ANATOMY OF A BLUNT

What if all we know—every teeny bit—is only what we were taught to believe? And that every time we rebel and found our own pattern, it is only because we were taught to rebel against what we were taught to believe.

What if our unit of measure is wrong? The fundamental units — distance, mass, and time.

Distance is supposed to be measured in meters, an underived unit. Absolute. Absolute.

Consider this paradox.

If I am walking from one end of a wall to the other end of the same wall, at a certain point I’m halfway there. At another point, I’m half of halfway, and then half of half of halfway, and it really never ends. Let us put values on these.

If I’m walking a 6m distance; at some point in my walk I’ll be halfway, which is 3m, and then later I’ll be half of that, which is 1.5m, and then 0.75m, and then 0.375m, and then 0.1875 m, and 0.09375m, and on and on, and I’ll never reach zero, which is the completion of my walk.

In reality, however, I do complete that walk. We have created an infinite number line to support what we consider a fundamental unit. How can infinite be absolute? Perhaps what we consider fundamental only works in the world we have created and is not the universal absolute.

Then, if our understanding of distance is flawed, so is the accepted concept of speed and velocity. Consider another paradox.

A bunny is chasing a tortoise. The tortoise is X meters ahead. It is generally accepted that the bunny is faster and would catch up with the tortoise. By way of this paradox, the bunny will never catch the tortoise, because, by the time the bunny reaches point X where the tortoise was, the moving tortoise, however slow, would have moved away from point X and would now be at point Y. And by the time the bunny reaches point Y, because the tortoise is moving, however slowly, it would have left point Y and would now be at point Z, and this goes on and on.

By way of these paradoxes, you can never catch a still or moving object. The reality of moving is an illusion or has been wrongly explained by our measures. Where is the control?

It is like a dog. A pet. A generation of pet dogs.

Dogs have a lifespan of 10 to 13 years. So, consider a boy who gets a puppy as a sixth-year birthday gift. This dog goes on to have its own pups and dies at the age of 12 years. The boy at this time is 18 years old, and the first generation of pups are about 10 years old. Let’s say the boy goes on to keep the dogs, or at least most of the dogs, by the time the boy dies at age 70, there are about five generations with their own lineages, with about 120 dogs per generation. If the initial dog gave birth five times, then we would have about 600 dogs. Until that boy dies at the age of 70, it will be believed by the dogs that he is immortal. They would tell the next generation that their owner, their caretaker was immortal. They were dying from generation to generation, but he remained alive, ergo, immortality. But then there’s the last generation that will witness his gradual lethargy and eventual death. They would have witnessed something impossible. It would change their world, their perception of it forever.

A journey of five generations has unraveled a mystery that never was because of their limits.

Their limits.

Why am I thinking this? It’s witty but offers no control. What then is control? Why are there limits? And there are limits.

It’s like the 100-meter world record. The record currently stands at about 8+ seconds, but ultimately someone will come and set a permanent record. This is because even if humans were fast enough to run 100 meters in 0 seconds, that would be the limit. We will never be able to do it in less time.

But isn’t 100 meters in 0 seconds worth considering? Disappearing and appearing. Movement without the factor of time. Actually, it means no movement. It means being at two points at the same moment. It is faster than the speed of light and sound. It would mean, humans wouldn’t be able to see or hear anymore, because we would have been above it.

So, consider this.

What if there are creatures that are above our sphere of observation? Or what if there’s so much we cannot observe because we are above it?

Control.

I know I don’t want it, yet I look for it. Maybe to prove that it exists, or perhaps, to exercise the control of not choosing it.