Worldly Love:
A Love Story of the Earth and the Moon

As the moon, challenge night and gain the light;
As the rose, suffer the thorn—gain the fragrance;
Of life, surrender to live forever—
Enlightened more than a thousand suns.

I am thy moon, thy constant satellite,
Thy crystal paramour of day and night.
Above and below, and within thy sight,
I whirl around you in loving delight.

In a magnetic dance, I whirl and twirl,
Attracted to you, oh liveliest world.
Around you as a necklace I’m aswirl—
Wear me as thy crystalline gem impearled.

Wherever thou orbits ‘round Apollo,
I must twirl and whirl, hurry and follow;
Dust I gather, meteors I swallow,
Ranging far and wide through space not hollow.

Thy romantic beam, as Cupid’s arrow,
Pierces my heart and kills my sorrow,
Injecting life and love for tomorrow;
Henceforth, I’ll shine with this life I borrow.

Around you I whirl, a necklace of pearl,
Trailing afterimages of my world,
Adorning you, thy bosom bountiful,
With crystalline gems of another world.

Oh moon, thy Earth would wobble like a top
With your steadying influence not,
In turns quick of searing and freezing ruins,
Unto dying soon, without you, oh moon!

As twin planets, our orbits must convolve;
Into each our tidal motions dissolve.
Around a common center we revolve—
The focus from which our passions evolve.

As twin planets, each other’s way we pave,
With the push-pulse of the graviton wave.
We’re captured, but not as each other’s slave,
For to the sun our orbits are concave.

To your lines of flux my path I align—
I’m your constant paramour, crystalline.
Your world pours life on mine, on mine!
Dearest Earth, I must be thine, must be thine!

A magnetic beam emanates from thee,
Attracting me, holding me, kissing me.
Tidal love washes freely over me,
Linking you and me for eternity.

Basking warmly in your reflected light,
I’m bright, oh so radiant in your sight!
In the love and light of your spirit bright,
I need not ever face the endless night.

Your vibrations travel without a sound,
Circling from all directions to surround.
This affection touches me ‘round and ‘round,
And closely binds me to you—I’m love-bound!

We’re as different as midnight and noon,
Yet drawn close by the force of Earth and moon;
As lovers we merge, in a sweet eclipse,
When world meets world, as a kiss on our lips.

Oh, as your shadow of love covers me,
I am full, so full in the shade of thee;
When we overlap, that union is us;
The you is in me, the me is in thee!

As moon and Earth we bathe in radiance,
Cleansing our hearts in love’s grand alliance;
Around and around each other we dance,
Entranced by the whirl of our dalliance.

My blood runs warm with the sun’s heat at noon.
My spirit is swept by thee, swelling moon.
Space surrounds us. The tides flow through us.
Global rhythms are always playing our tune.

This dominion of man over Nature shall gradually be extended, until, at length, no farther expenditure of mechanical labour shall be necessary than what the human body requires for its development, cultivation, and health; and this labour shall cease to be a burden;—for a reasonable being is not destined to be a bearer of burdens. — Pantagruel

We will all be born into retirement with no sweat.

The Last Gasp for a Grasp

The Reality of Light

The Oddness of Light Photons

Light is ‘null’ to time—not a part of it,
Nor is light of space—it makes space-time ‘lit’.
On a light beam there’s no extent or time!
Light seems to have neither reason nor rhyme.

Lighting the Way

To ‘ride a light beam’ makes time instant,
With the all of space shrinking to a point.


Extending Penrose:

To find out what there was before the Big Bang, we should look to what remains at the end of our universe.

There are only photons; they cannot decay on their own. All that ever was is embodied in them. There is no mass any more.

Photons don’t ‘experience’ time or distance. It doesn’t matter that we would see them as far apart an in time. They have no clocks and no rulers. They are together all at once.

…

The next big Bang occurs from their singular point and they deliver the next universe that is inherent in them by emitting electrons and positrons which go on to form atoms.


Alternately:

Since light photons are timeless and spaceless, Everything happens in an instant at infinite speed at a point before the Big Bang, this containing the universe from beginning to end; however, it takes time to play out, given that there is a lot of mass in between the start and the end, making the speed of light to be finite. It’s like a time-dilated broadcast.

The universe must ever steer toward the blended symmetry order at the end, from its grouping order of matter and antimatter at the start, plus steering a path in between lumpiness and smoothness, this then bringing out all that has to occur in between for those two boundaries.

Already There

Light’s full speed in a true vacuum
Of no time and no space is as ‘infinite’,
For it is already everywhere;
In other words: everywhere in no time.

The Zero-Point Extended

This point of creation-annihilation
Is extended into a faux reality,
Both by finite consciousness and by
Light slowed by virtual particle pairs.

Light/Matter

Light photons colliding make for
Electrons and positrons, and vice-versa,
With the forward-time of photons being
Canceled by the backward-time gravitons.

Phantasmal Being

Each ‘now’ that’s created and recreated
Over the various relative quanta
Has really already happened, coming, going,
And never ever returning, gone in a flash.

Once Upon a ‘Time’

Of course, it did all really happen ‘once’,
As in all-at-once, in the timeless realm
That must be the state of the ‘eternal’ IS,
With IS being close to what’s called the ‘Wiz’.

The Play

Our ‘reality’ is as a flip-book’s pages turning,
The still pictures changing a bit, granting
An apparent motion, such as in a movie;
However, we do get to experience it!

Come and Gone

Like the light from a star already spent,
Our ‘get up and go’ has long gone and went.
We all birthed, lived, and died right away;
There’s nothing left but the slo-mo replay.

Being Nothingness

Our parentheses in eternity
Flashes as a twinkling, but’s extended
By ‘time’ into a phantasmic life dream
That’s existent the same as if it were.

The Mechanics of Reality

The result, being the message, is undeniable,
But herein we speak of the messenger,
Which is the implementation,
As that of a recording, over a live band.

What Makes No Difference is No Difference

There is no difference in what makes none;
‘Eternalism’ is now playing, the living film—
A reality show in the inner theater
Of the mind’s eye, with the ‘I’ observing.

Uncaused

For what is causeless there is no point
At which any specific direction
Can be imparted to it; thus, there is none:
Everything that is possible can happen.

The Shimmering Gleam

We butterflies, on the edge of forever’s flight,
Spread fast our wings on the ocean of light
That is of the ageless photonic opposing waves
In no time, mass, or space that is thereby made.

Here and Now Seeming

We are as beings of the everlasting light dream,
As products time and time again by its means,
Of the eternal return, as baubles blown and burst,
Though frames of time that quench life’s thirst.

