JCSBimp's Hexagonal Orthogonal

Okay, get ready for a strange, silly, pop-culture-addict, time-traveler-wannabe adventure. Look at this. I LITERALLY WAS JUST THINKING ALONG THESE WEIRD LINES, AND I GOT TO WATCH IT GET LITERALLY WEIRDER, AS IF ON COMMAND. My command. And that’s scary, and I don’t know what to do about it right now except to blog post about it, and to PROMISE TO THE FORCES BEHIND IT that I am not going to waste this opportunity, whatever it is, whatever it means, whatever the @#$% is happening. Speak, LORD, your servant is listening. Or something like that.

Look at this.

Okay, take a look at that, because what I’m about to share is going to sound at least a little crazy, because it is indeed at least a little crazy, but it also has a reasoned basis, one whose reasoning I actually have been working out while the whole thing has been happening to me.

Viz.: (aka videlicet, aka ALLONS-Y)

Sometime today, I was engaging in some thought as to how strange revelations and creativity seem to generate some of the same hair-raising feel, like a déjà vu experience, and that sometimes the symptoms of these moments and this feeling include a sensation of becoming unanchored in time.

And just now I finished watching Doctor Who: Silence in the Library and Forest of the Dead, a two-parter I have watched FAR too often, but while I was walking the dogs and blowing my tears-soaked nose afterwards, I thought that, of course! for me those episodes are central, they’re the first Doctor Who I watched, ever, almost, …

… and River and the Doctor encounter time in opposite directions, and so of course it’s central, it’s the ORIGIN …

… which made me think of math, which brought me back to the connection between creativity and weird moments, so to speak, which, to be frank, the whole integer factorization inspiration thing has been.

And then I went on Facebook and browsed to earlier today, to a post I had made and shared about Rita Gardner, inspired because I have recently been cast in, and am in rehearsal for, a community theater production of The Fantasticks, to be staged in the NW Georgia town where I grew up, and she was an original cast member, the one whose voice captivates me the most in listening to the Original Cast Recording …

… and I split off in a related direction to find out what other work she had done, found her on IMdB, saw she’d done recent TV work …

… and had died only last year.

Okay, yeah, that would do for me to go in and edit my Facebook post, which as you can see, I started to do in the edit post screenshot above …

… but I stopped. I took the screenshot of it, canceled the edit, and decided to put it here, because it’s all, it all feels, just too connected. Just a year ago, I’m just now getting interested in The Fantasticks after never giving that musical play more than a blink of a notice despite decades spent working in my vocation-de-coeur, and it feels like I’m picking up almost immediately after she left off …

… and reality feels like a dream and dreams feel like reality …

… and what if there’s something like a data core at work in the metaphysical world, and Steven Moffatt in his own way, and all creative people in their own ways, have tapped into that data core, quite by accident on their part but quite on purpose on the part of whosever data core it is! so of course that two-part Doctor Who episode would seem central, not just circumstantially, but essentially, in some form of higher-understood reality ….

So yeah. Whoa. It’s not a supernatural revelation, much closer to a fan-boy revelation, as I said, but still… whoa…

It was certainly enough for me to change plans from editing the Facebook post, to screenshotting the edit screen, and blogging it here.

And so it’s not happening in the same way that fanciful and iconic time-travel tale did it, but I feel like in some way a series of signs have brought me to whatever real entity Moffat called The Library (or perhaps CAL), and Philip K. Dick called VALIS, and that in some strange, meaningful/meaningless/nonsensical/profound way, like picking up a sonic screwdriver whose existence you don’t really understand and finding a data ghost inside …

Rita Gardner has been saved.

And the math inspiration process is maybe connected to it (maybe EVERYTHING is), and it isn’t done with me yet. Not by a galaxy.