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Old 06-13-2015, 01:00 AM   #5
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The Vestibule Abstract

Dimension Zero --

It's hard to explain - an atom particle: plain
and harboring information that might embark to your brain,
but it'll go unnoticed like binary code to computers
or nucleotides as their shown in us humans.
Consider it a pixel with a formidable future -
bits of information that grow with the user.
Dont get confused though; It's not one of the world's inventions.
It's just nothingness with potential purpose pending.

The First Dimension --

A line such as one on paper this verse is penned in.
Constructed from previous dots, who's measurement is endless.
The further it's traveled the greater the distance -
in a round-about sense you could take the equator for instance.
Still not finite like the matter of Jesus,
or the path of the breeze when a traveler sneezes.
It could be the border in a picture between canvas and cretin,
or the galaxy's timeline - if we ever happen to see it.

The Second Dimension --

Crafted from pieces of infinite lines that are presently set in
- forming planes such as signs warning plebs of a dead end.
It has space to be used, or could be traveled and touched -
such as subway walls when bombers handle a brush
or have a can in their clutch. A tray managed at lunch
is a plane until it's a space with bags full of grub.
Make a canvas erupt by putting dots on a plane --
and manipulate art in a godly exchange.

The Third Dimension --

A quadrant contained when planes intersect -
plotting a space for matter such as a brain in a head.
If the plane was a bed - the space could be the length of your leg.
Just like your face is the surface for sweat during insatiable dread.
It's all relative - there's no theory to string here.
This is the dimension we live in, and where I clearly just drink beer.
It's weird, now, to think clear - A gypsy's the same as a prince
when we think of matter as information and bits.
Genetic coding is luck no matter how lame it can get -
comparable to gambling versus gaming with wit.

The Fourth Dimension --

Is insane in a sense. A space of spaces affixed
to each other - I suspect this is where we may just exist.
The consensus is "Time," but I think that Dimension is "Five."
In this Dimension: space is the element of design.
The information allows matter to strengthen and fly
- creating features around us like the sediment and the sky,
but most importantly: The atmosphere to our cities.
Explaining "Why" can be adhereingly tricky.

Saccadic Suppression --

when your eyes see motions flying and mask the perception
with pre-programmed images that are mapped in a second.
Well, less, but the math is eccentric.
Fathom the message and get a grasp on the leverage.
Your brain "photoshops" reality for practical penchant -
but what subconscious duties on average are endless
that we never engaged or had to have questioned?
Such as: does a painters' brain see the canvas as exits?


For Saccadic Suppression to work - the elements must agree:
for every plausible action the brain expects what to see.
So either we control time, and in a sense are a cheat,
or have psychic abilities on a sensible leash.
I think neither are true, but the former is close.
This explains poor decisions from morons and dopes.
Also, this lends to De Ja Vu's as a trail of the false:
when your brain has a misstep and fails the saccade.
A brain is an organ that monitors how it's changed and evolved;
That taught you how to protect it from the painful and wrong.
It knows when to recharge and when to escape with alarm.
Uses our body to take an emotion and make it a song.
It's a gateway to the gods - connected to the building blocks.
While we're just the vestibule and living stock.
It's producing immortality and paving the course tall -
but our body is barely breaking the fourth wall.
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