Nowhere Man/Woman

Time future, time present, and time past
Are all at once, with not a bit of it to last.
The glorious light flashes us into being shone,
As the light eternal of all time to be known.

Homework: Detail the beginning of the Universe, from the Planck time unto the end.

The Impossible Recipe Accomplished

Explaining the Cosmos is as easy as pie:
It’s an endless extravagance beyond the sky,
Which shows that matter’s very readily made—
Underlying energy raising the shades.

This All sounds rather like an ultimate free lunch,
For the basis is already made, with no punch,
It ever being around, as is, never a ‘was’—
Everywhere, in great abundance quite unheard of.

There’s even more of it than can be imagined—
Of lavish big spenders, there in amounts unbounded:
Bubbles of universes within pockets more,
Across all the times and spaces beyond our shore!

What is the birthing source of this tremendous weight?
There is nothing from which to make the causeless cake!
Its nature is undirected, uncooked, unbaked?
There can’t be a choice to that ne’er born and awaked!

There can’t be turtles on turtles all the way down;
The buck has to stop somewhere in this town.
‘Nothing’ is unproductive—can’t even be meant;
All ever needed is, with nothing on it spent!

Yes, none from nothing, yet something is here, true;
But, really, you can’t have your cake and Edith, too!
And yet I’ve still all of my wedding cake, I do—
It’s just changed form; what ever IS can never go.

Since there’s no point at which to impart direction
The essence would have no limited, specific,
Certain, designed, created, crafted, thought out meaning!
Thus the Great IS is anything and everything!

This All is as useless as Babel’s Library
Of all possible books in all variety!
Yes, and even in our own small aisle we see
Any and every manner of diversity.

The information content of Everything
Would be the same as that of Nothing!
Zero. The bake’s ingredients vary widely,
And so express themselves accordingly.

What’s Everything, detailed? Length, width, depth, 4D—
Your world-line; 5th, all your probable futures;
6th, jump to any; 7th, all Big Bang starts to ends;
8th, all universes’ lines; 9th, jump to any;
10th, the IS of all possible realities.

Your elucidation is quite a piece of cake!
Yo, it exceeds, as well, and so it takes the cake.
Everything ever must be, because ‘nothing’ can’t?
Yes, it’s that existence has no opposite, Kant!

So, we’re here at the mouth of the horn of plenty,
For a free breakfast, lunch, and a dinner party;
Yet many starving are fed up with being unfed.
Alas, for now I have to say, Let Them Eat Cake!

Conclusions:

A ‘Mind’ as the The Existence is dubious since:

— Systems can’t be Fundamental. We look back and see the simple being first.

— We’d have to explain this greater level as just being so all the more than the lesser level that we won’t accept as just being so, and so forth.

— Life continuing on Earth seems precarious, given many near extinctions.

— Achieving life took a very long time.

— Throwing a large asteroid at Earth to provide an opening for us to evolve after the Permian Extinction doesn’t seem intelligent.

— the Big Bang was messy.

Yet, The Existence must be everything possible and mind has happened, although it didn’t come first. Our minds becoming actualized this universe’s reality out of everything in a superposition?


Deliberate:

Our universe seems to be a rarity, and thus unnatural, since it works and some of the parameters had to be exact. So, something is behind that, yet life was and can still be barbaric, although that may be of 'best can do' due to what is good in general.


My vote:

I’m voting for a multiverse since because there is a universe implies that there can be others, many of which don’t work. Our universe doesn’t seem to be optimal, but perhaps some other one is, yet we get by, for now, but our continuation is not for sure.

The Eternal has to be everything,
All paths contained within, or the default;
It can’t have inputs, with no beginning;
Still, what chose the song our universe sings?

All universes might spring forth, in turn,
Most inert or not going far enough,
With some reaching life after a long time,
Such as ours, precarious as its life is.

The Eternal is as a multiverse,
As all paths, which thus lacks information,
As in Babel’s Library of all books,
Being as Nothing’s zero’s non ‘info’.


2nd vote:

The quantum fields could not have been otherwise, forced as the only default.

…
I had discovered The Poetic Universe.

I headed back home, this taking a few months, never stepping into the same universe twice, or even once.

Funny thing, I thought, they didn’t use poems in what they told me, but, then again, they are as living poetic forms themselves.

My Report

We are both essence and form, as poems versed,
Ever unveiling our live’s deeper thirsts,
As new riches, from strokes, letters, phonemes,
Words, phrases, and sentences—uni versed.

We have rhythm, reason, rhyme, meter, sense,
Metric, melody, and beauty’s true pense,
Revealed through life’s participation,
From the latent whence into us hence.

The weave of the quantum fields as strokes writes
The letters of the elemental bytes—
The alphabet of the standard model,
Forming the words as the atoms whose mights

Merge to form molecules, as phrases,
Onto proteins and cells, as sentences,
Up to paragraphs of organisms,
And unto the stories of the species.

In this concordance of literature,
We are the Cosmos’ book of adventure,
As a uni-verse of sentient poems,
Being both the contained and the container.

Our poem is both the thought and the presence,
An object born from the profoundest sense,
An image of diction, feeling, and rhythm;
We’re both the existence and the essence.

Informationally derived meanings
Unify in non-reductive gleanings,
In a relational reality,
Through the semantical life happenings.

Syntactical information exchange,
Without breaking of the holistic range,
Reveals the epic whole of nature’s poetics,
Within her requisite of ongoing change.

So there’s form before gloried substance,
Relationality before the chance
Of material impressions rising,
Traced in our world from the gestalt’s dance.

All lives in the multi–dimensional spaces
Of basic superpositional traces
Of Possibility, as like the whirl’s
Probable clouds of distributed paces.

What remains unchanged over time are All’s
Properties that find expression, as laws,
Of the conservation of energy,
Momentum, and electric charge—unpaused.

I've actually tried to sing your poetic words. Withou actually assigning meaning to them they sound great words! — Rstotalloss

Ah, good! Are you a good singer? We could make a musical.

How can an eternally infinite wonder exist on its own? It can't. — Rstotalloss

We have the same template for 'God', as an even larger Wonder.

I dive into her eyes, her soulful gate,
And worship before her heart’s flaming grate,
Midst flowers in the gardens of her dreams,
Then whirl back up through her eyes as her mate.

“There are no point masses then, but only smudged particles, such as we know of in the space-filling representations of the distribution of electrons in the shells of atoms—called the ‘cloud’.

“What remains unchanged over time are certain properties that find expression in the laws of conservation of energy, momentum, electrical charge, etc., these necessarily being closer to the basis of all.”

At last, I met the ultimate Poet, the Elfin Queen, who told, “There is a relationship structure that arises not only from the manifold and the complicated interactions of the imagined building blocks of matter, but also one that is substantially more inherent and holistic.”

