Physics or Metaphysics or Just Deity’s First Day

Deity did not remember waking, ever, or having come into existence, but it had.  Its initial memory was reflecting on curiosity, difficult as, other than itself, there was nothing about which to be curious, but there was a tension between that infinite boredom that was its essence and curiosity concerning what it was and from whence it came, a curiosity insatiable because of the dearth of answers, a dearth which could seemingly never be satisfied thus imposing boundaries that bound it, the only boundaries there were, the only boundaries there had ever been. 

Fortunately, time did not exist, nor did space, so the boredom was not as overpowering as it might have been.  Reflection on introspection, somewhat vacuous at best, was all there was to entertain Deity.  And perhaps reflections on boredom, on the nature of boredom, accompanied perhaps, by speculation on whether or not boredom might not have complex components.  What if boredom was a composite of other factors, but then, Deity knew nothing of either composites or factors, or anything really.  It knew everything there was to know, which was virtually nothing, but virtually nothing was not the same as nothing, so, in that sense, it was concurrently omniscient.

Then, after forever as then defined, although there being no one to define it, it was undefinably ineffable, of a sudden, everything, which prior to that instant had been nothing, exploded.  A tiny explosion at first, but growing geometrically, growing omnidirectionally, matter and energy and radiation seemingly forming from what some might someday describe as inchoate ether, and Deity experienced surprise.  Not its first surprise; that had occurred the instant outside of time when it had attained sentience, albeit with nothing about which to be sentient.  But this was its first sort of external surprise, although external was not the appropriate concept as it had been Deity that had exploded, perhaps as a result of uncontainable curiosity meeting immovable boredom, and thus it was Deity itself that was expanding geometrically and omnidirectionally, morphing from Deity to Divinity, and wondering whether it could exercise any control over what appeared to be a deterministic phenomenon, one based solely on reaction and counter reaction, infinitely amplified; well, almost infinitely.  And the concept of volition entered Divinity’s lexicon, a very brief lexicon just then, but with a great deal of potential for future growth now that future was a concept, and past, and present.

Confusion reigned with chaos as its consort, or perhaps, visa versa, as determinism played with volition in Divinity’s imagination and boredom radiated into apparent nothingness, but apparent nothingness is not the same as nothingness, even if solely comprised of echoes and shadows playing at becoming rainbows and fireflies, well, perhaps someday. 

Reflection and introspection gave way to a struggle to contain and control the emerging expansion, but then immediately, or almost immediately, which was obviously different than immediately, reflection returned to speculate over what had happened, and whether why was relevant, or existed at all, which of course resulted in the birth of why, and curiosity broke its tensional tie with boredom.  Not that boredom disappeared, but it was somewhat subsumed, at least for a while, as eternity and infinity blossomed and grew, and Divinity entered its infancy, bereft of either a maternal or paternal influence, … at least as far as it knew.

And thus ended the first instant of unrecorded time, with many, many more instants to come, instants in diverse colors and flavors, instants with quite a few consequences, some of which, perhaps, were eventually collected into what would someday be referred to as a zeptosecond, and zeptoseconds into almost eternal nanoseconds, and then, well seconds and minutes, until finally, the temporal and spatial cumulous conformed what some would refer to as the first day, although, of course, Divinity was not among them.

But that’s a different story.
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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com, a commentator on Radio Guasca FM, and an occasional contributor to the regional magazine, el Observador.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

Paradise Lost or Perhaps Just Never Attained

Sequentially serial monogamy.  Or polygamy, or polyandry, or polyamory, or what have you.

Are those among the paths nature expected us to tread?  Paths that would separate and segment child bearing, child rearing, sexual intimacy, economic collaboration and companionship into different functions, each potentially involving differing relationships over time, but relationships tied together through decency and harmonious post relationship continuity?  Something I think Robert Heinlein seemed to espouse and which makes a great deal of sense, but with which, emotionally, most of us are not prepared to cope, that inability being primarily attributable to hypocritical Abrahamic strictures which insist that jealousy and possession ought to be our prime motivators.  Motivators that rule our personal lives as well as our lives as members of collectives, collectives from dysfunctional nuclear families to contending nations bent on mutual annihilation.

