章節 5: Discerning the Unfathomable
The meditative state is easy to enter for me. I did not feel any need to sleep; I merely required deep concentration for my senses to turn inward.
I 'awoke' in my mindscape. The mindscape appeared as an infinite realm of whiteness, but that did not mean it was empty. With a flash of light, I changed back into my human form as I inspected the place. Wisps of memory, like torn pages in the wind, rained down from the blank sky, twirling all the way. A closer look would show that these 'pages' moved. I spied faces that were blurred and unrecognizable. The color of these memories appears fully bleached, as if filmed on an old motion-picture camera. A low murmur seemed to emanate from the wisps, human speech, but it was just out of range to understand what was being said. I moved to touch one.
My perspective changes, and now I am looking through the eyes of a lab assistant. The memory previously dulled, springs to life as color flows back into the world. Nothing special was happening, the adolescent whose eyes I borrowed was simply undergoing an internship with Dr. Labosky. They were testing toxic waste chemicals on a native species of frog, and then comparing the mortality rate to a control group.
The memory quickly comes to a close, and while this memory didn't hold much importance, it could be a useful method of getting ideas and a broader scientific base. I have an easier time accessing discoveries such as Isaac Newton's laws of motion, both because they are well known and because Isaac Newton was especially focused when he created those laws. They had a significance and drive behind them that allowed me to pull that memory out far easier than others. This manual way will help with the more boring parts, such as devising the scientific experiments themselves if what was being tested wasn't very well known.
I won't be doing so at the moment; the Cosmic Truth is more important. With a little focus, the reason for my escapade appears in front of me. This memory is unlike any of the others. Where the human memories looked like ashen snow drifting from a pale sky, simple yet beautiful in its own way, my memory of the Big Bang brilliantly shines in a myriad of lights. The colors all interweaved together in the middle, leading to a white shine in the center with rainbow colors on the outside. I reach for the memory, and the light intensifies before consuming me.
I again see God, his form tickling the back of my mind now that I can scale my tiny body to billions of times less than a single speck of his own, just before a wave of Empyrean energy washes over me. Time seems to slow. What had before only taken a few moments and moved beyond my comprehension slowed to a near halt. I saw the so-called containers that contained what I believe are blueprints for the universe itself. They were not containers in any traditional sense of the word; indeed, using the term container may be a misnomer. They were more like exponents of a number. A shortened package of information too large to be used in its original state. In computational terms, the data had been compressed by removing redundant information. Ten times ten times ten can easily be changed to ten to the third exponent, take up less space, and still make sense. The issue is that I have to unpack the knowledge.
DNA and computers both have a simplest form of information that encodes every process. A bit for the computers, but scientists can determine what proteins certain DNA segments will have once transcribed to RNA by observing the simplest form of information, the nucleic bases Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine, and Thymidine (Uracil in RNA), and how each trio of these nucleic bases is then translated into amino acids, which are then translated through an enzyme into proteins that provide some use to the body. It is complicated, but definitely possible for human scientists to figure out many codes and artificially make their own proteins or amino acids by manipulating the cell mechanics to undergo synthesis in a way they desire. Bacteria are tricked into creating insulin by encoding the genes for insulin into the bacteria, which the bacteria automatically created as they grew. In the same way mankind learned the language of cells, I wish to learn the language of the fundamental forces of the universe. If I could track how each translation forms something new, I could recreate each effect myself. That's where the issue comes into play; I have no idea what the smallest unit of information is on this metaphysical level.
For instance, the container most attracting my attention looks to me like an eye with an iris composed of triangular fractals. This eye screams incoherently from a mouth that replaced its pupil and moves in an erratic, but patterned way. Its movements blur because of its extreme speed. It is also why I called this a metaphysical level; this is clearly not what is literally happening, but just how I perceive it.
My saving grace comes from my cosmic understanding. If a creature totally dependent on their biological senses tried to understand this, they would be stuck. They would think to themselves, "What does this mean?" and try to create a language for something that had no alphabet.
My cosmic understanding allows me to look past these facets and dig far deeper. It allows me to understand why no man could understand the Godspeak; there is no true translation. Humanity's languages only mean something because they assign meaning to words. The human language is a lie, a lie full of imbued meaning. The meaning itself contains an iota of truth: all animals require sustenance, for instance, but what sustenance is and how it would feel to be hungry are radically different based on species. Some won't ever feel hungry at all!
This Godspeak, however, does have meaning. No! It is meaning itself! Any attempt to translate it through the senses simply dilutes its meaning, as the Truth has now been reduced to interpretations of what is sensed. That's why this container of knowledge is so strange! I am subconsciously translating the objective truth into a subjective interpretation of it and therefore corrupting the meaning. The fractals, the screaming, the eye's movement, and the eye itself are illusions!
With the Power Cosmic at my side, I peel away these illusions to look within and find even more illusions. But I can feel that I am just a hair closer to the truth. Already, my understanding of what this container is has become just a little clearer. I peel another layer; my speed has increased marginally. The feeling of progress is truly intoxicating. The knowledge I need will soon be in my grasp!
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Waluigi_1 So much research went into this chapter. This is the first true dive into the science/magic power of the universe. I hope you guys enjoyed it and if you didn't, please explain why. I do not want to make the same mistakes going here on out. Thank you everyone for reading, I really enjoy seeing comments so don't be shy! 1.1k words.
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