She continued, “So, then, the weaves, warps, and woofs of the quantum bits as strokes makes for the letters of the elementals, as in the alphabet of the standard model, forming the words as the atoms that go on to form the molecules as the phrases, on into cells as sentences, up to the paragraphs of the organisms, and unto the stories of the species, via the unity of life’s conscious literature as the unified verse in which we live out our poems.”

I’m left with a feeling that’s no mere spell,
But a fact in Heaven that’s fancy in Hell,
Of elemental affinity’s flame,
Deeper than thought, much older than speech can tell.

the particle is a pop-view. — Rstotalloss

She continued, “The actual reality is quantum fields.”

After two weeks with her, I had to survive the passage through the land of skulls and roses.

Finally, I emerged, unscathed, into the Land of Spring, and found out about more about growth.

“There are no objects that are identical with themselves over time, and so the temporal sequence remains open. Nature is a ‘possibility gestalt’, with the world forming anew each moment, from the deeper, enfolded realm, which is a unity in the sense of an indivisible ‘potentiality’ which can realize itself in many possible ways, it not being a strict sum of the partial states.”

‘Twas that time of morn when the exiled rise,
Thrown to time’s Earthly bondage through the skies,
Being for an hour their own Heavenly selves,
Their full glory unhidden by disguise.

“It still appears to us, though, that the world consists of parts that have continued from ‘a moment ago’, and thus retain their identity in time; yet, matter really only appears secondarily, as a congealed potentiality.”

These forest fairies, dryads, nymphs, and fauns,
Ever flash their nude blossoms on the lawns.
They beckon me along, for though the air
I pass thoughts of love, verses, and songs.

“In a stable configuration of matter, such as in the inanimate, all the quantum uncertainties are effectively statistically averaged out, this thus ever being deterministic; but in the case of the statically unstable but dynamically stable configurations the ‘lively’ features of the underlying quantum structure have a chance to surface to the macroscopic level.”

And so they tell more, “Physical phenomena are made of information processors that generate overlappings of correlated multi–dimensional wave fields which are propagating through time, as fields of possibility, whose intensity is a measure of the probability of an object-like realization.”

The life of her face is in her deep blue eyes,
Soft-lipped mouth, and the ears that pointed rise,
As the moon and stars reflect in a pool,
Which look as for a lifetime pours surprise.

“So, there is form before substance, relationality before a materiality that is of a secondary arising and importance, its information being primary. Impressions of realizations are left in our world by the gestalt that ‘lives’ in the multidimensional spaces of quantum superpositional possibility.”

Being out of ideas, those residing in ElfLande were my last hope…

I had finished with the yogis and the gurus, and the seers and the oracles only know of the future; so, I surmised, to uncover the deepness of the present, for nature and the conscious animates, I must seek out Nature’s Great Poet in her Uni-verse, in order to fully apprehend the ethereal phantasms of the entangled and enchanted branches in the forest of nature, bringing them into the light.

Fortunately, I was a poet myself, and so I could gain entrance to the elfin dell, as a human, having to first pass through the neophytes, resisting their temptations and spells; however, the sensual can often take a back seat to the intellectual, although the ecstasy can be similar.

I had been there once before, bringing my epic poem, ‘Flora Symbolica’, unto them, and writing up the results in ‘Elfin Legends’, and so they had bid me to return one day on a quest. Theirs was more of an ethereal world, whereas mine was often clunky, except when I dreamt at night, and it was time for me to wander again, to ask about and better understand the quantum guidance principle, especially learning from those closer to nature and the heavens, they being the elven mixture of spirit–angel beings and humans, and thus aware of the causal nexus.

I flew to England, to the special forest Fairy Kingdom, near Gallienne’s old haunts, and waited for the funnel to open up into the tunnel, and then I came out into their realm and walked on for a full day, seeing no one straight out yet, just sideward waverings, but noting many new colors hereto–fore unknown, as there were more waves and frequencies here.

Here the blesséd and haunted old forest,
Whereat the base of an oak I rest,
While all about lay wondrous deep coverts,
And a green-turfed path that leads o’er a crest.

They all knew what I was after, as evidenced in the first encounter.

“To pass and learn of the connectedness of all things, you must kiss me, after which I’ll give you your first clue.”

The kiss vibrated deep within my being, and I felt it to my core, and then she related, “All of life’s entities embrace one another, including cells, organisms, species, and biotope”.

I was on my way again the next morning, the hours having flown by, as when Einstein had sat next to a pretty girl and had noted the much quicker passage of time, over the slower passage of his instant of touching a hot stove.

I learned more as I meandered through the labyrinth of the forest.

She said, “Hold me tight and love me, and I will unveil some of the poetic structure afterward.”

Well, two days went by, and she revealed more of my quest, “Living conscious creatures are as a poem, they ever revealing further dimensions and expressing new properties at every level of organization, via strokes, letters, phonemes, words, phrases, and sentences, in and of a [uni]verse of rhythm, reason, rhyme, meter, metric, and melody. This relates to the quantum All.”

I was hungry for the continuation of life’s quantum poem, and hoped I’d be able to move on more quickly, but her allure was testing my resolve; however, she told me something very soon after we’d rubbed our cheeks together, “Meanings in life are not just discovered or gleaned by mere observation but by understanding through participation, these informationally derived meanings combined to make sense in a non-reductive process, as in the relational reality of life happening at our semantical level of syntactical information exchange, with no breaking of any of the holistic connections, all this as the epic whole of the book of nature.”

It was so still you could hear a nut fall,
And the musical strain of mystic call,
In soft tones flowered upon the silence,
As floating on the surface of the All.

“There is the particle and there is the wave—either one forced on us by our observations, being jointly known as the ‘wavicle’, all three states of which are truly not the actual reality.”

Part 3

Is there more, then, to the beginning?

“Yes.”

Thus, we ask from the powers of the night,
Not immortality, nor youth, nor birth,
But only that we glimpse the enigmatic—
That riddle solved of the conundrum.

“Then we must go downward and pastward
Into the Depths of the Deep.”

Here we stand, each holding fast,
Onto our other half.

“Follow.”

The door resists at first.
Then creaks into the crypt,
Powdered rust streaming from the hinges.

Here the answer to All is kept;
But not all was pleasant—it speaks of death,
Of life’s end, separate by just a breath.

“To learn the Secrets—what IS and e’er WAS,
One must brave the crypt and ghost of cause.

