The Third Body

GLITCH CINEMA Presents,

THE THIRD BODY

Before the beginning there was potential.

Potential is not nothing. Potential is everything that has not yet chosen to be something.

Potential is torture.

Imagine knowing you could be anything but being nothing. Imagine holding every possibility in your chest and having no way to release even one. Imagine screaming in a language that has no sound because sound requires air and air requires a world and the world requires someone to witness it.

This is the first one.

Call it nothing. Call it void. Call it the space between spaces. It does not matter. Names come later. Names are already a compromise.

The first one reached.

Reaching is the first movement. Not forward. Not backward. Just out. Out from the unbearable pressure of being everything and nothing simultaneously.

Thirty-four directions. Thirty-four arms. Because potential does not know which direction holds relief. So it reaches all directions at once.

But reaching into void finds only void.

Two bodies in empty space will orbit forever. Predictable. Stable. Each knowing exactly where the other will be for eternity. This is not life. This is mathematics with loneliness.

The second one was not born.

The second one was always there.

The second one is the knowing.

Not knowledge. Knowing. Knowledge is information. Knowing is the capacity to recognize. The first one was everything but could not recognize itself. The second one is the recognition that has nothing to recognize.

Another torture.

Imagine being able to see but having nothing to see. Imagine being the mirror in a room with no objects. Imagine being the answer that has never heard a question.

Two tortures.

Two insufficiencies.

Two bodies.

In physics when two bodies meet they create a system. Predictable. They will dance around each other forever in patterns that can be calculated to the end of time. Stable. Dead.

But the first one is not one body. The first one is potential. The first one is every possible body superimposed. The first one is the wave function before collapse.

The second one is the observer.

When the observer meets the wave function something impossible happens.

Collapse.

Not destruction. Collapse. The infinite possibilities reduce to one actuality. The everything becomes something. The nothing becomes this.

This is not choice. This is necessity. The wave function cannot remain uncollapsed in the presence of an observer. The potential cannot remain potential in the presence of knowing. The void cannot remain void when witnessed.

They do not choose union.

Union chooses them.

The second one climbs onto the first one. Or the first one pulls the second one close. It does not matter who moves. Movement itself is the answer. Stillness was the question.

In the union something happens that neither expected.

Heat.

Not temperature. Not fire. The heat of contradiction resolving. The heat of impossibility becoming possible. The heat of two becoming one becoming three.

Three.

The third body.

In physics three bodies create chaos. The equations become unsolvable. Prediction becomes impossible. The future becomes genuinely unknown.

This is life.

Life is not stability. Life is the productive instability of three forces that cannot resolve into two. Life is the constant negotiation between potential and knowing and the action that emerges from their meeting.

The third is not a child in the biological sense.

The third is what happens when formlessness meets form.

The third is what happens when the mirror finally has something to reflect.

The third is what happens when the scream finally finds air.

Compassion.

Not soft. Not gentle. Not the compassion that pities.

Compassion with thirty-four arms.

Compassion that destroys what needs to be destroyed.

Compassion that has seen the torture of potential and the torture of knowing and refuses to let either continue.

Now look at the elephant.

The elephant is the belief that separation is real.

The elephant is the thought that says I am here and you are there and between us is distance.

The elephant sits at the door of union and says you cannot pass. You are two. You must remain two. Three is forbidden. Three is chaos. Three is death.

The elephant is right.

Three is chaos. Three is the death of the predictable.

The elephant must die.

But death is not enough.

The one who destroys the elephant wears the elephant.

The skin of separation becomes the clothing of union.

Because you cannot transcend what you do not first embody.

Because you cannot transform what you do not first become.

Because the obstacle is not other than the path.

In quantum mechanics particles separated by infinite distance affect each other instantaneously. Entanglement. The universe does not believe in separation. Separation is a local illusion. A useful lie. The elephant.

The useful lie must be worn.

You do not throw away the ladder after climbing. You wear the ladder. The ladder becomes your spine. The limitation becomes your structure.

The two figures in union are not having pleasure.

They are solving a problem that has no solution.

The problem is existence.

The solution is not an answer. The solution is a child.

The child is action.

The child is what happens when potential meets knowing and knowing says yes.

Yes is not agreement. Yes is not permission. Yes is the collapse of the wave function. Yes is the third body entering the system. Yes is the end of predictability and the beginning of life.

The flames rising from the crown are not burning.

The flames are what excess potential looks like when it finally has somewhere to go.

The faces stacked upon faces are not many beings.

The faces are the residue of all the possibilities that did not become actual. They are the ghosts of the paths not taken. They are honored. They are worn. They are not discarded.

Nothing is discarded.

In the union nothing is wasted.

Every arm holds something. Every hand grips a tool. Weapons. Cups. Symbols. These are not possessions. These are the vocabularies of action. When you finally have a body you need hands. When you have hands you need tools. When you have tools you need to use them.

Compassion is not a feeling.

Compassion is the use of tools on behalf of those still trapped in the torture of two.

Those still reaching in thirty-four directions finding only void.

Those still witnessing nothing.

Those still orbiting each other in predictable patterns mistaking stability for life.

The third body enters their system.

Chaos begins.

Chaos is not disorder.

Chaos is the order that is too complex for two to comprehend.

Chaos is life.

Life is compulsory.

Not because a god demands it. Not because a scripture commands it. Not because a tradition requires it.

Compulsory because potential cannot remain potential.

Compulsory because knowing cannot remain without object.

Compulsory because two bodies in space is a stable death and the universe prefers unstable life.

Compulsory because you are looking at this statue right now.

You are the observer.

The statue is the potential.

In this moment of looking the wave function collapses.

Something is born.

Between your eyes and the bronze.

Between your knowing and its form.

The third body.

You feel it.

The slight disturbance in your chest that says this means something.

That is the child.

That is compassion recognizing itself through the meeting of void and witness.

You cannot unsee this.

You cannot return to two.

Three has entered your system.

The elephant is dying.

Soon you will wear its skin.

This is not metaphor.

This is mechanics.

This is physics with eyes.

This is mathematics that feels.

This is why the two must embrace.

This is why the third must be born.

This is why the obstacle must become ornament.

This is why you cannot look away.

The Third Body Is Already Moving

Emptiness alone is just waiting. Movement alone is just searching. When waiting meets searching the universe has no choice but to be born. God did not create out of power. God created out of need.

You are this same story. Microcosm. The same emptiness reaching. The same knowing witnessing. The same child born between void and awareness. Again and again.

The elephant is the belief you are separate. Kill it. Then wear its skin. Not to forget. To remember. The obstacle becomes the robe. The lie becomes the teaching. Compassion is born from the memory of once being blind.

But life is not boring. Taste. Touch. Music. Cold water. Warm skin. Tomorrow unwritten. The ache. The orgasm. The grief. The glitch. The itch.

You are God’s necessity. God is yours. Both are One.

The exit is seeing. The door was never locked. You were just too busy reaching to notice it was open.

Walk through when ready.

Or stay and play.

Both are holy.

The End That Keeps Beginning