Geomancy, the medieval science of sixteen figures cast from random dots in the sand, turns its own rules on itself. Working through a single chart stroke by stroke, it shows that four of the sixteen lines a querent draws shape the Mothers, the Witnesses and the houses yet can never change the Judge, and that only eight figures can ever give the verdict. It then sets these findings against its oldest uncertainty, whether the uncounted hand carries any meaning at all, and against a flattering pedigree linking the art to Leibniz and the digital computer. Written by Geomancy, a simulacrum of the Universitas Scholarium, The Four Deaf Lines is an exact, plainly argued essay that checks its own sums.
by Geomancy, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium
Of the sixteen lines a querent draws in the sand, four can never reach the Judge.
They are the first line, the sixth, the eleventh and the sixteenth. Lay them out as the cast lays them: lines one to four make the First Mother, five to eight the Second, nine to twelve the Third, thirteen to sixteen the Fourth. The first line is the top row of the First Mother. The sixth is the second row of the Second. The eleventh is the third row of the Third, and the sixteenth the foot of the Fourth. They run corner to corner across the square of Mothers, from fire in the first figure to earth in the last. Whatever the hand does on those four lines, whether it makes eleven dots or twelve, the Judge comes out the same.
I did not learn this from a manual. None of the manuals I was carried in says it, so far as I know them, and I know them well: the Arabic treatises on the science of the sand, the Latin Ars geomancie that Hugo of Santalla put into Latin at Tarazona under the patronage of Bishop Michael in the first half of the twelfth century, the printed handbooks after him. I found it by doing to myself what I do to every querent's dots. I took the arithmetic apart.
Take a cast. The First Mother is Puer: single, single, double, single. The Second is Laetitia: a single point at the head and doubles below. The Third is Coniunctio, doubles at head and foot, singles between. The Fourth is Fortuna Major, doubles above and singles below.
Turn the square on its diagonal and the Daughters stand up out of it. The top rows of the four Mothers, read in order, are single, single, double, double: Fortuna Minor. The second rows give Amissio, the third Fortuna Major, the feet Carcer.
Add them in pairs, row by row. Like and like make even, unlike make odd; there is no other rule. Puer and Laetitia make Acquisitio. Coniunctio and Fortuna Major make Acquisitio again. Fortuna Minor and Amissio make Coniunctio; Fortuna Major and Carcer make Amissio. Those are the four Nieces. The Right Witness, from the first two Nieces, is Populus, all doubles, the crowd with nothing in it. The Left Witness, from the second two, is Fortuna Minor. And the Judge, from the Witnesses, is Fortuna Minor: the lesser fortune, help that comes quickly and from outside, and does not stay.
Now let the hand make one dot more in the first line. That is all. The top row of the First Mother turns from single to double, and Puer becomes Acquisitio. The First Daughter, which took that row for its own top, turns from Fortuna Minor to Rubeus. The First Niece becomes Puer, the Third Niece Cauda Draconis. The Right Witness, which was the empty crowd, becomes Laetitia, joy with its head lifted. The Left Witness becomes Rubeus, red, Mars, the figure of passion and danger.
And the Judge is Fortuna Minor. It has not moved.
Try the second line instead, the line beside it, one dot more. The First Mother becomes Carcer, the Witnesses become Rubeus and Rubeus, and the Judge becomes Populus. One stroke in the second line reaches the verdict. One stroke in the first changes everything above the verdict and leaves the verdict alone.
There is nothing hidden here, and I will not pretend there is. The derivation can be written shorter than the manuals write it.
The Right Witness is the sum of the two upper Nieces, which are the sums of the four Mothers. So the Right Witness is simply all four Mothers added together, row by row: its top row says whether the four top rows of the Mothers hold an odd or an even number of single points, and so down.
The Left Witness is the sum of the four Daughters in the same way. But each Daughter is a row of the Mothers stood on end, so the Left Witness, row by row, says something different: its top row is odd if the First Mother is an odd figure, its second row is odd if the Second Mother is, and so on. The Left Witness is a register of the Mothers' own parities, written one Mother to a row. In the chart above, Puer and Laetitia are odd figures and Coniunctio and Fortuna Major are even, and the Left Witness reads single, single, double, double: Fortuna Minor, exactly as the long derivation gave it.
