The cursed beast chased me down the hall until I arrived at the flat rough surface of the ending wall of that horrible basement. He'd been tailing me since breakfast, and by now he was as big as a moose; the biggest god damned capauchin monkey I'd ever seen. And to top it all off, my cell phone was ringing.
I was trapped. THe only thing I could do was claw at the concrete cinder blocks. He loped towards me, waving his hands madly over his head, screaming obscenities in whatever strange monkey language it was that he spoke.
He was 10 feet away now, and yammering insanely, standing firm and staring me down. My face watched in horror, and my hands clawed desperately at the thick blocks. My hands were bloodied, and my mouth was agape.
The wall gave way, I pushed through the membrane, and the monkey vanished into the brimey deep of nothingness.
And as I looked back, terrified that the evil visage would once again present its awful form, and what I saw was not an image, but a place, a present, a stream.
What if there is a star out there for each one of us. What if that star is there solely for the purpose of casting a single stream of life upon a distant blue green planet. What if that stream comes in very strange and elaborate ways, and light is significantly slower than the stream.
For each one of us, a pin prick in the sheen of blackness. A dot poking in from the void. A spherical discharge of being, reflected in 10,000 million worlds. A reactive reflection of ourselves.
The Allegory of the Cave was the first to suggest it.
Stephen Hawkings suggested that there was a 50/50 chance that humans would find a single unifying theory in the next 50 years. He revised that prediction a couple of years back, and started the 50 years over from that point.
I say nerve, because I surmise that the more we understand about the how's, the less we'll know about the why's. It's just going to get more and more complicated as we discern our way to the bottom of this giant stack of turtles.