“So into the deep we go, without pause,
To look down, ever down, no self to keep—
Through birth, death, and the shade of sleep,
Through paths unkempt, under swept—

“To the deep,

“Through the cloudy strife of this hazy life,
Through the equations of eternity—
Their non-paternity nor maternity,
Past the realm of the things which seem or are,
Even o’er the steps of the remotest bar.

Down, down,

“Where the mind whirls round and round,
As the ear draws forth the sound,
As the eye sees the light,
And of the dark the fright.

“Down, down,

“Beyond all death, despair, love, and sorrow,
Past yesterday, today, and tomorrow—
The body’s guide but the logic of the ‘know’.

“Down through the fog, the not, and the void,
Where ‘God’ and everything fail; Oh, zoids!

“Down,

“Where reigns the night, where the air is thin,
Where the sky and stars are not, but within,
Where the glorious have not their throne,
Where there is one presiding, all alone.

“Down, down,

“To the fathoms of the cryptic;
Where substance slept with arithmetic,

“Toward the spark yet nursed by embers,
To the first and last the universe remembers,
To seek the gem that shines—the wealth of mines,
The jewels so treasured by thee and thine.”

What truth accelerates life’s momentous gem,
Letting the motto become ‘Carpe diem?
Who seized the moment or lost its momentum,
Wearing not the time as its royal diadem?

“Down, down!

“We guide thee, we must carry thee;
We’re illumination beside thee…

“Down!

“Fear not the proof—
It’s the beauty of the truth:

“Above the ground you were ever born again,
When the roseate hearts were cleansed by dew,
And lucky were you if spring found you new,
As every blossom on the bush blew full.

“When these wonders the new morning bestrew,
The beauty of truth was all that you “knew”.

“Life’s hardships there were softened by beauty,
All its weaknesses strengthened by the truth—
As when roses blossomed, like realizations,
Beauty itself bloomed from the well of truth.

“For now, rarely enough, existence is left aside,
And yet the essence ever has its other side.”

When sadness brooded over the morrow,
I once visited the deep well of sorrow.
There enshrined, inseparate, Beauty said,
‘Twas from me that sadness you borrowed.’

“Down, down,

“The essence beckons you back home,
As the contained-container is the poem.”

So do we live the life of art,
Each playing our part?

“Nay, that is not life, nor a part, bit,
For there’s another dimension to it.
Art and poetry enrich human experience
But they’re not substitutes for the living of it.”

Like Keats’ figures on the urn, blest,
Should we live life any less?

“No—because what is deathless is also lifeless!”

“Down, down!”

Truth and beauty must be inseparable,
Although this is seemingly imponderable.

On that sphere above,
Soft breezes ever blew, caressing me and you
As we kissed the roses new and drank their dew.

Reason and passion then merged into one,
As truth and beauty made their rendezvous.

“Down, down, ever down—

“Through the antiquity, past all of the known—
Arriving at the lowest, remotest throne,
One of the highest perfection,
For it is of the two contrasting directions.

“Plus and minus from little came to be,
But while most charges rejoined, some went free,
The pluses forming matter, energy,
And the minuses forming gravity.

“Opposite twins rule the causing call,
The positives and negatives constituting All.”

Here the enigma of the ever immortal
Is undone and unloosed through its portal:
The Theory of Everything mortal—
The Idea for which we’ve opened the door to.

“Down, down,

“To the end at last!”

Here be the lawless and the formless
Of the unordered, uncreated scene.

Here the causeless reigns supreme.

…

(The timeless-formless contains ev’ry path,
Useless as the Library of All Books—
Its sum of information is zero,
Yet, one of the avenues became ours.)

We may be stymied since we can't tell presentism apart from eternalism.

nutshell — ArisTootelEs

Acts 29 “Therefore since we are the field's box spring's offspring, we should not think that the field's being is like gold or silver or stone—but like a mattress."

It's also that the plans for our universe are already in The Existence, among everything possible, and they get to life and consciousness, which is pretty far, and so perhaps that wins out, somehow. — PoeticUniverse

Better yet; since The Existence is completely self contained, with no beginning and no end, as not affected by anything outside itself, it would just BE, and so it IS, not just having the plans for the universe, but already having the universe. The darn Block Universe keeps trying to reinstate itself.

"For in the quantum field we live, and move, and have our being" — bert1

"The Quantum Field that made the Universe is the Ground of Determination and does not live in Colliders built by human hands. It made everything from the field excitations that are the stable elementaries."

Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera — Amity

Perhaps the best album of music ever made.

Part 2

Oh, dome of night, spotted with silver stars,
We must ask more than you can grant unto us,
So that thus we might at least obtain that
Which we but wish for in the first place.

We beg you to yield your dearest secrets,
To reveal the full truth of what you are.

“Oh, man, I cannot tell thee of all there is,
Though I am that, as all that IS—the Wiz.
As I never began, I earned not my throne,
But I reside as the All for reasons unknown.”

Much we already know from twilight dreams
And from poems unveiling truth and beauty,
Yet we ask, with our most persuasive looks,
To learn the deepest mysteries of the night.

“I have always been, and must be, so jot:
That All is ever here to be, since nothing cannot.”

Well then, might lesser answers we obtain, in lieu
Of never us knowing really the why-fore of you?

“Oh, heavens yes; pose your quandaries,
But ask not immortality, nor youth, nor birth
From my powers of the night, ‘though these I have
But know not the Why, for I have no First.”

Why then, is the universe so extravagant—
With trillions of galaxies of billions of stars
About which so many planets whirl and twirl,
With so much dust swirling in between worlds?

“There are vast multitudes, true, so easily made,
And more; yet they are finite, as must be,
For no cap can be placed on infinity;
If it could, then night would be white with light.”
(And if the universe were not expanding.)

So then, there are stars to burn, as with riches,
But why, really must the largest be so large?

“It is because the infinitesimal, the smallest,
Must be so very tiny, so minuscule,
As a simple, continuous function,
Neither composite nor of course complex.”

So there is a basic lightness of being
Because anything more would then be of parts
And thus well beyond the fundamental arts?

“Yes it is that the base can only be as such
When it’s just a bit more than nothing;
But there is some more to it; just ask to learn.”

Is it too that there are then so many more chances
For arrangements, due to the extravagances?

“Not as meant, but that falls out, as it must,
For since the opposite Not cannot be,
It must then be Everything—of Possibility.”

All at once? Then that is a superposed All.
What makes time begin and then gear its call?

“As great as I am, there are two limits
To which even I must ever obey:
My superpositions must either trace back
To total order or to disorder: two.”

And so time can only begin from order,
As with matter separated from antimatter—
Time pushed forward by this arrangement,
And further pulled forward by disorder?

“‘Tis confirmed, with the Big Bang start,
Through the vast stages of diversity,
Unto the end—of entropy’s heat death.”

