Tag: hexagons



The hexagon is of equal balance and proportion, and its six faces are in perfect alignment with the center of its energy, which is known in the esoteric circles as “the seventh key.” Its malcontented offspring, the hexagram, derived from the Greek word for six and also from the old Germanic word hexe, meaning witch, spans the heights of heaven and the depths of hell, and everything in between is contained within its body. It is here where we begin with the Library of Babel, the hive that carries all the possibilities of language within its interlocking hexagons that rise up beyond where the eye can see, where its omega point can only be logically deduced to a finite number but appears infinite in its physical manifestation as a library. Sunlight passes through the central shafts through an opening the shape of a hexagon, and once it crosses this threshold, its rays redistribute and filter through the meticulously dusted rows of bookshelves. The library is an embodiment of order because there is both a beginning and end point from which each particle of knowledge can be assigned a value and categorized within a range that knows no negative numbers because, put simply, it’s the “what we don’t know that we don’t know” and thus it would have to be known, or at least known that it is unknown, in order to integrate into the collection of possibilities contained within the library walls.

“From all these incontrovertible premises he deduced that the Library is total and that its shelves contain all the possible combinations of the twenty-odd orthographic symbols (whose number, though vast, is not infinite);” – Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel, 1941.

And in this sense, the finiteness of the library is tied to the human mind because language rose from thought and was assessed a value when it took the form of a character, or a single letter, and so on. And while thought and the imagination rise endlessly, its expression is still a sacrifice and the symbol, like Christ, came into the world as a mediator between the real and the non-real, the alpha and the omega. The Library attains the perfection of balance, indicated by the weight of all the symbols stacked high so to appear deceptively infinite, and it is the weight of its realness that the symmetry of the hexagons harmoniously distribute and support, and upon which all things rest. The number one, the first positive value conjured as a single mark, is the means in which the primes two and three are built upon, thus making the hexagon possible. The unifying element surrounding and incorporating these hexagons and their interlocking passages is the single structure of the library as a living organism of knowledge. And all the different combinations of letters and symbols filter through the various systems much in the way nourishment passes through the body. And the passageways represent the means in which this system is interconnected and weaves through all the different combinations of novels and essays rearranged and refigured to their utmost capacity, and in their captivity their destiny is imposed upon them much like the way that this single source of light expands across the library’s many levels after it has been freed from the constraints of the central shafts. Different colors and temperatures of light pass across the shelves and books appear one color in the morning and another towards evening. Entire shelves fall into a certain shade of bluish green at certain hours of the afternoon when the sky is lacquered with clouds and a storm system is due to make landfall. And the towers of hexagons interchange various tones according to the temperature of light accorded to us all and shared amongst all the people passing through them.

“And we see, in these beginnings, precisely what Symbolism in literature really is: a form of expression, at the best but approximate, essentially but arbitrary, until it has obtained the force of a convention, for an unseen reality apprehended by the consciousness. It is sometimes permitted to us to hope that our convention is indeed the reflection rather than merely the sign of that unseen reality. We have done so much if we have found a recognizable symbol.” – Arthur Symons, The Symbolist Movement in Literature, 1908.

rough edges pattern


In the midst of the fear & acute panic that currently grips the populace in regards to perceived threats to our information amusement parks such as “cyber terror,” “identity theft,” “malicious software” or “malware,” (and on & on, et al.) it has occurred to me that the internet itself, in its entirety, may be most accurately categorized as a virus. Allow me to present a crude demonstration of this hypothesis.

"WE ARE HERE TO AWAKEN FROM THE ILLUSION OF SEPARATION." Graffiti found in an old military bunker near Baker Beach, San Francisco. Note the design to the right: hexagons within hexagons.

“WE ARE HERE TO AWAKEN FROM THE ILLUSION OF SEPARATION.” Graffiti found in an old military bunker near Baker Beach, San Francisco. Note the design to the right: hexagons within hexagons.

Reality is hyperlinked. This is the nature of the mind. Synapses, in their lightning storms & calligraphy in the dark, naturally string together sequences of associations like the braids of a sailor’s knot: securely yet flexibly. The diminishing spacial possibilities of an ascent up a pyramid. This is the first associative confluence. As I type these words my mind has meanwhile constructed, unbeknownst to me consciously, the complete situation that has likely sprung to the minds of many reading this now: that of the room of 100 monkeys with typewriters who, by process of their nonsensical banging at the keys, will eventually produce The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion.

Another example of the hyperlink as it exists in quotidian reality.

Another example of the hyperlink as it exists in quotidian reality.

Our subject, the internet, is a brain where there was nothing but ether. The brain, subjectivity itself, is an internet which from the ether produces consciousness, which is nothing. Look within, attempt to locate the “self” that causes such a ruckus. It is like grasping at air with a carpal tunneled hand. This “nothingness” of the self is the second associative confluence.  Does a virus know that it knows? Does it know wherefore its slimy trail flows?

     23 Then if any man shall say unto you, Lo, here is Christ, or there; believe it not.

     24 For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.

     25 Behold, I have told you before.

     26 Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, he is in the desert; go not forth: behold, he is in the secret chambers; believe it not.

     27 For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.

-Matthew 24:23-27

Angel Island. This, too, is a part of the internet.

Angel Island, CA. This, too, is a part of the internet-metavirus.

The third associative confluence is the thing itself. A virus is a program that reproduces itself indefinitely. The internet’s greatest survival mechanism is its incorporeal nature. It was designed with the evolutionary imperative of surviving multiple nuclear attacks, like a cockroach stretched infinitely thin across an infinite grid. Synapses firing across the surface of the entire earth, from the east to the west. Thus in its barest outline is sketched plainly, if not amply demonstrated, the highly advanced viral nature of the internet. The conclusion to be drawn from this is clear: fear not, O ye metavirus, viruses infecting from without, for ye are VIRUS. Does the ocean fear the flood?

A server is a lonely sentinel of self-perpetuation & transcendence.