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Autopoietic Divinity: Design Without a Designer ?

If a material has the ability to utilise other materials, this is a design, be it primitive or sophisticated, functionality requires function, and function is a design. Think of a tree, using it roots with water, or an atom maintaining its form, all designed functions. So, the question is, if everything utilises a form of design, then is their a designer behind everything?

Now, firstly, I would like to define my definition of design, removing the anthropic bias, design is a structure’s self-organization toward persistence. Their design is their function in relation to existence, be it to sustain, destroy, even entropy has the design in this sense, the function of eroding reality. A proto-agency, the intention is not agency, more a property of an auto-functioning universe. All materials within the universe are designing themselves into sustaining their continuing, without this design the universe would not function. There is a caveat to functionality, however, I would like to imagine it within this essay as a Cartesian demon, using continuity as its illusion. Cohesion requires linearity in most senses, continuity is able to transcend linearity, and is heavily favoured by maths, physics and geometry. It is perfect for the quantitative, but not the qualitative, the lived experience, the phenomenological aspects of reality. If Descartes demon is continuity, then it would be misleading us, providing a key that only opens half the doors, thus, we do not consider a discontinuity bound universe. With continuity dropped, we now enter an anti-coherence, true chaos, but where will this lead us?

We must first remove the idea of a singular creating the proceeding plurality, the 0 is a mirage. We are now circling some kind of God as a self pollinating flower, autosexual and not singular, a God that is a soup of ingredients each supplying it’s own flavour. If God created the universe then who created God? This is our illusive continuity kicking in, we must embrace discontinuity here, God no longer resembles the 0 to our 1. There could be some kind of eternal reflection, similar to my matryr metaphysics theory, an orobourus, observe until the Frankenstein observed back and an endless cycle of yin taking it in turn to be yang and vice versa. Whatever it is, it’s paradoxical. The higher dimensionality increases, the more paradoxically inclined the universe becomes, death is an abstract concept past the 6th. I guess what would be the least cohesive origin, well, it would be no origin. Which makes no sense, but that would be the point, it’s an endless, swirling, paradoxical, chaos. Could our source, our God, be tulpa-ridden? A pluralism of divinity, a God that not who designs, but who happens. Already, this text is forming a paradox, discontinuity, everything designs as I have defined it, but now it does not? Now it just happens? Matter turns to Antimatter? This would be some kind of ontological recursion, a self-fertilising origin, there is no external fertiliser, yet despite this, it manages to fertilise itself. It sustains itself through its own metabolic loop, it eats its own tail to feed itself, it observes a reacting creation so that it can be observed back, and collapse under observation. It can neither be true without falsifying itself, or false without shedding light on its truth. An empty orchestra where silence is the melody, truly something born of death and all directions.

If creation is a design, yet continuity is an illusion, then there must be an anti-creator? We do not have to speculate on what this is, it is entropy. A shadow to the endless hands of divinities, erasing the fingerprints of each touch. Our design as three-dimensional beings would mean that the continuity of our death would be a mere dimensional translation of persistence. In this sense, design is not an act of intention but an emergent property of being. The design of continuity is used as a convincing illusion so that we may find it palatable, until we are ready to realise our truth is false, and our false is truth, and both are right and wrong. The God of infinite split personalities, each the true form yet none true at all. It’s design is to space out time through infinite space and time, linearity is our demon at play once again, a coping mechanism with the design of us to sustain ourselves until we fit into something more paradoxical. In a way, this makes sense, we are born to die? We feel entropy, we feel ourselves deteriorating? We can only experience time as linear? An ecosystem seemingly tailored for cohesion, but could this cohesion only be an illusion on our level, the emperors new clothes and we are the emperor?

Conclusion

Design is immanent, recursive, and absolute, yet, whether it is intentional is unknown. Continuity is a convincing illusion, part of dimensional design to make a palatable existence through coherence. God is self-pollinating plural, an observer and the observed, the paradox that begets all paradoxes. The anti-thesis to creation is entropy, the proverbial eraser of creation that ultimately sustains it. We are a necessary delusion, we need a palatable existence so that we can design, a part of an auto-ecosystem where everything takes it in turn to be both design and designer. Existence is a self-portrait of a face that never stays the same, and must endlessly adjust in the mirror of discontinuity.