The Soul Star ⭐️ The Allspace

The Eggs of Cosmic Chance

In the beginning was the Cobalt Sun. Later came life. We can all surmise why, but who can say how? We don’t know if there are Cosmic Entities that determine where we live and what we are, yet we do know that there are miracles deep inside the molecule and deep inside outer space.

— from The Book of Fractals, by Algotodo

Egg One 

Long before the early history recorded in The Book of Fractals, the first sun materialized out of thin air: Ovular 1. For a fraction of a second it floated all by itself in the Allspace, surrounded by vapour streams, nutrient rich filaments, and electric impulses. It was a cobalt-coloured sun of infinite density.

In a single gigantic pulse, Ovular 1 expanded, hatching six cosmic eggs. The eggs expanded in all six directions: nord & sood, oost & est, close & far. These six eggs lay so far apart from each other that the distance between them is measured in sextillions of exoparsecs cubed. Cubed. The six eggs lay at the vertices of an octahedron shape.

A nanosecond later, a second pulse occurred, and each of the six eggs hatched into 36. A third pulse hatched these 36 into 216. In a single moment, the entire expanse of the Allspace was fixed into a pattern of interlocking octahedron shapes that were fixed in space. Seen two-dimensionally from a distant point, the vertices of the giant octahedrons formed roughly hexagonal shapes.

Within each cosmic egg, galaxy walls shifted and universes rotated around each other, but the eggs themselves stayed in the same octahedron patterns for what would have seemed an eternity, had there been any living thing to measure time.

All of a sudden there appeared, God knows how, the amorphous, sponge-like entities called the Looking-Glass Beings. Each of the 216 eggs was populated with 36 Looking-Glass Beings. Each of the LGBs was responsible for developing one cosmos.

In the middle of the Big Six (the 6 large groups of 36) was a void called the Nexus. It was here that the 7776 Looking-Glass Beings came when they needed to convene a conference, to exchange information, or to muse about the whereabouts of the Cobalt Sun.

Once the 7776 Looking-Glass Beings appeared, they instinctively infracted whatever was around them. They took in solar systems, galaxies, galaxy clusters, and galactic walls. All of these were infracted deep into the infinite substructures of their sponge-like beings. Each of these God-like Entities was roughly the size and shape of a jelly-fish, yet like Walt Whitman they contained multitudes. Each one was a cosmos, of Ovular 1 the Son.  

The Looking-Glass Beings roamed far and wide, yet they always kept in contact with each other. In each pulse, generated from somewhere within the original exploded cobalt sun — they communicated to their fellow Looking-Glass Beings what they found. 

After thoroughly infracting the 216 eggs, they sailed for aeons outward into the Great Void, searching for any sign of a cosmos, a galaxy, a planet, even a stray rock or beam of light. They found nothing at all. After a billion years of exploration, after travelling trillions of yottaparsecs into the Void, they were forced to conclude there were no other cosmic eggs. Nor could they find any sign of a chicken, cocoon, larva, or even a spore.

The Looking-Glass Beings had a hard time coming to terms with this apparent fact, and stubbornly insisted that they simply hadn’t travelled far enough into the Void to find evidence of anything else. Number Two Hundred and Sixteen pulsed this belief most succinctly: If you can think of a limit to space, you can think of somewhere outside this limit where someone else might be thinking the same thing. 

Looking-Glass Being Number One, however, disagreed. She felt that there was something special, something unique about the 216 cosmic eggs. They had hatched from Nothing in a sort of Divine Moment. And by from Nothing she meant that there was really nothing else. Besides, she argued, if there was something else, they would have discovered it by now. She enshrined her belief in the following statement: “While we can make the Great Egg bigger, there are no other Big Eggs. The question of the chicken and the egg is irrelevant. There is no Chicken.”

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Dicing

The Void around the Great Egg was so vast that the Looking-Glass Beings saw no harm in stretching their tentacles and seeing what they might perchance create. They had long since mastered the art of infraction, but they had not fully explored the uses they might make of refraction — that is, of reversing the infraction process so that instead of taking in spatial structures, they projected them outward. It was like sitting inside a windowless room, looking at the image inside a mirror and then projecting this image somewhere outside the house. Given that the Looking-Glass Beings were intimately connected to every structural aspect of the image in the mirror, they were also capable of influencing — distorting, accelerating, contorting, amplifying, contracting, etc. — this image once they diced it into the Void.

The Looking-Glass Beings took what they knew about the formation of stars, and expanded the contours of the Great Egg. Throwing their knowledge like stardust into the Void, stars and galaxies sprouted like mushrooms in an Irish glade. Worlds spun around magnetic poles, gravitational matrices, and chains of ether. Galactic walls stretched from one part of a newly-diced universe to the next.  

The Looking-Glass Beings diced bright purple cubes, green spirals, pentagons of neon matter, pinwheels of lattice flame, burnished silicon rhomboids, pyramids of incandescent ferridium. The fringes of the Great Egg became as colourful as a Ukrainian Easter egg.

The Looking-Glass Beings had become as gods who loved nothing more than playing dice with the universe.

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Number 36

Among the Looking-Glass Beings who looked out over the vast stretches of Time, Fra Sole was Number 36. This number didn’t suggest the prestige of being Number 6, the sacred number of spatial extension itself (the four cardinal directions, plus the two vertical directions, all of which could be spun in any direction). Yet 36 did embody the first multiplication of the Primal Extension. One occurrence doesn’t suggest a pattern, yet two occurrences do. In this sense, Six was merely a tadpole, and Thirty-Six was the full-grown Leviathan.

Yet Thirty-Six was aloof from such considerations. He requested that the other Beings simply call him Fra Sole instead. When some of his fans argued that he was special, Fra Sole observed that the numbering system was completely arbitrary, having been decided a trillion years ago by the throw of an enormous die with 216 sides.

Still, Beings passed him in the Hexagon Stream and thought to themselves, There goes Thirty-Six. Not Thirty-Five or Thirty-Seven. Thirty-Six. There must be a reason the Primeval Die chose him to be Thirty-Six. Like the rest of us, he dices suns, universes, and cosmic Eggs into existence. But his dice tumbles into this quadrant or that, determined by his status as Thirty-Six. There has to be a reason that he, and no one else, is The Incarnation of the Primal Multiplication of the Divine Number Six.

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