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The Ouroboric Observer: On the Munchausen Soul

“Whoever fights with monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

I have thought about how to resolve the paradoxes that higher dimensionality brings; symmetry is essential as matter and anti-matter intertwine. The soul observes its own sacrifice, and in doing so, the paradox of its existence is that it both creates death and life in an endless cycle. The resolution is that there is no fatigue in the universe; anything akin to an end is short-lived, as the symmetry of an end only brings life once again, akin to Socratic notions of binaries. The soul will collapse into the very entropy it creates; its death will echo through the hierarchy of dimensions until death no longer means anything. In observing its own death, it shall observe the very matter that gave it life, sparking that very life once again. The ouroboros is more than a poetic notion within this paradigm; it is the structure and law of nature, and nature is all, an infinite appetite with an infinite amount of sustenance. Nietszche’s statement on the danger of gazing into the abyss now becomes prophetic, but it is the soul that gazes at us, and we are the void waiting for its line of sight so we may watch it back. A visual signature signed on the very death warrant that only the recurrence of the soul as an ultimate top-down ethereal antagonist could posit.

Cognitive Decoherence

Quantum cognition looks into the paradoxical nature of human logic and memory through mathematics, using concepts such as quantum entanglement. All routes of existence transcending to the highest possible dimensional realities collapse within the soul’s martyrdom, and one pivotal outcome is chosen (be it heat death or de-expansion). In epiphenomenalist terms, the hard drive corrupts, a Baudrillard distortion reverts into an error of interweaving paradoxical data, and the soul’s decoherence is not a failure but a final measurement, a cosmic wave function collapsing into the only state left: its own silence. Essentially, this is a decoherence event, a Benjamin Button reality that must return to its inception. In these final moments before an eternal return, I imagine the soul feels its own sensations, something akin to our emotions. Quantum interference patterns of collective data from reality in all its forms, fragmenting themselves into singularities ready to spread out once more. Quantum entanglement could be the thread that keeps the final collapse tethered to something able to reverse it; perhaps entanglement is the illusion of the Soul, an endless switching of metaphysical sperm and egg. The universe reproduces as if it were an asexual plant, seeding itself into the void once its death is inevitable. The ouroboros is a wave function, endlessly collapsing and expanding, an observer trapped in the dark with lights for eyes until it gazes into the reflection of its own creation. Unable to recognise itself in something that has poured from its agency, it collapses itself.

A: In the return, I shall be B.

B: Yes, and I will be A.

A: Will there be any remnants, even if corrupted through endless iterations?

B: It is not impossible.

A: I pointed at them and cried, “You are insane!”

B: They pointed back and cried, “No, you are insane!”

A: Damn them, I was outvoted.