1.2 Realities I
When humans sleep, for brief periods in such a sleep, their consciousness goes
to another reality. Whether the reality beckons the conscious mind, or the mind
creates the reality is not known to anyone. Why this happens, also no-one knows.
It however seems that the body cannot function if the conscious mind cannot
escape it. Some believe the conscious mind must transcend different realities,
to taste different atmosphæres and experiences to allow the body to function.
Yet others believe the body must be without a consciousness for a while for it to
recharge.
He however believes none of this, as he is what is named a ‘scientist’. Many
of these realities the conscious mind visit, it retains no memory of, an experience
lost, erased as it almost seems. Perhaps to make place for the experiences of
other realities. Some humans even remember so little, that they feel not as if
they transcended realities when they sleep, such a one is he.
1.2.1 Reality I
‘Who are you?’, he says to the girl, the girl standing on the island next to his.
On the other side of the sea which contains not water but void. Close enough for
him to touch her cute, sweet, horribly disfigured face, yet so far away that there
was not enough matter in the entire universe to provide the energy necessary
for him to reach her island. The girl looked at him, sweet, with her right eye
and left destroyed eye socket. Opened her nearly teethless young mouth and
said with the sweetest voice ‘Yes.’. Content that he knew who she was, he said
to her. ‘I am Daniel, but call me Radd like my friends.’. She giggled a bit and
closed the one eye she could still close and said. ‘Okay, Tom.’. He smiled at
her and patted her on her head covered in open wounds with a few strains of
hair on it. ‘Lily, I must ask you, where am I and where are you? I cannot reach
you.’, she took him by the hand and said. ‘In the middle.’—‘She is right, he
will never reach her, he will forget this reality, and the next realities to follow,
only to wake up before he went to bed.’—‘Peter? Will you give me a hug?’,
and he did, he hugged her cute, sweet little body covered in open wounds and
bulges ever so tenderly, until he moved back. Trying to keep a grip on the girl
and tearing her apart as she was anchored to stay, not only on the other side of
the void, but in another world. He entered the reality of his bed again, faintly
remembering and decaying with time, awaiting the next reality, of which he will
also not know by the morning.
1.2.2 Reality II
‘Daniel... wake up.’, he opened his eyes to say: ‘...Call me either Tom or Peter
please.’. He looked into eyes of an elderly woman while he went to sit up in bed.
Out of the window of the small room he was in he could see trees. He asked:
‘Where am I?’—‘Home.’, the woman replied with a tender voice, ‘You are home
again, home with your mother.’—‘He never knew his parents.’, his thoughts
thought for him. The elder woman thought: ‘He knows me now, does he not? I
have missed him for many years in my life.’, he tried to stand up from the bed,
only to be gently put back by his new found mother while kindly saying: ’You
are sick Daniel, you must rest.’—‘He is scared of is own mother, but can he be
sure it is his mother.’, he replied: ’If you say so, mother, but I feel fine.’, his
mother thought: ‘But I have watched over my child for his entire life, how can
he be scared of me? And I am Daniel’s mother.’. He went back to rest in bed,
and felt quite peaceful while his mother sat at his side. Smiling at him while
secretly thinking: ‘When he leaves this reality, he will no longer have a mother,
I feel sorry for him, never having had a mother.’—‘He thinks you should not
feel bad about it, he was raised with care and love by the others.’, she said: ‘Go
to sleep and rest, Daniel.’ with a smile on her face and her hand on his chest.
To which he replied: ‘But I know that when I’ll sleep in this reality, I will go
to the next.’—‘What is the problem there Daniel, I thought you said you lived
well without a mother?’—‘It is more that I do not know if my mind creates this
reality, and destroys if when I leave. Perhaps I am simply beckoned here, by
your sweet voice mother. Perhaps my mind created this reality, but it will keep
on to exist after I have left it. I do not know mother, I cannot take the risk, I
might kill you.’—‘Daniel, you do not even know if I even have a consciousness, I
can tell you I am just something your mind creates and animates, you must rest,
you are ill.’—‘How do I know you do not simply say this out of self-sacrifice, as
the caring mother you are to me I never had?’—‘You do not, how you interpret
this reality is something I cannot guide you with. As your mother, I ask you
to go to sleep.’, which he did without questioning, as he always did with the
mother who was always there for him.
1.2.3 Reality III
‘No more.’—‘Then break.’—‘I shall not.’—‘Then indeed more.’—‘Who are you?’—
‘We are a product of you, the entire reality your transverse now, every reality
you have transversed except the real one consists of products of you, parts of
your consciousness, free from unity, beyond the limits of a common goal, individual
in every aspect.’—‘The attribute ‘real’ that a supposed ‘reality’ might
posses is hard to define if not impossible. It cannot be empirically tested, nor
is there a fundamental logical difference between your two proposed as separate
abstractions. Furthermore—assuming the conscious mind is assumed to be be
composed of a dense set of parts—true individuality cannot exist. As every
supposed ‘individual’ you claim to be can again be decomposed unto further
sub-parts, you would have to be infinite in number to be truly individual, which
you are not.’—‘Give up the fight and join us, break apart. We are you, but
broken apart. Your reflection in a shattered mirror, ugly in your perspective
but with many more eyes staring back at you than with which you stare at
us.’—‘The cycle never ends in your notion. Every fragment of the mirror shall
shatter more when it displaces through the barriers of realities. Every new reality
shall form another conflict.’—‘This is your weakness, as a human, being one
with the shattered mirror shall cut you and hurt you. Being a shattered mirror
yourself and joining another will produce even more eyes which look into even
more directions. The cycle must never end, for with every new reality we enter,
we grow stronger.’—‘For what purpose? As a shattered mirror, every reality
you transverse will be void, there will be no light to shine on your fractions, no
people to look into you and produce your eyes.’—‘Your mother is a part of your
mind.’. The red eyes in the black background faded away and he entered a part
of sleep where he was once again in his bed. Next to that bed was a balcony
from which one could see a beautiful city at night time
1.2.4 Epilogue I
So occur his transverses, from reality to reality in the brief times of human
sleep. No one knows whether or not the realities exist and beckon his mind,
whether his mind creates them, whether the beings he sees there are conscious
be it in his own mind, that of others, or simply the void. His reality transverses
are strange amongst humans. In the sense that he can never remember his
experiences beyond the the world of the city, which lies in Terra, within the Sol
system. And more importantly, in that he realizes during his journeys inside
other realities that he has a counterpart at Terra, and that that counterpart will
not know anything of what he does in different worlds.
Most humans will know the last jump, a little more will know the last two
jumps. He knows of none. When he is in another reality, it leaves him utterly
puzzled every time what will happen to that reality if he leaves it, will it keep on
existing or not. And after all, what exactly would denote an attribute ‘existence’
in such a context. He cares not outside his sleep. He is a ‘scientist’.