Floating indeterminately through ever expanding space, we drifted through intricate chaos and macroscopic probabilities.
Quantum causalities ended up in a temporary state of zero-ness.
That and the inevitable contact.
It was sort of like Mind meets Matter - and when no one was watching - what mattered met the Mind.
At this point all human evolution appeared to be for the manifestation of some sort of a message, that would eventually intersect with the messages from neighboring dimensions.
First contact is bound to change it all - that we are not alone.
What it could mean, as far as we know, is that the tree of life will expand beyond our times.
Times and Space of course. The heads and tails of the perpetually flipped coin, snaking through the abyss of chance and fate.
If the cards are played right we might even see beyond our humble insignificance in the cosmic pattern of reality.
Human history would then profess the eventualities of an extremely unpredictable phase in time.
These moments will never feel the same.
Who will we pray to then?
To whom will we honestly tell?
Absolutely nothing could collapse onto the imagination of this scene.
For a long time history will happen and we will happen with it.
But there is bound to be a time.
There is bound to be a threshold beyond which history will not be written as a record of the drifting past, but would rather be a prophetic portrait of a future.
In other words, the authors write their own stories, and the readers dream someone else's dreams.
Some critics may fear that we will be eternally trapped in pure freedom.
What an ironic plight that would be?
So will our life times meet us this way?
Will we forever be ensconced in a revolutionary space and time - finally rid of our desperate collusion of perennial loneliness?
Or will we seek solitude?
Quantum causalities ended up in a temporary state of zero-ness.
That and the inevitable contact.
It was sort of like Mind meets Matter - and when no one was watching - what mattered met the Mind.
At this point all human evolution appeared to be for the manifestation of some sort of a message, that would eventually intersect with the messages from neighboring dimensions.
First contact is bound to change it all - that we are not alone.
What it could mean, as far as we know, is that the tree of life will expand beyond our times.
Times and Space of course. The heads and tails of the perpetually flipped coin, snaking through the abyss of chance and fate.
If the cards are played right we might even see beyond our humble insignificance in the cosmic pattern of reality.
Human history would then profess the eventualities of an extremely unpredictable phase in time.
These moments will never feel the same.
Who will we pray to then?
To whom will we honestly tell?
Absolutely nothing could collapse onto the imagination of this scene.
For a long time history will happen and we will happen with it.
But there is bound to be a time.
There is bound to be a threshold beyond which history will not be written as a record of the drifting past, but would rather be a prophetic portrait of a future.
In other words, the authors write their own stories, and the readers dream someone else's dreams.
Some critics may fear that we will be eternally trapped in pure freedom.
What an ironic plight that would be?
So will our life times meet us this way?
Will we forever be ensconced in a revolutionary space and time - finally rid of our desperate collusion of perennial loneliness?
Or will we seek solitude?
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