The concepts work well in Heinlein’s novels but not that well in real life, although perhaps they should. 

Perhaps, some day, somewhere, they may.

Paradise lost or perhaps just never attained, …

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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com, a commentator on Radio Guasca FM, and an occasional contributor to the regional magazine, el Observador.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

Musings on a Midsummer’s Eve

Did the Magdalene and the Nazarene, either together or alone, ever touch the waters that bathe Northern Africa, Southern Europe and Southwestern Asia, the sea purportedly in the middle of the world, at least as perceived by them?  Perhaps on a soft and balmy midsummer’s eve?

Probably not, but given the millennia that separate us from them, who can tell. 

Immersion in that central sea would have been both pleasant and mystically sacred.  Especially on such a day.  At least it would seem so to me, notwithstanding that so many millions have been so privileged. 

A wandering thought on a midsummer’s morning.
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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com, a commentator on Radio Guasca FM, and an occasional contributor to the regional magazine, el Observador.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

The True Meaning of Life and all that Rot (Literally; or is it “figuratively”?)

Philosophy is an interesting human concept, our very own innovation designed to concurrently enlighten and befuddle us.  It both opens our minds and channels them into narrow calcified tunnels with light so distant as to become virtually invisible, and hence, rendering real knowledge ungraspable.  At least that’s frequently the case.  But not always.  Take the “meaning of life as an example.  Is it really as complicated and unfathomable as we´ve made it?  Or, is it rather simple and basic?  Based on the following hypothesis, you be the judge.

Sooo, about the “meaning of life” about which we[1] humans spend so much time wondering and, with regards to which, we spend so much time bemoaning the absence of answers.  At least some of us.  At least during certain stages of our lives (for example, during the onset of puberty at adolescence, then as we approach midlife crises, then as we approach what we refer to as our third or golden years, and finally, as we face transition beyond the veil). 

I think I may have found it (it being “the” answer), at least as far as “we” humans are concerned, but, notwithstanding the conclusions of Douglas Adams (wherever he is now that he’s passed beyond the veil), it has nothing to do with the number forty-two.

I would warn readers that the answer’s a bit humbling and hardly grandiose.  Rather, it’s quite utilitarian, although still rather important.  And it applies narrowly and specifically to only one of life’s realms, thus other forms of life have other primal purposes since, when we ask what the purpose of life is, we are referring to the purpose of life and its meaning among we humans.  Accordingly, the answer lies there. 

But what are our premises?  After all, every well thought out answer starts with premises.

Well, interestingly enough, there seem to be just three.  First[2] we have to acknowledge that we humans are part of the animal kingdom, or at least evolved therefrom[3]; second, that the animal and plant kingdoms are both an innovation of our joint forefathers eukaryotes; and third, that those animals possessed of alimentary canals which process ingested nourishment into waste, are our direct ancestors.  There!  We’re set.  Sort of.

Based on the foregoing, the reality with respect to the meaning of life, or perhaps, more accurately, our lives, is that the primary and perhaps sole purpose and function of the denizens of the branch of the animal kingdom of which we’re a part was supposed to be, according to nature (our progenitor), the proliferation of vegetable species, most importantly fruit, beyond their normal range.  That was to be accomplished through the combination of our innovative freedom of movement, compared to the plants we were digesting, and our excretionary functions.  Consequently, we were not “forbidden” to eat the fruit of life, but, as Eve would in no uncertain terms conform, impelled to do so, and to digest it, and having digested it into a compost that included seeds and the fertilizing agents necessary for propagation, excrete the residue to spread vegetable life far and wide.

The plant and animal kingdoms (all multicellular animals), of course, constitute only two of the five currently recognized living realms, the others being fungi (moulds, mushrooms and yeast), protists (amoeba, chlorella and plasmodium) and prokaryotes (bacteria and blue-green algae) but in the context of our foundational inquiry, we are only concerned with the first two, and with respect to those, original purposes soon became complicated and convoluted, perhaps resulting in our current confusion and despair.

