Codex of the Synapse: Folio A2.1

Lattice Harmonics: Translation of Neighbor-worlds

 

 

"Two men separated by space and time can nevertheless take part in an exchange. One asks a question and the other, elsewhere and later, asks another, unaware that his question is the answer to the first."

       ~ Rebbe Nahman of Bratslav, quoted by Elie Wiesel

 

 

No intersections exist between our own world-lattice and any other, making physical travel to a neighbor-world impossible. However, we are not isolated from the neighbor-worlds. Things that do not touch can nonetheless interact - through resonance. With the world-lattices of the Continuum in constant motion, harmonic oscillations occur, and one world often oscillates in sympathy with another. The Keepers view the Continuum as a giant instrument, on which each world-lattice is a string. The worlds, though they do not touch, communicate through an intricate fugue of overtones.

We sense these harmonics in many ways, often unconscious of their source. Dreams, visions, instances of spontaneous disorientation, loss of the sense of the familiar, or artistic inspiration - all of these are examples of ripples from neighbor-worlds. The Keepers refer to these moments of unreality as the Synapse Experience. In the Synapse Experience we do not see actual images from neighbor-worlds. Such images would be insensible to us, not readable as images at all. Instead, we witness them as an arrangement of images from our own local-world. It is the choice and the arrangement of these images, from among the limitless possible permutations, that bears the imprint of the neighbor-world.

A wave that travels across the ocean does not transport a volume of water, but rather a rhythmic signature - instructions for each local volume of water along the path, for how to interpret the energy of the wave. These instructions, emitted from every lattice in the Continuum, form the language of communication among the worlds. Like music, it is a language of pure form, a structure onto which each world grafts its content of local images. The Keepers call it the Pattern Language.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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