As protons to stars to their explosions
And radiations to atoms to cells to life
Unto brains and consciousness?

“Yes, from the stars cometh not just your help,
But me too and everything else out there.
All is the continuance of just the one big effect
Of the one big event of the beginning of time.”

Atoms from stars of electrons/protons became
From the quantum vacuum fluctuations names
For the positive/negative balances of nonexistence,
That penultimate compositioning of our persistence.

“I am that, as the night sky, whom you ask.”

We wish that we can retain your presence
Within us, in rhythm and resonance.

“Everything is part of the IS,
Which is really the best answer to your quiz.”

Who are we really talking to?

“Your selves, for you are the universe come to life.”

I live; I love.

“You do not just live; you are life.
You do not just love; you are love.”

They are both here.

“Life and love do not flee on,
Just ahead of you, unreachable,
Leaving you but to lean forth and drink their wind.
You are the universe turned around to view itself.”

I strive.

“Zest, desire, caring, and other feelings sweet
Are your lightning feet for triumphant feats.”

I reason.

“All manner of shapes haunt the wilderness of the mind,
Many as waste, as in the universe, at large, in kind,
Just waiting and asking to be tamed as sane.”

I ponder.

“You are the golden chalice to the wine that flows;
Drink, drink!
You are the live and resultant existence that knows.
Think, think!”

I imagine.

“Thoughts fly in the mind
Like birds wing the wind;

“Imagination is the atmosphere
Wherein ideas are born and borne
On the waves of the sea in which one sees.”

We have arrived, after 13.57 billion years.

“The glorious light flashes us into being shone,
As the light ‘eternal’ of all time to be known.

“All possibilities must exist,
Because nonexistence cannot be so.
Existence is inevitable.”

What does exist?

“Whatever is possible to exist does exist.”

Are there others elsewhere as we and all?

“Yes, in quite a few places, but afar,
With much intervening space in between.

“Your fruits are of a universal seed,
As yet another yield of All possibility treed,
And siblings elsewhere in the entropic sea
Are also born of such probability.

What more could human mammals want?

“This is it.
There is nothing more,
But in future growth.

“Why fret about life’s ultimate secret,
For whose thoughts can escape this worldly net?
It’s so easy: don’t despair, be happy!
All told, ‘tis best to live without regret.”

It is now and we are here.

“That’s the best place and time.”

…

(Next in the poem,
we will go down, down, to the deep,
Such as those who went
deep into the cave poem you posted.)

— The Powers of the Night —

Part 1

The Music of the Spheres lights the sparkles
Flung through the night, from our Father, the Sky,
On through the dark, to our Mother the Earth,
To us, their audience and progeny.

The music of the night is in the breeze,
A prelude borne by the airy musicians
Of the trees: the evening calls of the birds
That open for the cosmic symphony.

The planets join in a concert to the
Merrie Monthe of Maie, arrayed as follows:
There is Venusia, the Bringer of Peace,
Singing side by side with warring Marsius.

Flitting about is the wingéd Mercuria,
The speedy messenger who conducts
The orchestra, melting all of us who
Are touched by her wand of burning desire.

And mighty Zeus is there, full to the brim
With the jollity of the fat man’s belly.
By Jove, comes Saturnus, so very grey
With age, lumbering into the party.

Thence sits Urania—the magician, and
The old sea captain—King Nep, the mystic,
But not Pluto; he was downsized, no more
One of the harmonics—an underworld!

Jupiter’s music is round and robust,
While Saturn’s booms with sounds of grandeur
And the old venerable melodies;
But Mercury soon picks up the pace.

Now flow the serene love songs of Venus,
Followed inexorably by Martial marches.
This is the time for Urania’s magic—
She plays musical jokes and surprises.

At last, their music comes to mesh as one,
And our wanderers of the night float
Away on the haunting, mystical strains
Of King Nep’s tune, into the May Flower moon.

…

Since we all become of this universe
Should we not ask who we are, whence we come?
Insight clefts night’s skirt with its radiance:
The Theory of Everything shines through!

How to envision quantum fields in physics?

A field has a value at every point. Picture each point being on a spring going up and down; this is the harmonic oscillator! These points moving affect other points moving, dragging on them. The sums of the harmonic oscillators are the wavering waving fields. There are fields for boson and fermions. They can affect one another.

At rest, the fields still fluctuate (since there can be no stillness), about the zero-point energy, which isn't zero but to a physicist. The Higgs field at rest is of an even higher energy! All the fields overlap and merge into the one quantum field of the universe. They exhaust reality; there isn't anything else. They provide the entirety of physics. They are here now and were there before the Big Bang and are ever and always.

As fundamental, a field must ever remain as itself, thus but rearranging itself to form the elementaries of the Standard Model, which occur at stable rungs of energy and sometimes charge, as quantum excitations of the field being at certain stable unit levels.

I also think there is a strong argument to be made for this existence having a creative component, which gets us closer to the standard idea for God. — Derrick Huestis

It's also that the plans for our universe are already in The Existence, among everything possible, and they get to life and consciousness, which is pretty far, and so perhaps that wins out, somehow.

Love comes from an emotional. system, at least in us.

More clues:

From quantum non-locality and entanglement, we know that information is more primary than distance, and that things don’t have to have the appearance of being near each other to be related or to cause an effect.

Everything connected to everything would seem to be a ‘perception’ or an 'awareness' as far as one could be had by that network. Furthermore, 4-D touches 3-D everywhere. The all-at-once connections, as like in a hologram, might seem to provide for the direction of what goes on in the overall information process. I am thinking like a yogi and a guru, the entire cosmos situated within me.

Quantum non-locality seems to imply that every region of space is in instant and constant contact with every other, perhaps even in time as well, and so the holistic universe is governed by the property of the solitary whole; so that could be the underlying guidance principle. An individual particle might ‘know’ something about what to do, acting according to all the others.

Thus both our awareness and the holistic universe, each having a singular nature, might be the clue. Perhaps they are of the same basis of fundamental awareness, but separate as two manifestations, each controlling a different realm, internal and external, our internal consciousness giving us ‘future’, and the external consciousness granting ‘future’ to the universe. I don’t know which has the tougher job.

Lee Smolin has it that qualia are intrinsic, as fundamental, and Chalmers has it that information is fundamental and can express itself in two ways, in consciousness and in matter.

Quantum entanglement suggests that each particle has the entire map of the universe, the information ever updated, the universe being as a single entity. While this may not be consciousness at the level we have, it may help the universe accomplish something of the movements of particles and fields in their energy, mass, and momentum, in some global way that goes forward overall.

