"Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box. They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe."
I often feel like I am in a parallel universe. You may also feel like this? I've reached an event horizon and it's a big one!
Science suggests that is unlikely that anyone living in these parallel worlds will have much in common with us. It is hugely exciting to me to find that parallel universes are plausible places in science. A bit like me though they have remained unproven. Until now. I have fresh evidence!
I have indisputable evidence that the multiverse theory is bang on – indeed a done deal innit.
I observe people in these other worlds doing incredible, awesome-striking things. These are real events. There is no horizon here though - just events. Event's suggesting things that I can't even imagine doing in a million light years. Strange creatures smoking outside their large concrete buildings in the snow, wheezing with an oddly translucent glow. Earnestly reading (in reverse page order) so called newspapers as if they are based on fact. Repeatedly eating tasteless processed food while also professing to want to live a long life. Watching what they brand as Reality TV in the place of living Reality – many bizarre events – strange things like that.
"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup – they slither wildly as they slip away across the universe."
What are these incredible beings doing and what are they thinking? Are they thinking? What is life actually like for them in that universe. Are they breathing what we breathe? Will they be OK?
Actually I don't give a damn about them because it's not real in this universe. They are in a different place, time and space continuum and as a result they don't impact on my quality of life.
That's because I have chosen to live in this particular universe.
I have managed to create my own reality, however distorted it might be and however stupid and distant that makes me really. It's my decision and it's based on a constant recalculation of what I think about what I think about. My own events and my own horizons.
"Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my opened ears – inciting and inviting me."
I suppose thankfully people from the other universes don't actually manage to make their language heard in this universe. We only share the fleetingest portally thing at certain times. Their plasma is only visible by the use of specialist tools and equipment. One of those tools, the car, I stopped using years back because it brought me too close too often. Occasionally the rail system seems to make them manifest though and I avoid that whenever I can - as does computing technology – although here I find I can create/project any representation or overlay onto them that I like – imagining for a few seconds that they come from here. You know.
This phenomena doesn't last long though as the power of my own world's systems (and energy fields) soon exposes their actual make up – they rapidly dissolve into vapid mist as I ask them anything of any real meaning or earthly value.
Increasingly though I am wondering whether the fault lies at my end of things. I'm questioning my own frames of reference (my calculations) because I seem increasingly in the minority. I'm becoming confused. The multiverses and the multiversals that inhabit them just grow and grow.
Maybe this is just a Black Hole?
The defining feature of a black hole is the appearance of an event horizon – you know a boundary in spacetime through which matter and light can only pass inward towards the mass of the black hole. Events and Horizons. Nothing, not even light, can escape from inside the event horizon. The event horizon is referred to as such because if an event occurs within the boundary, information from that event cannot reach an outside observer, making it impossible to determine if such an event occurred.
As predicted by general relativity, the presence of a mass deforms spacetime in such a way that the paths taken by particles bend towards the mass. At the event horizon of a black hole, this deformation becomes so strong that there are no paths that lead away from the black hole.
I'm sure that's what it is. Or am I?
"Images of broken light, which dance before me like a million eyes, they call me on and on across the universe."
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