The Grand Cosmic Fuck, or, The Secret Art of Reading Tarot Cards

by zyxonian

You don’t need superconductors, financial advisers, or tarot cards to discover the secret to Life.

The Keys to “Why?” and “How?” can be found in the song of the yellow birds, dust lofting through the afternoon light of your window, rainbow radiating from an oil slick, color of your mom’s hat, pinstripe suit, bloody lip, dew in the grass, throb of a black eye, child digging through trash, smell of seagulls, waxing moon, the time of death of your cousin George, shape of the staircase you ascended when you finally realized the inferences of Schrödinger’s equation.

As a very clear example, let’s take the Codex Seraphinianus, an absurdist encyclopedia by Luigi Serafini:

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This illustration, the very first illustration in the tome, depicts the beginning of Existence. The essence of creation is succinctly captured in what appears to be a Eukaryote cell bird thing. I’d also argue that it symbolically captures the nature of a Fractal. If you cannot see the subliminal reference, allow me to show another picture:

 

 

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Coitus, Intercourse, Sex ~ Yes, the “Immaculate Conception”. Nothing can be born without the coming together of entities. Put more poetically:

The Universe is one big bang; for
what is sex but bodies in collision?
Planets, atoms, humans, birds and worms
feed and birth, expand, become
the electrical charge of tactile ecstasy.

Whether flowers, moss, fish, fungus – it is the intermingling of cells which form new bodies. One could argue that the subliminal bird/coitus image only depicts one type of procreation – mating among sexual dimorphs – and thus cannot be considered a key for all types of life. I’d counter argue with a reminder that our organs are colonies of creatures evolved over eons to symbiotically co-habitate. Yes, you, a walking sack of blood cells, are a squirming tower of molecular animals randomly generated by the quirks of perpetual chemical reactions. Brain cells, liver cells, skin cells, sperm cells, mammary gland cells, are living and breathing and have their own processes of reproduction.

With all this in mind, it brings us to the fractal nature of the illustration:

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It can be interpreted as: a bird consisting of cells (macro) and eukaryotic cells consisting of organelles (micro), it is sex between creatures and it is sex with itself, it has lines that imply motion yet it is static, it is a fantasy of the mind yet it exists as a drawing, etc.

Of course, all these things I pointed out are binaries (a.k.a sexual dimorphs), but the closer we look at a binary the more we see the complex interplay of multiple entities (male and female, or colonies and colonies of cells? Sun and moon, or conglomeration of elements and gravity?).

As a refresher, a fractal is an infinitely repeating pattern. No matter how close you “zoom” in, it will always yield the same form.

As notable Discordian, Professor Calamus, explains;

“The closer you observe something, the more complex it becomes. Try to measure the length of a coastline. The more accurate ruler you use, the more detail is revealed, and the longer the coastline will become. When we talk about complex things, like economy, we are only capable of describing it by generalizing and observing recurring patterns. Yet, even economists do not have an exact understanding of economy”

Speaking of the fractal nature of the universe, Calamus also stated;

“The universe is infinitely complex but graspable because it contains recurring patterns. Every bit of the big picture is present in the most minute detail.”

Essentially, the shape and depth of the universe is the eternal shape and depth of itself – we exist in a tautology!

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I’ve used Serafini’s abstract bird/coitus illustration as an example of how we can find, imbue, and discover meaning in all things (I, obviously, have sex and biology on the brain). This delightful drawing has become a mirror into a truth of reality. Additionally, the closer we look at an object or event, the more nuanced and encompassing it becomes.

Even beyond symbolisms and metaphors, there are physical connections: How many of us are distant cousins of Serafini, sharing grandparents along the ancestral family tree?  Speaking of trees, don’t our bodies share the same molecular material as the paper on which he drew, and the inks with which he colored? Wasn’t the illustrator affected by social, ecological, and political events that continue to affect us today? Did the drawing not sprout from the same type of consciousness we have?

As I said before, the more we zoom into the crevices of these questions, the harder it is for us to distinguish metaphor from actuality and fantasy from science. It becomes blurred and indistinguishable – a nausea as described by Antoine Roquentin in Sartre’s novel, Le Nausée.

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Let me tie it all together with sex again:

My limbs fondle the sky
as the sky penetrates my lungs –
Oxygen seeding blood,
sliding through my flesh
igniting organs in a fantastically smutty fuck;
bacteria, mitochondria, synapses, muscles, sugars, fats, melanin, memories, visions, carbon dioxide
pulsing, throbbing, uniting, rotting –
the ceaseless shag of transubstantiation.

I am a walking bacchanalia
coursing through the celestial orgy
a divine masturbation,
an Immaculate Conception,

What is an ouroboros but the pleasure of receiving oneself?

Ouroboros

 

 

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