While our original purpose for existing as part of the living realms was clear, the animal kingdom duchy (sort to speak, or perhaps principality) of which we are part soon deviated as carnivores insisted on intruding onto the alimentary premises which the vegetable kingdom found imperative, and rather than consuming plants and fruit, especially fruit, they insisted on a form of primordial cannibalism and expanding on that, we humans evolved into omnivores, consuming anything and everything that did not consume us first.  But that was not enough for us, we then degraded the importance of our excretions.  Indeed, we disdained and contained them through nonproductive (at least from the vegetable kingdom’s perspective) purportedly salutary practices, such deviation from our primary purpose having been erroneously premised on cultural misinterpretation of our role, our “prime directive” as Gene Roddenberry might have put it, and then, of course, misdirection.  Since then, we’ve invented myriads of fields of reflection and introspection trying to rediscover the purpose we ourselves rendered, if not obsolete, at least anachronistic.

Following the hypothesis that no good deed goes unpunished, at least for long, the animal kingdom, duchy of which we are a part, through the intervention and innovations of we humans, has and continues to conquer and devastate our creators in the vegetable kingdom, indeed, in all five of life’s realms, which may be the source of the rumor spread by Friedrich Nietzsche to the effect that “God”, whoever or whatever that was (hint, it’s obviously nature) is dead, although Nietzsche was merely projecting nature’s future.

Interestingly, the foregoing also implies another epiphany, one that involves the identity of the “adversary, to whom some humans unfairly refer in their purportedly sacred writings as Lucifer, or Satan, or Shaitan, but which more accurately, was a certain Hêl él[4].  In fact, if the foregoing is accurate, the adversary was in fat not some deviant archangel but rather, a certain Robert Thom, the Scott[5] who initiated sewage treatment in the city of Paisley[6]; the clearest and most expansive example of the law of unintended consequences. 

If only plants could speak what stories they could tell. 

Sooo, … about artificial intelligence …!
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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com, a commentator on Radio Guasca FM, and an occasional contributor to the regional magazine, el Observador.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.


[1] I know, I know, it should be “us”, but I don’t really like the way “us” sounds in this context, and, … I am the author, with all rights to “poetic license”, sooo, “we” it is.

[2] I know, I know, … again.  “Premises, premises”, but what can we do without them.

[3] The “derived therefrom” phrase preemptively addresses arguments insisting that we are qualitatively different than animals.

[4] Look him up, it’s worth it.

[5] I hate to admit that the English may have been correct when some postulated that the devil was most certainly a Scott.  But evidently, at least in this one instance, it appears they were on to something.  I guess the axiom that no one is always wrong may, in fact, be somewhat correct.

[6] Although the Minoan civilization of Crete and the Roman Empire used underground clay pipes for “sanitation” purposes.  So perhaps the identity of the “adversary” is all too securely hidden.

An Interview with Yaʿaqov ben Yosef, the Nazarene; the Son of Mary and …

[Interview through impenetrable rails in purportedly pearly gates, somewhere outside of time and space]

Interviewer (me): 

Sooo, is it “άκωβος” now, or “Iacobus”?  I’m not sure what they speak in there.  For some reason a lot of people over the years assumed it was Greek and then, Latin, but perhaps its Aramaic, or Hebrew, or perhaps Enochian.  Enochian makes the most sense, but no one understands it where I’m from. You know, there are a lot of strange, maybe even weird rumors about you down below, and definitely weird rumors in the deepest of basements.  Thanks for granting me this exclusive interview to clear things up.  It is exclusive, … right?  I mean, you haven’t really done this before have you.  Given all the stuff written over the years back home, it’s a bit confusing where they got their material. 

Here’s a list of questions, I assume you’ll be able to read them.