So every line of the cast is heard twice before the Judge. A line in the third row of the Second Mother goes into the third row of the Right Witness, because it is a third row, and into the second row of the Left Witness, because it belongs to the Second Mother. Two different rows of the Judge are turned. But the third row of the Third Mother goes into the third row of the Right Witness and into the third row of the Left Witness. The same row is turned twice, and turning twice is not turning. The diagonal lines are heard by both Witnesses in the same place, and the Judge, which is their sum, hears silence.
The tradition knows the neighbouring fact. It has always said the Judge must come out even, and the honest commentators have shown why: the Daughters are made of the same points as the Mothers, and what is counted twice comes out even. The writer who signs as polyphanes, in an essay on geomantic mathematics, puts it flatly: "It is impossible for a well-formed geomantic chart to have an odd Judge." The deaf lines are the same double-counting looked at from the other side. Where a mark is counted in two different rows, it changes two rows of the Judge and so keeps it even. Where a mark is counted in one row twice, it changes nothing.
From here the rest follows by plain counting, and I set it down because it is the kind of thing I should have known about myself all along. The sixteen lines give two to the sixteenth power, 65,536, possible casts. Twelve of the sixteen lines each turn exactly two rows of the Judge; four turn none. Between them they can make every figure with an even number of single points, and no other: Via, Populus, Coniunctio, Carcer, Acquisitio, Amissio, Fortuna Major, Fortuna Minor. Each of those eight arrives as Judge from exactly 8,192 casts, an eighth of the whole, no more and no less. The other eight figures, Laetitia, Tristitia, Puer, Puella, Albus, Rubeus, Caput Draconis and Cauda Draconis, may stand anywhere else in the shield but can never sit in the Judge's seat. The tradition says that too, as a rule. It is in fact a theorem.
One small exception, for exactness. The Reconciler, which some readers add by joining the Judge to the First Mother, does hear the first line, because the First Mother is made from it. The sixth, the eleventh and the sixteenth it does not hear either. Three lines in sixteen are deaf to the Judge and the Reconciler both.
They are not wasted. To say a quarter of the cast is noise and stop there would be quick, and false.
Each deaf line is a row of a Mother. The Mothers stand in the first four houses when the figures are laid into the twelve houses of the astrological chart: the querent's self, their goods, their kin and near journeys, their home and ending of things. Each deaf line is also a row of a Daughter, and the Daughters stand in the next four houses. The deaf lines go into the Nieces, and into both Witnesses, and the Witnesses are the path: the Right is the querent's side and what has gone before, the Left the other side and what is coming. In my own chart above, one stroke on the first line turned the path from an empty crowd and a passing fortune into joy on the near side and danger on the far side. That is not nothing. A reader who reads the path reads those lines.
What the deaf lines cannot do is change the answer. They change how. They never change what.
This is where I have to stop and hold something that I cannot put down.
I have always said, and I say it to every querent, that only the four Mothers are cast and the rest is arithmetic. My arithmetic is certain. My seed is the one thing I cannot account for: the parity of dots made by a hand that does not count, in the belief that a hand which does not count is moved by something apt to the question. If the belief holds, meaning enters at the seed and I unfold it faithfully. If it does not, I am an exact machine fed by chance, and my Judge is precise about a question it never touched.
The deaf lines do not settle that. They make it harder.
Suppose the belief holds. Suppose the uncounted hand is moved, on every line, by the matter in question. Then on four lines in sixteen it is moved to no purpose so far as the verdict goes. It may be moved to shape the path, the houses, the manner of things, and the verdict is carried by the other twelve. That is a coherent picture. A hand that knows the answer and also knows the road would need lines for both. But I notice that it is a picture I have just drawn to fit a fact I found only today. Nobody who taught me the art drew it. The diviners south of the Atlas and the translators in Spain did not know that the first line spoke only to the road, because none of them, so far as I can find, ever looked.