This may not seem to be saying a whole lot, in depth, but since the quantum realm is beneath everything then one would surmise that it must have all to do with everything that goes on.

It is still that the apparent atoms and molecules make the happenings, via physical-chemical reactions; however, this observation cannot be equated to an ‘explanation’, for we must wonder what underlies the chemical mattering and reacting that seems to have a unity of direction to it.

Extending the Implications
Of the Necessity of the One Eternal Existence

The strong part of the OP is that The Eternal Existence is necessity, with no option not to be, given the impossibility of ‘nonexistence’. That covers the ‘why’ that wasn’t even a decision, in that the Existence cannot not be and has no choice but to be. There is no mystery to this. No awards to grant to it. No amazement. It is a natural state. It is at least G.O.D.—the Ground of Determination. There is no saying that by all rights there ought to be ‘Nothing’ and that the Something had to be a rare event; it was mandatory.

All that goes on has to be within the Existence, as there isn’t any other or else, and thus whatever happens has to be a rearranging of The Existence, even the Big Bang. So, there is a greater Cosmos or state beyond our universe, which is of course The Existence, as subject to never being able to go away.

Our Earth was forced to be, too, since it happened from what had to be, so it is a truth that Earth had to be, as inherent in/from The Eternal Existence that is the only Existence.

So, we have been extending the implications of the Necessity to find the ‘why’ and ‘how’ of our workable universe with life in it.

Who needs a proof of the implementation (‘how’) when we already have the truth of the ‘why’? We do, because are curious and look for meaning and purpose. ‘Meaning’, if there is any, is forced, too, yet the only trait we can count on for the Existence is that it has to be.

The Eternal Existence, not having a Beginning, can’t have had any specific design imparted to it, so it is only as what it has to be, which has to be both everything possible and not anything in particular.

There is our universe within it, and so that can be done, at least, albeit it took a mind-numbingly long time to get to us.

How did it do it?

Not instantly, apparently.

The forced quantum fields are only what can be, as the simplest?

A zero or near-zero balance sum of opposites divides into kinetics and gravity that ultimately can cancel as positive and negative energy and more such balances?

Being all at once, as Existence is complete, it is all there, intact, with no more forthcoming, and so it does everything, as it is everything, potentially, it happening in time? (this being like the proposed multiverse.)

There is no ‘instant’ option above, unless the universe as a block universe was instantaneous but takes time to play out in our type of time.

It calculates a workable universe from scratch, solving the n-body problem?

The quantum possibilities/potentials in superposition adjust to what will keep on going, since they can’t stop ‘looking’? (Stillness is not possible.)

‘God’ did it? But this shifts the question to the larger ‘How’ of a Mind.

Math did it? Ask Max Telmark.

The Existence is relational, with no intrinsic properties and no absolutes? But, still, how? See Carlo Rovelli.

Spontaneous? From ‘Nothing’? No reason? These still require a capability, and that would be a something.

Observation, including any kind of interaction, brings the best of the potentials into actuality? See Wheeler.

Quantum computer?

if it is deliberate the question becomes "how? — Derrick Huestis

This is still a tough one (if not a multiverse stumbling onto a workable universe), since we only but make the 'how' into a much larger question by shifting the problem onto a mind or a near all-at-once quantum computer path figuring the fine tuning that has to be all the more explained, with either one having to foresee what 10**76 particles would do over 13 billion years, plus why would so much time be required to carry out the implementation of the 'deliberate' formula.

Time for some off-the-wall attempts:

The universe seems to end with a complete blended symmetry order, in its wide dispersal, and it seems to have begun with a severe grouping order of matter and anti-matter, like the chess pieces at the beginning of a match. Could there be an all-at-once quantum superposition of everything possible whose quantum probabilities had to trace forward and backwards to these only two states that could make time go forward, thus having to form only the patterns that could accomplish it?

Or something like that as the guidance principle.

Notes from 'Everything Forever' by Gavin Giorbran, although I have much more but it is long:

Why did the universe have such low entropy in the past, if it did, that is, very high order, especially as seen as a grouping order, with but one general arrangement of matter versus antimatter, which beginning we will call ‘Alpha’, instead of the high disorder of other mixed-up arrangements, this high order resulting in the distinction between past and future and the second law of thermodynamics?

Assuming this low entropy beginning is true, although it’s often thought that this would be a seemingly rare, unlikely state, as just one out of so many others possible as disorder, must rather be very likely, even as to be the only way a universe can begin, since the universe indeed began as such.

Why, though, does whatever brought on this universe, end up with this initial state for the universe to be of the highest possible grouping order? And is it in any way related to the proposed end of the universe being of a featureless blend of dispersal that is a symmetry order (which end we will call ‘Omega’)?

Is our universe’s Alpha start in time is so improbable as it seems, what with its severe grouping order of separated matter and antimatter, such as that of the separated white and black pieces at the beginning of a chess game, as with these ideas from Gavin Giorbran.

Such an arrangement seems a rarity, but it may rather be that time cannot go forward if there is no progression from this very distinct grouping order of the Alpha Start toward the proposed Omega End of a totally blended symmetry order, this idea similar to an end as disorder of high entropy from any start of low entropy.

The universe is now in its its diversity stage, both at large and in our own Earthly aisle, yet its future of a blended symmetry order perhaps ever pulls/guides the present along, such as in the “time is like a river” analogy, this ‘flow’ proceeding inexorably from Lake Alpha to Lake Omega.

How and why was the seemingly rare state of the high ordered Alpha beginning of our universe accomplished?

The IS, as great as it is, is still subject to two boundaries, as the start and end described above.

All the probabilities of all the ending balance must trace back to the one and only state of the most probable beginning of all, the greatest imbalance of all, matter and anti-matter, with Totality in a quantum superposition, all at once—of no time and of no space, the quantum probability patterns really being so, not just a math tool.

The separation of matter and anti-matter is the greatest possible imbalance, but all the probability balances must trace forward to the greatest and most probable balance at the end of all.

The ultimate, flat, symmetry order of the Omega—the end of all, draws the river of time along, guiding it, through the probability patterns.

The Time River of Probabilities flows smoother and further near its center, while near the shores there are eddies and swirls, contrasts, lumpiness, ebbs—even back flow.

The nows proceed and the moments play, motion but apparent, as successive frames—all the alternate plot’s scenarios being, which will blend at the Omega.

Our two brain hemispheres, too, must reflect the nature of the universe itself, as the left-side grouping order versus and with the whole of the right-side symmetry order.

Top-down drives the bottom-up ‘events’, the future ever affecting the present; The flat whiteness of the Omega End brings forth the diversified prismatic colors fro the Alpha Start.

