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How to Manufacture the Absolute from an Empty Box By the druid Finn How a
footnote ate a civilisation Once upon
a time – about the time a cunning priest discovered that “if you can’t
explain it, sanctify it” – a harmless bookkeeping error escaped from a margin
and became God. The story
begins modestly. Three states were noticed: waking, dreaming, deep sleep.
Sensible enough. But then a clerical headache arose: someone seems to
remember all three. The filing system jammed. So the authors of the Māṇḍūkya Upaniṣad (c. 1st–3rd century CE) did what every bureaucrat
does when reality refuses to fit the form: They (and they alone for the term appeared in no other
Upanishad) created a box called “Fourth.” (Turiya) No
contents, no measurements, no instructions – just a label saying “Not this,
not that, not anything we understand” (somewhat
like Aristotle’s meta-physics and Jarry’s pata-physics). A pure
remainder term. A philosophical dustbin. A void placeholder. And then the
genius Adi Śaṅkara arrived, the Michelangelo of doctrinal
renovation, looked into this empty box and said: “Ah. This is not a dustbin. This is
the precise moment when Indian metaphysics stopped being mystified and
started being industrialised. A
footnote became a foundation. A clerical variable became cosmic capital. What
had been nothing more than “whatever isn’t waking, dreaming or sleeping” was
suddenly promoted to: ·
your real self ·
the ground of the universe ·
the only thing that actually exists ·
and, with commendable efficiency, the solution to
every existential complaint since the Bronze Age. From
there the process is automatic. Step one: “It
cannot be spoken.” Translation:
We have no idea what this is, so please stop asking. Step two: Sit
still. Watch your thoughts. Feel distant. Have a moment of silence. Listen to the Cosmic hum, AUM! This is
like telling people that every time they forget what they were about to say,
they have touched the fabric of spacetime. Step
three: By the
time modern Hinduism inherits the package, turiya, the “Fourth”, is no
longer a hypothesis. It is a non-negotiable furniture item of reality,
on par with gravity, except gravity has the bad taste to work whether or not
you believe in it. And so
here we are: a billion + devout people confidently affirming a concept that
began life as the philosophical equivalent of “miscellaneous.” Green
sheep grazing in Orion would be laughed out of the room. That,
dear reader, is how a civilisation gets built: Not on
truth. Turiya, the ‘Fourth’, as remainder variable |