Perfecting Space-Time in my Spare-Time part 2
In my previous "scripture" - if you'll allow me this little idiosyncrasy - I
expressed my deep worries about the nature of my existence and my fear of having
in some way altered the nature of reality in possibly harmful ways. During the
past few weeks I have come to ponder on this point of view time and time again.
Slowly little pieces began to fit together. In a way a gestalt was created,
a new way to see life, existence and even the very fabric of reality itself.
I believe now that I was incorrect when I stated I was changing circumstances
in the space-time continuum. In a way everyone does that, constantly; but not
to the degree that I thought possible.
My inner worries were created, it now seems, by the slow emergence of my true
perception of myself. (And, coinciding with that, my perception of reality.)
This is how it happened:
Some time ago I was worried by the apparent gaps in my memory. At that time
I did not think myself crazy, nor do I now. The gaps were periods in which I
transversed into this reality. The one I inhabit now, I mean. Not the one in
which you are reading this.
You are indeed curious creatures. In fact you are so tremendously alien to me
I find it difficult to believe I once lived in your reality. Of course I didn't
really live amongst you. I was always right here. Being treated. Insanity (or
unsanity) is rare among us, yet we know how to treat it. The process is slow
and very unpleasant for the victim of insanity. Certainly in the beginning the
victim fails to understand, not only this reality, but also the reality in which
he formerly "lived".
The pseudo-realities (as they are called) into which the insane retreat are
varied. Only the really ill imagine themselves to be part of a terrestrial (that
is: land-based) intelligent society. The idea of a land dwelling intelligence
is purely revolting to me now. We know on an intellectual basis this is not
possible. Cravity precludes any landliving creature developing the extra brain
capacity needed to evolve a neural system big enough to let its thoughts roam
free on the path to intelligence. (Please allow me these poetic words.) Only
immersed in water can this process take place.
These concepts must seem strange to you. Perhaps stranger than you appear to
But let me tell you, however briefly, something about us. We are a species closely
resembling your octopus. Like them, we have eight tentacles and two eyes which
closely resemble theirs. We have cities like you , only deep in the sea, floating.
In fact the contact with earth or soil has become repugnant to us. How sick
I must have been, indeed. Our societies resemble each other also rather closely.
We have adopted after thousands of years a community based on science, rationality
and technology. However, our political ideologies differ greatly. So much so,
in fact, that I find it difficult to explain it adequately in semantic symbols
you would recognise as meaningful.
I'II just cut it short by saying we do not vote for any one person or political
party. We are above such things, in fact the concept of voting for personalities
and ideas are alien to us. We are, I think, more of one mind than you are, but
as you are only the figment of a deranged imagination, there should be no surprise
in this. Also the concept of war sickens us. So much so, in fact, that some
of my "healers" were forced to retire early when they realized I had retreated
into a warring society.
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