Not Less Than Everything…

When time and extension have lost their definitional grip upon the world the Tautological Paradigm arises from ashes that have known no burning. Memory and location are the constituents that provide movement to time and magnitude to space. These are the basis for the placement of our consciousness. The grounding of what we call mind exists here and now. That there might suggest an elsewhere, a footstep or galaxy away or that a now might posit another time—either past or future, is not necessarily evidence of anything beyond the reality of which we are presently conscious. From the standpoint of the paradigm we are witness to dimensionless depths in the totality of time.

We are of the opinion that minds are myriad. The tangle of others is the bedrock of the world. Aligned with this truth (though more rarely entertained) is the supposition that consciousness is a singular presentation of universal totality. The Paradigm infers the Universe to be a singular entity and also that what we take to be a fragment must embody the further most reaches of time and space. The one, which is the many, and the many which is the one is a conundrum as old as western thought. The problem and its   resolution are found among idealists in the occident or in oriental religious traditions.

Emerson is the most lucid and entertaining of the first:

Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.  All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.  There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm.  We wake from one dream into another dream.  The toys to be sure are various and are graduated in refinement to the quality of the dupe.  The intellectual man requires fine bait; the sots are easily amused. But everybody is drugged with his own frenzy, and the pageant marches at all hours, with music, and banner and badge.

Our paradigm, simply put, suggests the cosmos is fully present in the apprehension of any time or locale to which the mind is directed. There is only one thinker and only one thought behind a multitude of masks assembled for the drama: In the eyes of God he who kills a single man destroys the world. [I]

[i] Paraphrase of Borges citing the Sanhedrin of the Midrash, Chapter 5