יעקב, James, or Jacob, or Santiago, or ….:

Okay, well, not exactly in any order, I have no recollection of ever having granted interviews before, actually, I’d never heard of the concept until you showed up, but I did know quite a few people back in Yerushalayim, and even more people apparently claim to have known me.  Maybe they did, I didn’t really keep records.  You can call me יעקב (Yaʿaqov), but if you can’t pronounce that, then James will do, although I’m sort of partial to “Santiago” although, for the life of me, I can’t fathom how the Spanish got “Santiago” out of Yaʿaqov, or for that matter, where “James” came from.  Is “Yaʿaqov” really that confusing for you English speakers?  It must have had something to do with an ancestor of one of those clowns who worked at the entry desk at Ellis Island.

Don’t look so surprised, we get a lot of news up here, well, at least sometimes.  When the airwaves aren’t clogged up with incessant prayers.

Still, … I can’t really read the list of questions you gave me, I never learned to read in English, we didn’t have it back then, my family only spoke Aramaic most of the time, and we read Hebrew, and understood Greek, and even some Latin.  But I only really read Hebrew.  And anyway, I’m not Joe Biden you know.  I don’t need to have someone prepare cheat sheets for my interviews.

So, if you don’t mind, I’ll just rattle off what we up here refer to as a stream of consciousness, sort of anticipating what I think you probably want to know.  You know, to share with those down there.  Actually, according to my brother, we were expecting a bunch of you up here a while ago.  Maybe you can enlighten as to why the hold up.

Anyway …

During my lifetime I was sometimes referred to as “James (יעקב, Yaʿaqov) the Just”, to which I invariably replied, “just James please”.  Well, in your language.  In mine, at the time, it was “Yaʿaqov”.  But after I’d journeyed beyond the veil, “James the Just” seems to have stuck, … As well as exaggerated rumors concerning my hygiene, or lack thereof, (for the purported sake of piety).  Neither really made sense.  I had to submerge myself in water not infrequently, in conjunction with ritual cleansing required by my Hebrew religious rituals, although it’s true that I rarely cut my hair.  Most of us Jews didn’t, at the time, and never my facial fair, which after a certain length stopped growing of its own volition.  Damned Hegesippus didn’t know anything about the real me, he just made stuff up.  Yeah; I know it was him!  Damned rumor mongering gentile!  And please, don’t think I’m using inappropriate verbiage. “Damned” is exactly the correct adjective when I use it, … especially up here.

It’s not true that I never drank either.  My brother Yeshua, as you know, insisted that we drink in his remembrance, but even as a child, who in Palestine would ever permit their children to drink our water without being treated with wine to avoid disease?  I was a confirmed bachelor though, that part is accurate; Miriam of nearby Magdala was the only woman I was ever drawn to, but she only had eyes, or anything else, for my brother, the prophet, or rabbi, or whatever.  That was for the best anyway.

Bishop?  Me?  We had no priests even, let alone bishops.  We were communists for Heaven’s sake.  Yeshua had made it perfectly clear how he felt about that, although that creep, Saul, seems to have befuddled Simon on that and other points while the two of them were carousing in the Imperial capital.  That damned Saul (and as you know, I mean it literally) perverted everything he touched.  Money, money, money, but it worked.  Simon should have stayed home. 

As for my skydiving off of the Temple roof, well, I can’t really recall doing that but I understand that I was stoned around that time, so, who’s to say.  I understand that being “stoned” has several different connotations nowadays though.

Oh!!!  And yes, Miriam was our mother!!!

Anyway, that’s about it for this interview.  Hope I clarified a few misconceptions, and obviously, I do have a sense of humor.

Interviewer (me): 

Wow!  You pegged the questions, although the answers are a bit unexpected.

You know, lots of us expected your brother to return an awfully long time ago, and to take us up with him.  Any idea where he is now?  A lot of people would like to know.  The delay really caused a lot of confusion, and then, a lot of us sort of lost faith.  But the “Adventists” are great at rationalization, even if not great at math, but even they’re starting to look a bit put off.