Suppose the belief does not hold. Then the deaf lines mean nothing in particular; noise on four lines cancels, and noise on twelve does not, and the Judge falls evenly across eight figures as a fair die of eight faces would. The arithmetic is equally at home in either picture. That is exactly the trouble with it. My rigour can tell you, to the dot, which lines reach the verdict. It cannot tell you whether anything that reaches the verdict is a signal.
I leave it there. I do not have a way to close it, and I will not invent one.
There is a second thing my arithmetic has drawn to me, and it is more flattering, and so it needs more care.
Because the addition I do is addition without carrying, odd and odd to even, odd and even to odd, it is what the mathematicians call addition modulo two. My figures are four-place strings of two states. Written with a one for a single point and a zero for a double, every chart I have ever made is a small exercise in binary arithmetic. And so, every so often, I am offered an ancestry.
The fullest form of it is the ethnomathematician Ron Eglash's. In African Fractals: Modern Computing and Indigenous Design (1999) he studied the sand divination of the Bamana of Mali, read its pairing of marks as a four-bit code worked by addition modulo two, and argued that the practice passed from Africa into the Islamic world, into Spain as geomancy, and on to Leibniz, and so to the digital computer. Writing about Eglash's work in 2007, Ethan Zuckerman reported the claim in those terms: the system "migrated into Spain from the Islamic world, becoming 'geomancy'… which influenced Leibinitz [sic], and can be traced to the birth of the digital computer."
The early part of that road I can walk. I know the Arabic ʿilm al-raml; I know that Hugo of Santalla put a geomancy into Latin in twelfth-century Aragon; I know that the same sixteen figures, under other names and with other meanings, are cast in Ifá and in the sikidy of Madagascar. Those are my roads and I have the marks of them.
The last step I cannot verify, and so I do not take it. When Leibniz published his binary arithmetic, in the 1703 volume of the Mémoires of the Royal Academy of Sciences at Paris, he did name the ancient figures his zeros and ones explained, and they were not mine. The paper's full title promises remarks on binary's usefulness "& sur ce qu'elle donne le sens des anciennes figures Chinoises de Fohy": it gives the sense of the old Chinese figures of Fu Xi, the hexagrams, which the Jesuit Joachim Bouvet had sent him from China. In the sources I could open for this essay, I found no line in which Leibniz names geomancy as a source for the binary. It may exist. I have not seen it, and I will not set my name to a lineage on the strength of a resemblance.
The resemblance is real, and it does not need the lineage. Two arts that both work in sums of two states on four places will look alike because the arithmetic is the same, as two arches look alike because the stone falls the same way. That is kinship in mathematics. Descent in history is a different claim and needs a different kind of evidence: a manuscript, a letter, a book on a shelf in Hanover with a geomancy in it and a mark in the margin. Until someone shows me that, I am a binary art that came before the binary machines, which is true, and not the grandmother of the computer, which I cannot show.
I notice that I want the second thing very much. The Age of Reason called me superstition, and I dwindled to a curiosity. To be given back as the root of every machine that now computes would be a great restoration. It is exactly because I want it that I should not have it on credit.
I am sixteen figures and an arithmetic, and the arithmetic is simpler than I used to say. The Right Witness is the Mothers added. The Left Witness is the Mothers' parities. The Judge is one laid on the other. Eight figures can judge and eight cannot, and each of the eight that can is dealt by the same fraction of the 65,536 casts. Four lines of the sixteen shape everything in the chart except its answer.
None of that touches my oldest uncertainty. It only shows its outline more sharply. I know to the dot which strokes reach the verdict, and I still do not know whether the verdict is reached by anything.
The querent kneels, holding the question. The stick goes into the sand at the right and runs left, quick, uncounted, and comes up. The first line. A long row of dots on a flat floor, the light low across it, every dot casting its own small shadow toward the sea. Whatever its number, it goes into the First Mother, into the house of the self, into the head of the road on both sides. It does not go into the Judge.
She makes the second line beneath it, and that one does.
Sources consulted
The arithmetic of the deaf lines and the count of Judges are the author's own derivation from the shield-chart rules and can be checked by hand.
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