What do my currently-non-existent visitors want?

You probably want to know something about the author: Rowney Marshal.

Who could Rowney Marshal be?

·        Pseudonym of the ‘real’ author

·        Character in a fictional construct called self by someone

·        Boltzmann brain trapped in early cerebrally-based imagination of the child that grew into the author

·        Parallel world seepage

·        Fictional creation come to life as a consequence of not publishing that book

·        Musing scribe of black knight

·        Channel and narrative vocalisation of quantum-tunnelling minds from other universes in the multiverse, as per the sleeting inspirations of Terry Pratchett and the Boltzmann brain paradox

·        Emergent collectively autocatalytic neurally persistent set of references newly closed into organism with life

·        Human individual imagination that illuminates through biography the written text, as per modernist Leavisite critical theory.

·        Product of zeitgeist, cultural and evolutionary psychology of this age and geography, within the context of scifi plagiarising meme-reproduction, as per structuralist/evolutionary psychological literary theory

·        Compartmentalised repository of all the thoughts and experiences that would make a normal person insane if they believed them, whereas, fictionalised, they remain in the ‘willing suspension’ temporary file buffer.

·        Honed nonsense

·        The bit of a human that is not concurrent with its 11% banana genome but specific to the temporal lobe anomalies that Homo sapiens is heir to.

·        The holodeck of the imagination

·        The armchair Kirk boldly going

·        The little kid who remembers meeting the elves (they were green and a few inches taller than the nearly-four year old I was)

·        The person who floated beyond the body and beyond the flaming triangles and circles of Platonic space to meet the significant Other

·        Not the person who speaks to animals – they’re the conduit between the Other and This Here

·       Not the person who is the conscientious unit of capitalist labour, the one who excels in the third of the three R’s, every cell a winner

·        Not the trained reductionist left-brain, utterly vaccinated against any more viral beliefs

·        Not the literary critic with the antique degree

·        Not the face in the mirror on which the endless ploughing of Time is carving the furrows of experience

·         The eyes in the mirror where the fallen leaves are ocean-greens and the deep pool in the sunlit glade is a black hole

·        Not the person who drives the road with care

·        The person who flies the fighter bomber with everyone’s name on it

·         The inner anger against indoctrination of children

·          Not the inner compliance as the child of grace

·         The Heron – solitary silent killer of the marshes pterosaurian flying relic

·          Not (just) the Dog – bite worse than bark, that’s the growl that gets to the basal ganglia

·         Not the hermit

·         The reluctant external persona

·          Not the person who has an opinion on everything and likes to tell people it

·          The opinion on everything

·           Not the obsessive researcher

·        The willing suspension of disbelief – within tightly prescribed parameters – the laws of the   multiverse – still emergent, so plenty of scope...

Is that enough to be going on with?

Of course, when I use the phrase ‘the person’ I don’t necessarily intend to infer that the construct was singular, seamless, with narrative consistency throughout - whichever persona is being referred to, they are all temporary and only storytelling gives a satisfactory beginning, middle and end to any his/herstory.

You alone own yours. So whatever tale you’re telling yourself, remember we either write our own epics or settle for the post-it note version of life. I think you can guess how many sagas are awaiting us all in the quantum superposition – but I bet you can’t conceive the second-order infinities that really means.

Enjoy your quantum break-time, ride the crest of the advance wave, choose the horizon you want, and collapse it into the next universe. (In other’s words, ‘if you book them, they will come’, but only if you squint until you’ve placed your feet firmly into the next universe, having ‘jumped the life to come’ from this ‘bank and shoal of time’ – that’s why it’s better to get technical, the language is more precise and with fewer mixed metaphors.)

Oh, and Happy New Year.