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The soul as a functional top-down ethereal antagonist is not a prime mover, much like notions of gravity; that which moves within it is not from the agency of an individual actor but a by-product of its existence. The Soul itself is not static; although it is the catalyst for all data within the universe, it also evolves through an interaction of experience. This internal interaction under the ultimate observation of the soul-head is much like the internal play of virtues to action in the life of humans. This also displays the endless recursion, a dual mirror effect of martyrdom that our collective, instrumentalised soul goes through. The soul began as data, much like the cell that multiplied in the primordial soup; it transforms from potential data to reaction, solidified information. The soul’s ‘data’ is a quantum possibility space; ‘reaction’ is decoherence, collapsing potential into the ‘solidity’ of observed reality. Like a cosmic natural selection, only stable patterns survive entropy’s sieve, akin to ‘Quantum Darwinism’. As the previous section within dialogues implied, there almost seems to be an anthropomorphic nature to endowing conscious beings with the sensations of their own entropy, malevolent. Our three-dimensional limitations have to be addressed here, what we perceive through our interoception as pain, intent, suffering, joy, etc. This is merely the consequences of existing, there is no spite, we feel the sensations of an unfurling reaction that eventually martyrs itself.

We are data for a cosmic archive, the harvesting may cause suffering on our level, but above us on higher dimensional plains, this experience transforms into the unrecognisable. We run into a persistent and unavoidable problem when delving this deep, there are paradoxes to the soul, but paradoxes are meant to exist. In the 7^th dimension, it is hypothesized that what can and what cannot exist together, the antagonist and anti-antagonist in a strange paradoxical unison. This is where we take our next step in the exploration of the entropic soul, what happens once it reaches its possible heat death? The possible answers come in a couple, either it is cyclical, an eternal return of quantifying data through qualitative experience. Or the soul-head is itself harvested as data, its death, like ours, is extrapolated as a part of something that exists above the absolute. I prefer the second option, but I fear the first is the most likely. There is an undeniable cyclical nature to existence, as a low-level species, this is something that we have been able to recognise; in fact, it is one of our greatest achievements. Its cyclical properties encourage our maths and geometry, our metaphysics and philosophy, it is the very tools of our master. The paradox of our soul-head is that it is a Schrödinger’s God at the seventh dimension; it is both alive and dead, harvesting and retired.

Jung’s coincidentia oppositorum posits that the self is similarly comprised, opposites and the conflict of their paradoxical nature internally battling into the manifestation of the self. There is nothing but a paradox, and the greatest paradox of them all is a corrupt circle, a cycle of all; this is our ethereal antagonist, our top-down observer, this is our soul. It is a higher-dimensional observer, its most plausible existence is 6th-dimensional, where it is paradox-free; however, the more I interrogate this paradigm, the more it would appear its final form is a paradox, be it 7th-dimensional or possibly even higher. Additionally, the way the by-products of the soul-head move suggests something frictionless, akin to superfluid gravity. I shall delve deep into research and address this in a later entry. Superfluid gravity is a fringe yet poignant theory that may help explain dark matter without the need for extracurricular particles like neutrinos. I have a hunch that dark matter may be some kind of residue from the paradoxical nature of a 7th-dimensional soul-head, but right now, this is unfalsifiable metaphysics in a paradigm that represents the metaphysical equivalent of the mad hatter’s tea party!