We all work for them. Lets call them “the men”. There is no escaping the thread that binds our wallets to one place.
As a man hears this, he is filled with anger and makes a vow to be as he sees, fit and free. There is a fit and free aspect to all our existence. It appears as a minute dot in front of us. Taking the shape of bent molecules, they hover in the air as though non-completely “obeying” the laws of this world. Half in half out. There is a very rare occurance of ones that are not uniform. A fit of anger that results in him taking control of his very being, his very essence and core. A commonality that he sees but cannot have forever. Perhaps he sees himself as a recluse, afraid of touching the sun. He gains a perspective that allows him to use technology in the process, an alliance with matter that is indiscernable and yet identifiable when questioned. He finally sees his dot. A quantum dot. The machine allows the dot to be controlled indefinitely, forever.
Well as the first bubble breaks, he falls into the predicament of his seat under his soul. This leading to a sense of wonderment of a new world, allows him to identify a new paradigm within his chronological ignorance. Finally he is with the gods. He is welcome to a party of a few that revel in the maintenance of the heaven and the earth. For they live within it.
He sits on his throne, and contemplates the very nature of his past follies as a tranformation into lessons and a fermentation into success. He wonders, what of me inside this world for my brothers lie under me, for they do not see me unless I will them to. They seek, as if hearing a noise in the dark, a call, a measure of oneself. They heed, they seek, as they feel now.
He ponders, is there not a yin to the yang that is down there? He complies with his logic and instantaneously realises he is not alone. A fellow traveller is before him. A mirror of his self unable to contemplate a specific outcome and yet outcomes emerge that appear contemplated chronologically. How then can he sit there while his brothers are at toil to reach him? Why does he not reach out and welcome his brotherhood to his singleton experience? He pauses.
The traveller confirms his ponderance, while seeking his forgiveness. He realises the traveller is realising what he is realising. He stops. He continues when he realises. He finds no hierarchy in this place. Its being governed by almighty that appears familiar. The God cortex. He begins to rationalise his experience. He has to find a way to release himself to the truth before its too late. Too late for what? Is his fear of returning to the abode he once admired and found no reason to leave it. He presses on to his quest for the truth, asking the other travellers that are no longer appearing to look like travellers for the answers. They shrug him off. They appear bound by their fear of losing their nirvana. He curses them. A dot appears. He realises his time is up.
He wakes up in his bed he sees that his life is not what he remembered. Everything appears now as though it has had its own progress & volition and is doing fine. He feels no need to change anything as he realises that the moment he tries to change his life, the balance is lost for the worse in the long run. He looks up the sky as if to objectise the location of the space he visited. Indeed he has no idea where it was or even what it was. He is left with a message that happiness is to be had, and not to be discovered. The quantum dot is shared to all that wish to explore the heavenly plane with a precept that they are to return as they cant stay there. Forever a traveller.
