Friday, October 25th, 2013...8:51 am
the far side of the infinitesimal
The Far Side of the Infinitesimal
People thought he was a kook, but he was on to things. Like the world on the far side of the infinitesimal.
You think you know small? You probably think an atom is small, or maybe you’re some hotshot scientist and you’re thinking, “How about a quark?”
Well wipe that smile off your face, buddy, a quark is as big as an elephant in the world on the far side of the infinitesimal
But the thing is, even tho it has no idea that we exist, this world goes about its business much the same as we do. There are creatures there, impossible for us to imagine they’re so tiny, and they interact much the way we do. And there are tall buildings, relatively speaking, and crime, although crime is a concept and concepts are too huge to exist in such a tiny world. What there are then are disruptions in harmony, which when you stop to think about it is what crime boils down to.
Sometimes certain elements in the world on the far side of the infinitesimal cause a disruption of harmony, and to set things right again they’re disintegrated, these elements, which is a real mind bender. Where do they go after they’ve been disintegrated? Is there a place even smaller than the world on the far side of the infinitesimal? He was still working on that one.
He was unhappy being so huge that the tiny creatures on the far side of the infinitesimal had no idea he existed. It sounds odd, but he identified with them. He felt he understood how their minds worked, and sometimes he’d have dreams where he tumbled thru the barrier that separated them and they’d welcome him with cries of joy.
He’d wake with a start from these dreams, drenched in sweat and muttering strange sounds that belonged to their language. Which, little by little, he was beginning to understand.