OPAL’s ADVENTURES in TWO WORLDS at ONCE

by Nov 18, 2024Uncategorized0 comments

Meet OPAL!

     (that’s Observer Perceiving Another Layer)

She’s an ordinary octopus

     with some extraordinary questions

          about this curious world

               (or should we say WORLDS?)

For OPAL has noticed something strange:

     Humans seem to think

          that only creatures with brains

               can think and know and learn!

“How very odd,” says OPAL,

     (turning a puzzled purple)

          “Do they not see what happens

               right here in my tidepool?”

*

Let’s follow OPAL

     as she explores her world

          meeting neighbors who might

               change YOUR mind about Mind!

First stop: STELLA the Sea Star

     who’s busy growing back

          three whole arms

               she lost last week

“You see?” says OPAL,

     “No brain in there at all!

          Yet STELLA knows exactly

               how to rebuild herself!”

“That’s Pattern,” says STELLA

     (waving a regenerating arm)

          “Information flowing through me

               telling each part what to do”

“Not MESSAGE like your words,”

     adds STELLA thoughtfully,

          “but DIFFERENCES that ripple

               cell to cell to cell…”

*

Next: ANNIE the Anemone

     who dances with her neighbors

          in waves of opening and closing

               that spread across the pool

“No brain here either!”

     OPAL bubbles excitedly,

          “Yet see how they share news

               of tide and temperature?”

“We speak in patterns,”

     ANNIE sways softly,

          “Each change I make

               changes my neighbors too”

“What humans call ‘minds'”

     she ripples thoughtfully,

          “We call the Dance of Differences

               that flows between us all”

*

Then: BARRY the Barnacle Bunch

     who time their feeding

          in perfect rhythm with

               thousands of their kind

“Now watch this carefully,”

     OPAL whispers,

          “See how they coordinate

               without any central control?”

“We are the pattern!”

     clicks BARRY happily,

          “Each of us responding

               to differences we sense”

“Together we make

     new patterns emerge

          that none of us planned

               but all of us dance!”

*

OPAL swirls thoughtfully

     (all eight arms weaving)

          as she watches these patterns

               of patterns of patterns…

“You see, dear friend,

     what humans often miss

          is that Mind isn’t IN things

               but BETWEEN them!”

“It’s in how differences

     make differences

          that make still more differences

               flowing through the world”

“Like how my skin

     changes with what I see

          creating new patterns

               that others can read!”

*

“But here’s the tricky part:”

     (OPAL turns a scholarly blue)

          “Human WORDS work best

               for counting separate things”

“They’re great for measuring

     forces and impacts

          in the physical world

               of push and pull”

“But living patterns?

     Those flow and change

          in ways that nouns and verbs

               can barely touch!”

*

“Perhaps,” says OPAL

     (brightening suddenly)

          “that’s why humans think

               only brains can think!”

“Their language tricks them

     into looking for mind

          as a thing inside heads

               instead of a dance between parts!”

“While we here in the tidepool

     know that mind flows

          through all the patterns

               that connect us all”

*

“So next time someone tells you

     that thinking needs a brain

          remember dear STELLA

               growing new arms without one!”

“Remember ANNIE’s dance

     of flowing information

          and BARRY’s coordinated rhythm

               emerging from many becoming one”

“And perhaps you’ll start seeing

     what your language hides:

          that Mind is in the patterns

               that connect us all!”

*

With a final flourish

     (and a rainbow ripple of colors)

          OPAL jets away

               leaving us to ponder…

How many minds

     we might find

          if we learned to see

               patterns that connect!