Ancient history always sounds quaint, old victories preordained, but I try to convey some sense of how long and hard their ancestors struggled to learn everything they now take for granted: that law and morality, physics and metaphysics, space and time, pleasure, love, meaning … are all the burden of the participants. There are no immovable centers, dispensing absolutes like manna: no God, no Gaia, no beneficent rulers. No reality but the universe explained into being. No purpose to life unless we create it, together or alone.

Someone asks about the turmoil in the days after Aleph.

I say, “Everyone found the truth hard to swallow. Orthodox scientists – because the TOE had turned out to be grounded in nothing but its own explanatory powers. The Ignorance Cults – because even the participatory universe, the most subjective reality possible, was no synthesis of their favorite myths – which could never have created anything – but the product of universal scientific understanding of what coexistence really meant. Even the Anthrocosmologists turned out to have been wrong; they’d been so obsessed with the idea of a single Keystone that they’d barely considered the possibility that everyone, equally, could play that role. They’d missed the most stable, and symmetrical, solution: where every mind obeys the TOE – but it takes all of them, together, to create it.”

One astute listener sees that I’m dodging the issue – a child I would have called “human”, in the days before the H-word exploded and it was finally understood: the TOE is all we have in common .

“Most people weren’t scientists, cultists, or Anthrocosmologists – were they? They had no stake in these ideas. So why were they so sad?”

Sad. There were nine million suicides. Nine million people we could not hold up, when all illusions of solidity vanished. And I’m still not certain that there was no other way – that I found the only possible bridge into the Information Cosmos. If I’d let myself descend into the madness of Distress, would someone else have asked a different last question, and found another way through?

No one has accused me, no one has judged me. I’ve never been damned as a criminal, or hailed as a savior. The idea that a single Keystone could ever have explained ten billion people into existence is absurd, now. In retrospect, Distress is seen as no different from the naïve illusion that every galaxy is rushing away from us – when in truth, there is not, and cannot be, any center at all.

I talk haltingly about Lamont’s Area. “It made people think that they knew each other, and could speak for each other, understand each other – much more than they really could. Some of you might still have it in your brain – but in the face of the evidence, now, it’s easy to ignore.”