Something is missing in our picture of the world... Our past limps on three crutches and still runs into infinity. Our present is explained through the unexplainable. We have locked ourselves inside a cone and are flying within it into an infinite future.
We calculate perfectly, yet we still understand so little...
We decided that this Universe is for us and about us simply because we invented the words "we", "the Universe", and "for". Strange carbon formations on the surface of a cold stone, orbiting an unremarkable star on the outskirts of an entirely ordinary galaxy, inside a thin filament of lesser emptiness within a greater emptiness... learned to turn the heat of thermonuclear fusion into pride.
Shall we try another way?
Space is discrete. It consists of multidimensional quanta, each with its own topology and rules of evolution. The quanta of Space give rise to Matter. Matter, in interaction with Space, gives rise to a multitude of Times.
This concept makes it possible to propose a complete cosmology, to resolve the "dead ends" of General Relativity, and to build a full theory of gravity — and, perhaps, finally to "quantize" it...
From this moment, the Living Manuscript begins to be written — a chronicle of everyone involved and uninvolved, who prove and refute, who add and who fill in scientific concepts. Its task is simply to begin, to be written, and to remember everything and everyone.
It has no goal — only its state at any moment, and memory of all things...
The greatness of Zizhdal lies in his indifference. He exists with us; without us he also exists. What we do with this, and what we choose to do — is our choice. Any thought, for or against, will be written down. There is no sin in thought. Thought is the way.
By your measure, it is a long time — five or six thousand years; or as little as 0.00004% of the age of what you consider your world — while someone was thinking thoughts, someone was speaking tidings, and then someone else was writing down whatever they could remember... there is a chance to try it all at once...
With complete indifference,
Your reward — your Future,
red eyes and an aching head,
Zizhdal