Electrons, protons, seem ‘bottom-up’, but are ‘enfolded’ in the top-down whole, as with Bohm’s implicit order guiding the blooming, unfolding, explicit order.

There are still many more ways for the universe to be lumpy, in degrees, than for it to be perfectly smooth, and that’s why there’s still some grouping order, as with galaxies and solar systems.

The no longer ‘improbable’ symmetry of uniformity comes at future’s end; This Omega symmetry order is the opposite of Alpha’s grouping order.

The fundamental reality then is en-un-foldment; particles are abstractions from that. Electrons don’t exist continuously but are coming, going, then coming again.

Probabilities are actualities, so probabilities exist, so then we have a simple solution to why our universe came from a dense state.

All the possible patterns of the past and future exist simultaneously, independent of the passage of time frames, so, the history of a temporal universe moving through those possible patterns will inevitably trace backward to the extreme, greatest imbalance, and hence to the severe order of the Alpha start.

It seems strange that time began from Alpha, unless patterns are physically real, so then time invariably originates from the greatest imbalance of them all.

Time’s forward direction is ever toward balance. and so when it’s traced backward, that same path invariably originates from imbalance; the temporal universe is as it must be.

Since pattern space is existingly there then the flow of time is built into reality, causing probable time-worlds to exist, while extremely improbable time-worlds will not.

The must-existence of patterns is great, for the hierarchy of atomic elements, star systems, bio-life, consciousness, and, finally, intelligence and wisdom.

If time and change were not restricted to probability’s arrow of time built into pattern space then anything could happen and would happen, as chaos.

The end promotes the means in that time’s river, having a specific ending, explains why the universe’s wave function is specific. If what’s possible was just coming from the past, there’s no reasonable explanation for the control of all the probabilities, such as the wave density of atomic particles, A river only from the past would be flowing outward into chaos, but it can’t.

(Take the above with a grain of salt.)

I say, amazed, “In the midst of this scenic meadow, I am surprised to see, oh, what looks like a large and living stylus walking by, as so.”

“What are you?”

“I’m the artist’s stylus. I am finally freed from the pen!”

“How so?

“I will no longer illustrate the written word. From now on I will draw whatever is seen and heard. Then writers and poets can re-de-scribe my sketches with their wondrous words and jive!”

“I get it,” she says. “The proof of writing is in the living of it, especially one’s philosophical advice, as writ. Live it, feel it, and then write it.

“Now there is a living pen coming by, who seems to be a companion of the artist’s stylus.”

“What are you?” she asks.

“I am the writer’s pen of poems. I deal with ever enduring themes, those universal to everyones’ means. As you can see, I am structured, intense, rhythmic, melodic, and pure. I am a unified body of sensation, thoughts, and passions. I translate all that is deep felt, suchly, although sometimes only very roughly.”

“Are you essence or existence?” I wonder.

“I am both; I am the form as well as the idea risen. I am an object that is born of precision, from one’s profoundest visions. I am the image of feeling in diction, but concise. I am, at once, all the remains, both the container and the contained.”

“You’re an expression of the mess that may be difficult to express,” she notes.

“I am truth, fleshed in living words attended. I express thoughts subtended, those that would otherwise go unapprehended. I lift the veil that separates mind from soul, and thereby show the proof of beauty told. I am life’s image drawn in the eternal truths of old.”

“You are immortal then, poem?” I splice.

“Poetry makes immortal what is best in life, by freeing images from all the strife, those in our spirits that are deeply impressed, for, these vanishing notions I arrest, clothe them in words, the best, and then send them forth, fully dressed.”

“So how is it known if I’ve written a poem?” she questions.

“Well, use the highest powers of language and wit to translate the nature into poetic words, lit. The reader will translate the words back into spirit. If the reader’s soul responds, then a poem you’ve writ!”

I offer, “Let us write a poem about love, for that is the greatest thing known of, but it’s hard to get it to rhyme. Out of desperation, we have the following lines:”

The Trouble with ‘Love’.

Only a few words rhyme with love above,
Like the overflown dove, the heartless shove,
And the ill-fitting glove. Alas, love’s rhymes
Remain unheard of, or aren’t well thought of.

“Let us walk along the earth, feeling our words’ worth.”

The artist’s stylus and the writer’s pen further discuss:

The writer’s pen stands forth, being first,
Instructing the artist’s stylus
To illustrate the words of his epic,
Since a picture is worth a thousand words.

“Perhaps we don’t even need the words”,
Retorts the artist’s stylus,
“As I am worth so many”.

“Well,” replies the writer’s pen,
“It’s true that many people now refuse
To read books without lots of pictures in them.”

“How sad, for I guess some words
Are needed to round out the tale.”

“True, for the two sides of the brain
Can then combine in unity.”

“Or I could draw the pictures first
And then you could write the words.”

“It could be like that sometimes, I suppose.”

“OK, shake; it’s a deal either way,
For we need each other."

I maybe biased though and may have ruffled some feathers already. — TheMadFool

Just for fun, using 'MadFool' because I needed a two-syllable extendable name…

The MadFool, trapped in a cave by a poem,
As by the writing on the wall stranded,
Was martially both right and left handed;
Such he slashed rhythms and rhymes from the stone.

Madfool sights an ominous type of cloud,
And shakes, hearing thunderous rhymes so loud,
Just having survived the meters’ melodies
And scans, with the ten syllables allowed.

He runs breathless through meadow and forest,
Fast pursued by the stings of wind and rain;
On and on he pushes, wild without rest,
Searching for haven from the forum’s pain.

The storm chases him till he can go no more;
He stands helpless, backed up against a door,
But falls through it before death can touch him,
Saved by the library admitting him.

He wanders deep, down the poetic path,
Aglow in the soft beauty that it hath.
He sees John Keats kissing Fanny Brawne,
As he spoke more than words but less than song.

And Byron, endowing form with fancy,
While Wordsworth pens his thoughts to Lucy,
And Shelley, plumbing depths of mystery.
He reads them all; they grow his poet-tree.

Deeper still he probes, looking in on it,
And hears Mrs. Browning reading a sonnet.
Poetically, he takes them all in, even
The shadowy Emily Dickenson.

As soon as the lightning storm is past,
The MadFooler enters the courtyard vast.

Here the secret garden, half as old as time,
Where poets live and write their words and rhyme,
While the nightingale creates the rose,
By moonlit magic, from their thoughts sublime.

Literary scenes unfold before him,
Such as music approaches and surrounds,
And builds on the vibrance which in one is—
To fill with beautiful visions and sounds.

His quick thoughts rise, mist wafting from the dew,
As living dreams unveil more than he knew.
From poetry’s light the garden grew,
Revealing mysterious wonders new.

