Green Bank as recursive, acausal, semi-permeable membrane by now I was melting down, not my usual self it was as if the thousands of bacteria and cells and chemicals that hold me together had decided to relax into something more amorphous for a while, and I could sense the horrible presence that I had been colonized, that many other beings were living within me, like the way a cold settles into the lungs in the monsoon season. I was expiring from lack of oxygen, meanwhile undergoing metamorphosis I thought We may be the last generation to die! God! No! Not me! It's not going to happen to me! On the other hand seems unnatural if you don't. Got to go back to the Green Bank, (-the green bank is another name for the manifold) You want to know about the universe of the Green Bank? It's right outside your door --as close as your back yard. It's not what you think your see. You think you see this house and the spreading of the plants in the garden, but it is really a recursive, acausal, semi-permeable membrane --a stochastic confabulistic topological infindibulum, diagonalizing itself in symmetry adaptation to probability nodes of a multidimensional harmonic/vector space. You enter the Green Bank by dying and becoming part of that "porous killing field where tracking-ingesting and getting-stomped-on rule the day." As you slowly dissolve into the Green Bank you will find a world haunted by the uncanny aspects of fatality and fate ruled by processes and agreements going back to the beginnings of rocks. But what if the universal space/time manifold really is like the backyard, a porous hyper sponge, in which there were pockets of emptiness and strands of conduit filled with the time, gravity, electromagnetism, and other fluids. What if looking up at the night sky we were looking up from under ground into a porous recursive, acausal, semi-permeable membrane, interlaced with strands of 'then' time, and tunnel time?