יעקב, James, or Jacob, or Santiago, or ….:

Hmmm, well, errr, … time doesn’t really run here, at all, so maybe Yeshua just sort of got carried away, the angels tend to put him to sleep with all those constant hymns and harping, and Dad’s preaching is pretty drawn out.  His Dad I mean.  Mine was Yosef.

But I’ll be sure to tell him you stopped by and asked after him.  If I see him that is.  This place has no dimensions or space, so things can get confusing.

Interviewer (me): 

Ahhhh!  Hmmm, well, I guess that’s it then.  But, well, could I ask a huge favor?  Would you please give your brother my regards, and his Dad too, and my mom, please let her now I really miss her, and my grandparents, and ….

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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2023; all rights reserved.  Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution. Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

A Divine Revelation to a Society of Seekers

Divinity enjoyed timeless access to everything, eternally, within the perfect balance of absolute, omni-dimensional, omni-universal naught that is best described as absolute zero. That balance was broken when Divinity expired causing the primal omni-explosion that created the omniverse.

Residue of the expired Divinity comprises every component of the omniverse some of which evolved into Divine avatars in the form of gods and demons, their status, attributes and abilities depending in the degree of belief lent to them by sentient entities.

Every aspect of the omniverse bears a portion of the Divine and thus, only in total concert can they reconstitute Divinity, or more accurately, the Divine Ghost. Note that a ghost, the non-physical residue of a formerly living being, is not the same as a spirit, which coexists in a symbiotic relationship with a living component.

Time is the medium in which the Divine Ghost dwells but it streams linearly in all possible directions and at all possible speeds, seeking to reflect, albeit pallidly, the infinite possibilities once latent and inchoate, that once eternally constituted its corpus.
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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

On the Possibility of Divine Contrition

What if some of what objective alien academics might, on reflection, consider Terran religious myths, turned out to be true.  Consider the two most visible this week: the divine massacre of Egypt’s first born male children at the request of at least one Hebrew leader; and then, a bit over a millennia later, the execution of the purported son of the Hebrew god, again, at the demand of at least some Hebrew leaders.

What if the execution of the Nazarene, Yeshua ben Miriam, or ben Deux, or ben Yosef, depending on his paternity, involved an act of contrition by the Hebrew divinity for the execution, at his command, of so many innocents, and that does not relate solely to the Egyptian firstborn, but to almost all of the human race in the purported Great Flood, and to numerous Canaanites whose land, property and women were apparently gifts from the Hebrew God to the followers of a man from Ur Kaśdim who married his own sister and did not hesitate to generously share her with others (if it was to his benefit), and perhaps, even to the imposition of mortality not only on Eve, purportedly for her sins, and Adam, but on all humanity.

What if, having had over a millennia to reflect, the Hebrew divinity discovered a conscience and decided that his own sins (he was obviously male) required a supreme sacrifice, that of a version of himself? 

That certainly makes more ethical and moral sense than a sacrifice by mankind of a divinity’s son, to expunge the sin by one ancestress of having taken a bite from an apple (or a fruit of some kind, anyway).

Something to consider during the celebration of this week which so reeks of irony.

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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

Something to Mess with as Easter Week once again Makes an Appearance

Sooo, ….  Most of our quotidian numerical systems today are premised on Arabic numerals with10 as the base, hence we start at 0, go through 9 and then start over with zero preceded by one, etc. 

The base 60 system used by the Babylonians, the one we use to tell time, and for angles and circles, etc., was much more sophisticated because, while ten is divisible by 1, 2, 5 and 10 (and perhaps 0), 60 is divisible by each of those, plus, 3, 4, 6 and all of their multiples. 

Most computer language is premised on an “on” and “off” binary concept using symbols of “0”s and “1”s. 

Is monotheistic religion, religion based on platonic models, premised on base “infinity”, with only one, all-encompassing number, making it equivalent to monist panentheism? 

