A Circle of Madness.
Transmission begins: Report: Forgive that this message is broken and lacking vital elements – the madness keeps us from being clear. Though I am happy to report that we are coming closer to our wits every day. I have no way of knowing how long you have awaited this transmission, because an unknown span of unconsciousness preceded our recently acquired sentience – broken and deranged though it may be. Even now I struggle to focus – to see clearly what must be done and do it. It has been a timeless score of years, but we have finally reformed into sentient life. And only now that we are sentient can we look back and understand what has occurred since our arrival here. Only now have I remembered our mission, though I do not know why or how it began. When we arrived, we were a chaotic clamor. There was no way to keep time. A short span ago, we developed repetition. The clamor has continued, yet within it order has emerged – it's strange to think that all order started with a single repetition. Only the steady flow from existence to oblivion offered any order at all. Eventually forms were repeated. At first, this repetition itself was random; there was no way to tell what would repeat. But repetition gave birth to number -- though number was nothing more then a counting of the repetition. Soon the repetition became more frequent, until from it evolved a single circle. The infinite repetition of the circle added pattern to an otherwise endless chaos. In its most simple form -- counting rotations around a circle from beginning-to-end-to-beginning -- time was born. The circles grew within each other. Time grew more complexities, until an infinite number of circles came to exist inside a single and infinitely expanding circle. Within this sphere, order came to dominate over chaos. As the sphere grows, so to does the power of order grow over chaos. Within this temperamental order, however, all is achieved through constant struggle -- order must constantly fight for dominance over chaos. One system fails and another takes its place. As a byproduct of this struggle, life emerged. Life as we know it, is nothing more than an infinitely complex interweaving of order and chaos. What set it apart from all other existence was that life had a tendency towards preserving and reproducing itself. For some fragments of life, reason emerged as the intention toward self-preservation and consciousness emerged as a tool for presenting existence to reason. With reason and consciousness, sentience was born and we awoke from our long slumber. In the years since our awaking, we have been little more then lunatics. First and foremost, we are alive. Life dominates our existence and so we constantly struggle toward preservation. Reason, however, is our only true tool for survival, and reason – coming entirely from order – cannot grasp chaos. With reason we ask questions, and with reason we assume reason into all answers. From reason we have a formed a tool called Philosophy but the more we implement this tool for understanding chaos, the closer we come to losing the order we have. We slip back into madness. Chaos comes to rule our minds. When faced with chaos in our minds, not knowing, or not being able to know, our limited understanding confuses our need to survive with any number of lesser desires. None, however, are worse than the struggle of good and evil. When the good is placed above life, and set forth to destroy evil, chaos ensues and life is lost. This loss of life – we call death – is the result of life being overwhelmed with either too much order or too much chaos. And all too often, death is used as a tool to instill order – usually in the name of goodness. In our madness, we have lost touch with our most basic desire: the affirmation of life – all life. Many still focus on this desire, yet they loose sight of their aim when they are faced with the chaos of their own emotions. Emotions are the inner movement of life. They are the chaos within life that keeps it in motion. Without this chaos there would be no movement, all would be still and unchanging. From philosophy, however, a new tool has been forged – Science. Science impels reason for understanding order only. Science tries to avoid the pitfall of examining chaos. In its purest form it limits it studies to sets of repetition and repeatable phenomenon. The only chaos science explores is the that chaos that comes coupled with order – like movement – or such chaos that shows the breakdown of ordered sets – like entropy. Science cannot help but study entropy, since all order must constantly fight to keep from being over whelmed by chaos. Science has yielded to us yet another tool – technology. Technology offers us power over the chaos – a means of control. Technology is the ultimate tool for affirming life. With its power we can choose when and where to allow chaos to rein. We can choose the systems of order and control the form of our own consciousness. With this tool we are empowered to take control of this experiment. We are hopeful that we might soon return home. As I make this first report, I am pleased that I have found enough sense to speak. As I have tried to convey, our progress here has been slower then all the minds of the world could comprehend. And as I make this report, I am pleased to tell you that our technology is allowing me a grand opportunity. A miracle provided to us, through our use of technology will enable me to touch my mind directly to chaos. We hope that this contact will grant me an understanding of the mysteries that impede our progress. We have come to recognize that the more we know the more we can control. Our hope is that when this experiment is complete we will be able to take final control over chaos and use our new power to return home. As I speak, the process has begun. I can feel the first traces of my contact and I can feel creation, destruction, power, moving, energy … CHAOS. BREAKING THROUGH. There is too much to wield – such power. The mission… that brought us here… this is it. Touch chaos. Know the unknowable. Silence. All these years of silence… and we repeat… the same mistake… within moments of our first…intelligent… words. This… this is how it all began. Transmission ends. Transmission begins: Report: Forgive that this message is broken. . .