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Sangreal
Paranoid (IV) Inmate

From: the league of Professional Mop Jockeys
Insane since: Apr 2004

posted posted 08-27-2005 04:25

Read this in a Stephen King novel but I thought it would make a good discussion.

[i]"The universe offers a paradox too great for the finite mind to grasp. As the living brain cannot concieve of a nonliving brain- although it may think it can-the finite mind cannot grasp the infinite.
The prosaic fact of the universe's existence single handedly defeats the pragmatist and the cynic. Although this is a time when mankind has achieved enough technical and scientific prowess to chip a few slpinters from the great stone pillar of reality. Even now, the flase light of science (religion can be added) shines out in only a few developed countries.
Yet, despite a tremendous increase in available facts, there are remarkably few insights. We have conquered diseases, the moon, and almost aging. We have made or discovered a hundred other marvelous baubles. But this wealth of information produces little or no insight. There are no great odes written to the wonders of artificial insemination or to the car-which-moves. Few if any seemed to have grasped the Principle of Reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by nature of research. You see? WWe are now approaching the limits-not of belief, but of comprehension. We face reverse entropy of the soul.

But to be more prosaic:
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size. The child, who is most at home with wonder says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says:The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows.

See? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipdeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with wet weeds to die?

Or one might take the point of a pencil and magnify it. One reaches the poin where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil point is not soli; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. WHat seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravitiation. Shrunk to the correct size, the distances between these atoms might become leagues, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest conclusions to things is one impossibility.

If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you dfind a board fence and signs reading DEAD END? No. You might find something fard and rounded, as a chick must see the egg from the inside. And if you should peck through that shell, what great and torrential light might shine through your hole at the end of space? Might you look through and discover our entire universe is but part of one atom on a blade of grass? Might you be forced to think that by burning a twig yo incinerate an eternity of eternities? That existence rises not to one infinite but to an infinity of them?

Perhaps you saw what place our universe plays in the scheme of things-as an atom in a blade o fgrass. Could it be that everything we can percieve, from the infinitesimal virus to the distant nebula, is conatined in one blade of grass...... a blade that may have existed for only a day or two in an alien time-flow? What if that blade should be cut off by a scythe? When it began to die, would the rot seep into our own universe and our own lives, turning everything yellow and brown and desiccated? Perhaps it's already begun to happen. We say the apocalypse; maybe we really mean that it has begun to dry up.

Think of how small such a concept of things makes us! If a God watches over it all, doe He actually mete out justice for a race of gnats among an infinitude of races of gnats? Does his eye see the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen floating disconnected in the depth of space? And if he does see....what must the nature of such a God be? Where does He live? How is it possible to live beyond infinity?

Imagine the sand of the widest desert and imagine a trillion universes- not worlds but universes- encapsulated in each grain of that desert; and within each universe an infinity of others. We tower over these universes from our pitiful grass vantage point; with one swing of your boot you may knock a billion billion worlds flying off into darkness, in a chain never to be completed.
Size.
Yet, suppose further. Suppose that at all worlds, all universes, met in a single nexus, a single pylon, a tower. A stairway, perhaps to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb those stairs? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality there exists a room.....? Would you open the door?

"When people say 'clean as a whistle' they forget that a whistle is full of spit."

NoJive
Maniac (V) Inmate

From: The Land of one Headlight on.
Insane since: May 2001

posted posted 08-27-2005 08:25
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Would you open the door?

Sure, right after I have another 'shroom.' =)
During the 60's & 70's, this sort of microscopic instrospection for *some* was pretty much standard fair.

Some could be as eloquent as King. Others not so and others yet... even more. And *some* are still there and easily identifiable by the tin plates on their heads. I prefer aluminum foil. =)

Raeubu
Nervous Wreck (II) Inmate

From: Kennewick, WA, USA
Insane since: Aug 2005

posted posted 08-27-2005 12:42

Still it makes you think, and then you realize that whether you think about it or not, it really doesn't matter in any scheme of things. But I guess a good headache is fun every now and then.

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Quidquid Latine Dictum Sit, Altum Viditur ~
Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound

(Edited by Raeubu on 08-27-2005 12:43)

WebShaman
Maniac (V) Mad Scientist

From: Happy Hunting Grounds...
Insane since: Mar 2001

posted posted 08-27-2005 14:21

It is not the end of the road that we live, but the travel itself.

WarMage
Maniac (V) Mad Scientist

From: Rochester, New York, USA
Insane since: May 2000

posted posted 08-27-2005 15:48

Web, that is very true, and many people feel empty when they try to give a final point to their existance, there is no end. With the size of thing there is not one, you have to find your point in the moment and in the journey or you will be forever lost.

Dan @ Code Town

White Hawk
Maniac (V) Inmate

From: zero divided.
Insane since: May 2004

posted posted 08-28-2005 16:33

I was obsessed with that sort of thing when I was a kid. With age came a sense of pointlessness in considering it - until I discovered mind-bending drugs.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzz.....

Sangreal
Paranoid (IV) Inmate

From: the league of Professional Mop Jockeys
Insane since: Apr 2004

posted posted 08-30-2005 04:30

It is rather pointless to take seriously. I mean if you really want to believe that then you would have to consider everybody a mass murderer for merely walking and crushing billions of tiny worlds. You could used it to justify agoraphobia though.

"When people say 'clean as a whistle' they forget that a whistle is full of spit."

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