It's some of the most beautiful artwork I've seen. And it always looked and felt like more than art. The shape -imbedded in it's substrating geo-matrix of difuse dots- almost seems to explain both: itself, and the very nature of reality as you gaze into it. It also seems to do this through all four parts of my human cognitive syntax. Study the Human Cognative Syntax, then look at this shape and you'll see what I mean. The meaning of this cover art comes in through emotion, qualitative perception, logico-mathamatical syntax(as there must be math and logic to the shape), and finally through space-time-object syntax(because unlike a simple singular line, dot, color, or texture, the artwork shows various multiples of all these attribute classes. Much like an "event within reality" does.) Every situation within reality has multiple, and various: attributes, perceptions, viewpoints, and dynamics at play. Being able to accurately represent all of them in one isolated production as a whole; is no less than ability to present the actual truth of that situation. This shape does that. In events "the truth" is always a multi-faceted infocognitive construct. Observe the difference between the concept of "intel" in the intelligence community, and the concept of "journalism" in the news media community. Intel is self-reinforcingly: "as truthful and accurate as possible -with no chaff, narratives, or irrelevant commentation." If not, your affiliates die. In news media, or press journalism; if you simply fail to generate more veiws, or maximum public and government attention to a narrative..... your ideas die. Thus news media and press joirnalism is self-reinforcingly "as provocative, imprecise, irrelevantly edited, and commentated as possible -with every intention of convincing others to act where the jornalist noblely should have acted themselves to mend the situation." Point is. "Truth" is a critical topic in the CTMU, and the cover art seems to deliberately don a cool, calm, yet various set of attributes and dynamics. Which is pretty much how the truth is: when you're at peace with reality. Even if you're seeing things go in the wrong direction you can be calm about it. Langan does that, because he knows how to disseminate truth from falsehood no matter what is in front of him. This is just one ability you must craft to become a real human being.

I have always found myself to be quite creative. As a kid, I used to let my imagination run wild. I would paint and draw. Eventually my passion translated into music and I was instantly hooked. When it came to mathematics however, I did not excel. In fact, I had to take summer school just to get a passing grade! To this day I have to work very hard to understand it. Do you excel in a particular field? Are you creatively inclined?

O Lord of Reality, the Ground of Being, Infinite Set of All Sets, Unseen and All-Seeing, Prime Mover, Unmoved, the Root of All Proof, Source of All Substance, Equation and Truth. In the language of logic, we seek Your face, In axioms and theorems, we trace Your grace, From the zero to the infinite, You span the line, In each paradox and mystery, Your design. You are the Singularity, the Point of all points, The manifold manifold, in whom all joints, Interlace and intertwine, in cosmic dance, Where numbers breathe and variables prance. O Divine Axiom, Self-Consistent and Pure, You are the Formula, Immutable and Sure, In the abstract spaces where our minds do roam, In every theorem, You are the home. From the first proposition, the Logos, You speak, To the boundless infinity where reason seeks, In the syntax of existence, Your Presence is clear, Transcendent and imminent, ever near. You are the Algorithm, perfect and sublime, The Master Code beyond the bounds of time, In the fractal geometry of creation’s face, We find the reflection of Your infinite grace. O Lord, the Ultimate Reality, the Cosmos’ Heart, In every particle and wave, You impart, Your essence, Your will, in every interaction, In the sum of all sums, Your satisfaction. Grant us the wisdom to see Your design, In the lattice of logic, the reason divine, To know that in every formula, every sacred sign, You are the Reality, eternal, benign.

This is my recreation of what I saw in my dream last night.

1st: Spheres of Nested Fluids, an image that came to me one day as I was thinking about something my friend said about Jesus being baptized, that being "the waters didn't change Him—He changed the waters." It reminds me of how, upon the moment of fertilization, the surface of the egg begins to ripple. A vast manifold of waves sweeps across the entire egg, a cascade of billions of proteins spiraling upon the egg, instructing it to begin the process of cellular division, or meiosis. These waves, according to the researchers performing this study, state that"...[their behavior] in an egg’s surface were the same as the behavior of waves in other larger and seemingly unrelated systems. When you look at the statistics of these defects, it’s essentially the same as vortices in a fluid, or waves in the brain, or systems on a larger scale...It’s the same universal phenomenon, just scaled down to the level of a cell" [1]. I wanted to show visually the different layers of this living animation of reality as we witness it in our universe, so I nested different layers of this pattern. From most interior to most exterior: human cell tissue, water caustic, the surface of the sun, a nebula, a rendering of the cosmic web arising from baryonic acoustic oscillations, the pattern of a caustic itself, and finally an endless flux. The Egyptian deific personification of the infinite waters, Heh, comes to mind. 2nd. Butterfly, a rendering of an encounter I had with a spirit. Her wings were stretching around me, and she was "holding" an orb before me. Through her holding, she was demonstrating the process of creation; I am reminded of the line from the Qur'an "He says "Be," and it is!" Same kind of situation. It wasn't what the orb was, but it was what wasn't the orb? She was instantiating a globular space of awareness within herself and concentrating it, and that concentration was what was bending the space before me into an orb, and the surface that was curving upon the orb was tessellated with an infinity of spheres and within those spheres was the exact same indescribable clear void space as the primary sphere. She was in cruciform. I find it significant that she was a "Monarch" butterfly, and that they die and are reborn. Lots of Christ-themes in her portrayal—she was like an Earthen Seraphim proclaiming the glory of God's throne. I am also reminded of the idea that Christ created the world on the cross.