Commissioned post for Aleph Null.
There are other worlds.
We know that in our bones. Our reality is not the only one; it cannot be. There are other modes of being, other modes of existing. We come close to touching them, sometimes–when we dream, when we meditate, when we alter our consciousnesses.
It’s not true, of course. Bones are not to be trusted. They’re too solid.
I’m so tired.
Kill Six Billion Demons is a webcomic by Abaddon. Kill 6 Billion Demons is a graphic novel collecting the first story arc of a comic by Tom Parkinson-Morgan.
Kill Six Billion Demons and Kill 6 Billion Demons are almost, but not quite, the same thing. The implication, therefore, is that Abaddon and Tom Parkinson-Morgan are almost, but not quite, the same person.
Fluids change shape to fit their containers.
The third eye is traditionally the hardest to open. It’s the one that sees into other worlds, but normally its gaze is turned strictly inwards. But that’s okay–there’s as many in there as there are outside.
Open it. See all of the many worlds. Be all of the yous in all of the worlds.
Allison’s key is shoved into her third eye. It is unlocked, and through it, the worlds are unlocked. There are wonders there, and horrors. Angels and devils and witches and lost boyfriends.
Mostly there are horrors.
You only have two eyes.
Reality (ha!) is an ocean. An infinite flux, the chaos primordial. All the worlds all at once. All the possibilities.
The Sea of Dirac they call it, and other things beside. It is much much much too big. It’ll never fit in our tiny heads. Slice it up! The gaze is a sword. To perceive the ocean is to carve it: me from not-me, then you from not-us. This from that. Time and space from here-now. Matter from void.
You cannot carve the ocean, and only a fool would try. The only alternative is to drown, but it’s okay.
You never existed to begin with.
Allison starts with a key to all the worlds in her eye. She ends with a sword to slice them away.
To gaze is to carve.
God is dead. Allison met him.
But he is really just a demiurge. Ialdabaoth and all the aeons gibber and dance at the heart of creation, the depths of the ocean. They understand nothing, see nothing. They do not gaze, do not carve.
They have drowned.
They are free.
There is no point. Only a blade and an ocean, a mind and an eye.
Angels have bodies of void in shells of ash. Devils inhabit flesh and wear masks. The witch has something in her third eye just like Allison, but red, not white.
The Red Queen goes faster and faster to stay in the same place. The White Queen believes six impossible things before breakfast. Jam tomorrow and jam yesterday, but never jam today. Carve as finely as you like, but you’ll never carve down to the here-now.
Alice takes the place of the White Queen’s daughter Lily. But the White Queen lives backwards in time, and the child is the father of the man.
(You can’t carve the ocean. All of it is the here-now.)
Kill Six Billion Demons and Kill 6 Billion Demons have the same art, the same dialogue. But they tell different stories. Only the latter has the sword manual.
(Yes, yes, to gaze is to carve.)
Words. Pictures. Data on a screen, or perhaps printed out to a page, but data nonetheless.
A datum is a single point, the tiniest unit of facticity, one dot on a graph. Data is the plural of datum. Sand is sand, but it is also many grains. We can say the grains are covering the beach, or we can say the sand is covering the beach. Grains are plural, but sand is singular, because sand is a fluid. Like water, it cannot be carved. The water is rising.
To be fluid is to be singular and plural at once. Not many, but much.
We used to say “data are,” because the graph has many points. (Statisticians still do.) The greatest spiritual discovery of the digital age is that data flows. Data is a fluid.
Fluids change shape to fit their containers.
Once upon a time, there was time. But that was then, and this isn’t now.
I don’t know why I’m bothering. You’re not even here.
A pearl in her forehead and a sword in her hand, she fights for love.
She fights for him.
She fights for herself.
Before I was born, I saw a seahorse. I tasted the ocean.
Seawater is poison, and so, I died.
The six billion demons are, obviously, us. We broke the worlds. We carved the ocean. We cleaved God in two, and two again, and then into hundreds and thousands and billions.
We are the demiurge, who sees without understanding, who shapes a world and thinks it adequate. Who splits day from night and self from sea. We are monsters, with our keys and our swords, our divisions and our gateways. Simply to be is to tear the world asunder, but to not be is to kill the worlds within.
How many times and how many ways can I say the same thing?
What is real?
Whatever you can touch.
But you can’t touch anything. The repulsive force between the electrons in your hand and the electrons in the thing approaches infinity as the distance between them approaches zero.
That’s what touching IS, stupid!
Who are you talking to?
And they were enlightened.
…Why did you just say that?
Everything is as it is supposed to be.
That sentence was in the passive voice. Actively, it is: Everything is as we suppose it to be.
That is what “good” means, and “real.”
It is never ever ever ever true.
You already have a key. You already have a sword. You already have six billion demons to slay.
There is nothing I can give you, not even a quest(ion).
Dance like no one’s watching. Scream for help like no one’s listening.
Spoilers: no one is. God is dead and the demiurge is lost.
No one’s listening, not even you.
Seven crowns on seven heads on one dread hill. How trite.
Hollowing them out to use as apartment buildings is new, though.
A sleeting curtain of inspiration. A susurrus of ideas. A door without a key.
There are clawmarks in the wood, and my fingernails are worn to the bone.
In the name of the moon and the revolution of the world, grant me the power to punish you!
This is nonsense.
This is profundity.
This is pretentious crap.
This is old hat.
This is contained in your mind now.
This is fluid.
I’ve got six billion of these. I could do this all day!
Don’t listen to your bones. They don’t have anything to say.
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