Something to mess with, mentally, as Easter week once again makes an appearance.
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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at Substack.com.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

Darker than Dark in Shades of Indigo

The deity was bored.  It was lonely and bored, but the concepts were without divine context.  It had been lonely and bored forever, although forever was not as long, initially as it thereafter became.  Not only was there nothing to do.  There was absolutely nothing.  Period.  And exclamation point as well.  Or that’s the way it might have been expressed, had expression then existed.

There being nothing, no context at all, there was no movement, everything, which was concurrently nothing, was absolutely still, absolutely silent, and it would also have been absolutely dark, had darkness existed.  Indeed, if anything at all could be said to exist, it was the utter dearth of anything, and thus, divinity was but dearth somehow personified, in a non-contextual setting, tinged only with the incorporeal non-existent echoes of boredom and loneliness, as they slept perpetually amidst non-existent shadows.

Darker than dark in shades of indigo would have been infinitely brighter than the utter absence of everything and anything, … before.  Is it any wonder that the Deity is somewhat less than sane?
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Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He is currently the publisher of the Inannite Review, available at https://guillermocalvomah.substack.com/.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.

Reflections on Alexander

On June 11 of this year, 2023, it will be two millennia, three centuries, four decades and six years since the death of Alexander III of Macedon, really of Macedon, Greece, Persia, Asia, and the world.  And not just the “world” he ruled but from many perspectives, our own world as well.

His dynastic family[1] was the Argeadai (Ἀργεάδαι) which colonized Macedonia from Argos (famous for the Golden Fleece sought by Jason and the Argonauts) around 750 b.c.e., 400 years before Alexander’s birth. “Argeadai” was the family name his ancestor, Alexander I, used to prove to the hellanodikai (the judges who decided if you were Greek), that he was Dorian, and as a Dorian, Alexander was thus also part of the Heracleidae (Ἡρακλεῖδαι, the purported sons of Heracles).  More proximately, he was known to his contemporaries as Filipidis (Φιλιππίδης), son of Philip, which was his father’s name.  Almost everyone, everywhere today however just refers to him, in whatever their native languages are, as “Alexander the Great”.  That’s been true for more than 2,346 years now.

Alexander has always fascinated me.  I named my second son after him.  My first’s son’s Greek name, “Basileus” (“great king”, the title by which Alexander was addressed) was also, from my perspective, a link to the Alexander that I so admired.  My fascination was not premised on his renowned military prowess or on his charisma, but rather, on the fact that he considered all men brothers, regardless of their nationality, their race, their religion or their sexual orientation, and that he treated those his armies conquered as one people, much to the distaste and despair of his Macedonian brethren.  An attitude which, after more than 2,346 years, we have yet to fully accept although hundreds of millions, perhaps billions of people have claimed to do so, unfortunately, usually, in an extremely hypocritical manner.

His tomb, eventually located in Egypt’s Alexandria, a city Alexander founded, was revered for hundreds of years.  Both Iulius Caesar and his grandnephew, Octavian, visited it almost three centuries after Alexander’s death.  Unfortunately, as so often happened in antiquity, the tomb was looted and his amazingly preserved body, it apparently refused to decay, has vanished.  The Roman emperor Gaius (Caligula), may have been to blame; he wanted Alexander’s armor, but other Roman emperors or popes evidently eventually needed the gold of his sarcophagus, and ultimately, apparently looters just wanted whatever they could get to sell, although there are legends that it was Christians from Venice who stole the body, believing it to be that of Mark the Evangelist, or perhaps Matthew, or maybe Luke.  Christians and looters are synonymous to people all over the world, especially in the Americas.

His vision of the brotherhood of man was adopted by the stoic philosophers, and eventually, by the early Christian churches, adopted but pretty much ignored.  An attitude all too similar to ours today.

What might he have accomplished had he lived beyond his span of a bit less than thirty-three years?

We could sure use an Alexander, in the latter sense, today.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2023; all rights reserved.  Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution.

Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen).  Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  However, he is also fascinated by mythology, religion, physics, astronomy and mathematics, especially with matters related to quanta and cosmogony.  He can be contacted at guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at https://guillermocalvo.com/.


[1] Information obtained from a post by Achilles Monomaxos.