
singing the song of Moses
and the holy Lamb,
in victory over the beast, his image,
his mark, and the number of his name.²⁷⁹
As a whirlwind passes, so the wicked is
no more.²⁸⁰

Ray boisterously scurries off
into the proverbial to be ground
in a mortar with pestle.
In the danse macabre,
he knew he was death’s fool.
The wicked flee when no man pursues:
but the righteous are bold as a lion,²⁸¹
agile combat employment.
Rulers on earth set themselves up
against the Lord and His anointed.
Le bon Dieu laughs at them,
and will hold them in derision.
Best to learn early to be neither
cynical nor sycophant of fallibles.
The psalmist exclaims sic passim,
kiss the Son, lest He be angry,
and you perish. Blessed are they
that trust Him.²⁸²

Having reached the Bragg peak,²⁸³
and being beckoned from within,
mental control, mental control,²⁸⁴
by theopneustos’²⁸⁵ piercing promises,
Compos redocks in consciousness’ harbor,
awake with perfect peace, realizing
the Lord’s mercies are not consumed,
because His compassions fail not.
Renewed in the bowers of heaven,
they are new each morning:
great is His faithfulness.²⁸⁶
In our house of sky,
the Lord takes our hand,
and listens to our baby talk.²⁸⁷
Haydn’s sonata algorithm
of Die sieben letzten Worte
unseres Erlösers am Kreuze,²⁸⁸
and Compos’ dreamed algorithm
of multiomic²⁸⁹ love proves
with end-to-end learning, beyond conjecture,
what must be done
in the twinkling of an eye,²⁹⁰
the speed of light
into the rods and cones.
Compos thinks I’âge me presse,²⁹¹
as is its duty, its raison d’être,²⁹²
not for a vibrating quantum being
feeding off ambient energy, hiding truth
from consciousness, bridging micro and macro
equations. He will not suffer life’s pelf,
im yirtzeh Hashem,²⁹³
to be kinetically hoarded
any longer.

And so, Sir Compos Mentis finished
Lady Huldah’s katabatic song.
“I will come to You,
Water From A Rock,
please hear me now,
Water Into Wine,
I need You now,
Walk On Water,
I believe You now,
Water From Your Side,
I’ll follow You now,
The Living Water,
has healed me now.”

“Hear the word of the LORD, You rulers of Sodom;
Give ear to the instruction of our God, You people of Gomorrah.” (Isaiah 1:10)

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