Crowley is Schopenhauer become Shaivite.
Bottommost or coremost reality is not a rock, but a river. River is a bad metaphor, because water is weak compared to most other substances. (As an over-time solvent it’s better than most, but by force the essential quiddity is live force now—the kind tested by in collision. We can keep the metaphor
what most people really mean
Portions of matter have become possessed by concern. Their movement has produced concern—self-concern.
What is spreading is a body-snatching nothingness—a way-of-movement is not a thing.
See the tendril grow. Concern is colonizing the Lego box and the Legos are congealing into snakes and growing and moving and ejaculating babies that do the same.
That is the mushroom—a web of tendrils taking over the matter, making it part of the Borg, oozing out into space while eating its matter and making it self.
Anyway, doesn’t the tendril model of life just look like the basic material mode?
This is the real team-with-a-center mentality of a colony organism, the mycelium is:
Good God, there it is, at 00:15 seconds. Space is being colonized in the simplest way. Look—it reminds us of precipitations of crystal from solution (or of the freezing of water). Organization and organization alone is spreading. In the case of crystal formation, what spreads is magnetic attraction overcoming Brownian motion. In the mycelium case, however, it is conscious placement of new neighbor cells externally to their parent in a way that mimics the crystal case. That is insane.
That is insane. Too close to non-life for comfort. Offensively close to inorganic, we feel; to the situation of things falling into place, due to necessity—the necessity magnets falling together to create large shapes that inherit (and magnify) the shapes of the tiny magnets that rigidly fit.
So watch this video and grok our Original Nature. Life was a space colonizer whose first role model was that lame-ass kindergarten one of material extension … crystal formation.
Then at 00:46 seconds, see what is really going on! We are spilling beyond our own boundaries.
First Life was the spilling of selfness outside the self’s spatial-occupational limits.