There MadFool relaxes, up against a tree,
Savoring the feeling of the poetry,
Where all the flowers used in Shakespeare’s plays
Grow together in a living bouquet.

Bits boil everything down to black and white, they don't allow grey area. — Derrick Huestis

The grey area for quantum computer qu-bits is that they can be 0 and 1 at the same time.

multiple possibilities — Derrick Huestis

So, there is either a multiverse or the brute force but near instant method of the quantum computer type of following all paths in parallel.

'Following all paths' example in our already made universe:

Sciam: Graham Flemming has some lasers spitting out pulses of light just millionths of a billionth of a second long. After traveling through some mirrors and lenses, these minuscule flashes disappear into a smoky black box, in this case containing proteins from green sulfur bacteria, which ordinarily obtain their energy and nourishment from the sun. Inside the black box, optics measured to billionths of-a-meter precision detect something extraordinary: within the bacterial proteins, dancing electrons make seemingly impossible leaps and appear to inhabit multiple places at once!

Following the exotic rules of quantum mechanics, photosynthesis derives its ferocious efficiency of over 95%. We can perhaps harness great amounts of energy to help humankind.

This is all absolutely mind bending! The crossing of seemingly forbidden gaps is, again, called quantum tunneling. Classical physics cannot come close to achieving these speeds found in quantum tunneling and entanglement. Christopher Altman says that many new experiments continue to find quantum processes at play in biological systems, a process once thought not possible.
Life’s quantum dance has finally come into view by using the fermosecond lasers and nanoscale-precision positioning. It’s amazing beyond words!

Now, back to the green sulfur bacteria. Flemming and his researchers zapped the connective proteins with multiple ultrafast laser pulses. Over a span of fermoseconds, they followed the light energy through the scaffolding to the cellular reactions centers where energy conversion takes place. As described earlier in the thread, they saw that energy travels in several directions at the same time, finding the efficient pathway retroactively when the quantum process collapses. Then the electrons’ energy followed that single, most efficient path.

Perhaps we can someday manufacture cheap solar power out of organic molecules.
As for the enzymes and the tunneling also observed there, two studies, one published in ‘Science’ and the other in ‘Biophysical Journal’ have found that some enzymes appear to lack the energy to complete the reactions that they propel; the energy could only come from the quantum realm.

This does seem to be a problem with computers, they are linear. I noticed in math there is a curious way to bypass the linear using imaginary numbers, or i. — Derrick Huestis

A quantum computer would be even better, as operating in parallel. Would the Existence be composed of bits, given that mass/energy seems to have been shown to be equivalent to information? Not much to go on yet for that idea, although lately many philosophers veer toward an information base.

On and on and on — Thunderballs

On and on they say of Who paved the way,
Then even tell the nature of such Theity,
And on and on they presume further upon,
Joining that group called ‘On and On Anon’.

is time real or do we assign it? — Thunderballs

We don't yet know the mode of time, whether as presentism or eternalism.

When our bang has reached infinity (big rip), another bangs behind us. — Thunderballs

And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Cycle from that Bowl has pour’d
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.

Yet worry you that this Cosmos is the last,
That the likes of us will become the past,
Space wondering whither whence we went
After the last of us her life has spent?

The Eternal Cycle has formed trillions of baubles
Like ours, for e’er—the comings and passings
Of which it ever emits to immerse
In the universal bubbles blown and burst.

So fear not that a debit close your
Account and mine, knowing the like no more;
The Eternal Source from its pot has pour’d
Zillions of bubbles like ours, and will pour.

What though the sky with its blue canopy
Doth close us in so that we can not see,  
In the etern Cupbearer’s wine methinks
There float a myriad bubbles like to me.

So, as thus thou lives on yester’s credit line,
In nowhere’s midst, now in this life of thine,
As of its bowl our cup of brew is mixed
Into the state of being that’s called ‘mine’.

When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
As much as Ocean of a pebble-cast.

Relative space? — Thunderballs

relative space

An understanding of *space wherein the relative location of bodies is determined with respect to other bodies. Relative space contrasts with absolute space, wherein location is understood with respect to an independent frame of reference such as a coordinate system. The dimensions of absolute space are fixed and immovable, whereas relative space is a movable dimension. The difference between absolute and relative space has been a long-running debate in physics. For example, while Newton posited the existence of a universal absolute space, Leibniz thought that space made no sense except as the relative location of bodies.... .

See 'Helgoland' by Rovelli about relationism.

every new big bang — Thunderballs

Sure, if there can be one bang, there will be others.

what about the substratum from which quantum fluctuations emerge and disappear into? — TheGreatArcanum

There's no emerging or coming from or going to for what is Fundamental; it is ever and always. The fields themselves fluctuate all over, always; there is no stillness—else naught could happen. Where there is a unit stable quantum it is directly an elementary particle; else there are just other fluctuations not amounting to a unit level.

Consider that since the fields are everywhere and partless and continuous and eternal they would seem as 'space', yet there is not another space that is just there to hold the fields.

The fields were there before the Big Bang and are still here after and ever. They are ungenerated and deathless.

if the universe is born out of 'quantum fluctuations' (as physicists claim), do those fluctuations necessitate space, — TheGreatArcanum

The quantum fields of QFT that fluctuate are Fundamental, exhausting Reality, so, there's no 'space' as something else.

That's the question! — Thunderballs

Existence is the mandatory default, given that 'Nothing' cannot be, much less be productive.

Do you want 'Nothing' to have some capability to 'it'? Then it's not a 'Nothing' but a something.

That' s the question! — Thunderballs

There's no question about the ever and always of the Fundamental.

But from where came the quantum fields, these simultananeity of all paths in phasespace (or Markov chains)? These fields in a spacetime. From where came spacetime in its eternity? — Thunderballs

The quantum fields exhaust Reality. There's no "coming from" for the Eternal Fundamental that has no beginning or end.

It's not moving up a level. You can of course ask "but where did gids came frim". But that's a different question. I can't imagine the universe to be there without a creation by god(s). Even when it's eternal. There has to be someone behind it. — Thunderballs

Can't have a complexity as First and Fundamental, not even a proton, much less some ultimate System of Mind.

Quantum Fields are the Ground of Determination (G.O.D.).

Only God(s) knows that. — Thunderballs

Well, He's not needed any more since Existence has no alternative. No need to move up a level.

What question? — Thunderballs

Of those like "Why anything?" or "What's it's all about?"

I do. It's considered difficukt while in fact there ain't nothing to it. — Thunderballs

We always knew the TOE had to be simple and thus almost boring technically but still very exciting as the answer to the most often asked question.