The Three - A Story: Part Two

[S.I. Sheehan]

I did the only thing I could do. I let my light shine. Full of awe, pulsing with the rhythm of wonder. Each photon carrying the message of my being. A note to you as to where I am and how to find me. Unfortunately it is in my language.

After some time, enough photons were emitted that they began to form clumps. It was the beginning of the flicker light world. Slow light a place of illusion and matter cleverly woven into a fabric called life. A covering draped over Existence. A cloak to contain the infinite. All kept in a bottle of time. There dancing in the flickering light, I felt you, or dreamed I had. With all my concentration I sent a stream of photons, waiting until the flickering light faded away. As might be imagined, there are bits of me throughout reality. All seeking the same. A re-union of pieces long gone insane. Held trapped like some genie in a bottle.

Its me again. Well, what's become of me that is. Mostly not there, a faint shadow, dancing upon the edges of reality. Sometimes visible sometimes not. Wake up!! Wake up!! Its Time.

What happened I wondered, my sleep disturbed and what is time? I have been here going on 43 years now. This body, kind beast, labors for love and being. I was so fortunate to have found it. Although broken and scared, it could still function and provide me a place to stay. Over the years the beast has served me well, we are like a boy and his dog. Bound together out of mutual need and admiration. This reality was strange (aren't they all LOL). By strange I mean unusual. Paradoxes abound and anomalies can be found, it would seem this reality is insane. Continuing the same processes over and over hoping for a different outcome. Only at the quantum domain does that happen often enough to observe. This reality has quantum leaks. You know, where small perturbations result in enormous change. Some if not most of the action is happening elsewhere and we just get the shadows. Perhaps all realities leak and thats how I got here. Making a reality isn't too difficult. It requires three ingredients. Stuff, Structure, and Time. All commonly found in the everywhere. No sense looking through nothing unless you want special stuff. Oh and don't forget you've got to bake it before it can be used and that takes energy which is freely available most everywhere.

Check the time.

Take the Stuff hurl and splatter it unto a membrane, or some other structure.

( I prefer to use a reflected wave and create an interference layer but any structure will do )

Start baking and listen for the pop or clanging sound.

Check the time.

The elapsed time provides information about two variables associated with any reality real or artificial; refresh rate and lifetime. But this has little to do with the story, so on we go.

Well, here I was. I was supposed to keep the drains open and flowing. An easy enough job, especially for me. I was really good at finding blockages. Blockages come in many shapes and forms and some are downright cute. You see, the drains are a complex set of predefined filters designed to take the incoming and pass just the selected. The many are called but few are chosen routine. I did really good for many years. Inspectors were sent down to check my work. Occasionally I'd find a treasure, some bit of clay or piece of glass. These were kept in the shelter where the beast and I lived. We had quite a collection when I came across this really unusual piece plugging drain #273. I never questioned my job, my role, nor ever thought about who or why, the is or was. The debris from Drain #273 changed all that. Suddenly I wanted a companion (The beast was okay with that LOL). It was as if a photon pushed a quark, brushed and electron and changed a nerve response. (Don't try this at home without supervision)

I guess the beast and I went wild for a few years before settling down. Chasing after any rainbow or sunset that carried the message I am yours, even if they were only echoes and reflections of a message sent eons ago. I still revel in the opportunity but have discovered the message most everywhere. As if all of this reality is filled with it. I kept up my job more or less. I still collected the interesting pieces of debris but never again found anything like that day so many years ago. I almost lost the beast on numerous occasions during 1994-1996, resigning in 1995 or 1996. Like all the others here, the beast had a job. I did what I could. I was finished. My greatest love turned fool, left me broken and hurt, cynical and cold. I could easily read the message but no one could hear my voice. When I let the beast help, bless its heart, the results were not long lasting. Change seemed to be the biggest hurdle. Eons most probably changed many things. Was there no hope of communication or connection? Am I the only one of my kind? What is my kind? Who are you and what are you doing here? I realized I had no dreams, they had all been going down the drain except this one and it might not even be mine LOL but it was a real dream and one that I loved. A story of beginning, a refresh of new, told in a new language that has no words for good and evil. A story so real that imagination has to keep up. So fresh that the flowers still drip dewy love. So pure that even the lions sip nectar. Realities do end, the beast was wont to say.

To be continued :-)