A New Story Poem by Hans Preciado

So what happens at the beginning? Nothing much of nothing to our knowledge, to our knowledge, we know much of nothing. Yet we consider ourselves to know more than what we could potentially hold. And yet so, once again, we cannot fathom to fit all that information in the ability to conceptualize the infinity of knowledge. When we are lost in thought, or imagination, we are lost in everything. The absolute meaning of stuff makes us lose value to ourselves, we are mighty well designed, if at all. If we are then what are we to fear? So many repercussion and remissions come from the result of logical thinking. Of solitary confinement of our own minds to thought. We can never stop doing so, and yet we must require our body to always sleep. It is, after all the process to let our consciousness rest, and give it its own space to relax. As if after all, we are not alone in our head. As if we are really a simulation, and as much as we would like to believe so. We are not. we are so much but yet we diminish ourselves to believe otherwise. I once heard that everything is a place that nothing is real. because all that is not real, must not exist, and cannot exist must mean that the opposite is also true. If there is a place, imagine: that you cannot be in, or think or exist, yet as human beings, we can inhabit the concept of this place, then what are we to be able to imagine such paradoxical and intangible places, are they not enlightening enough places to encapsulate everyone? Is this place, this concept of everything in the nothing a concept not basic enough for the lewd of mind? I lack the answers when the questions seem so easy. And yet a question is not rated on the difficulty of it. It is the answer that brings it all together, therefore, by logical reasoning, thought of a questions cannot exist without an answer. Must that mean that this universe must be either the question or the answer to another Q/A of an universe? Once again comes the revelation of the main point. What is the place where all that exists, if it exists, then the reality in which it extends its existence, and what is it made of? Imagine as much as there is atoms of gold or oxygen, it can be divided to the point that it is no longer an atom of that particular type, of which once broken down to the basic-most size, it its distinguishable characteristics. The change of its existence makes it to the smallest unit or gram, mass and so on; of that object. Space, in similar manner is the same way, all together form what we know as empty space, which of course is not empty. If space at its most basic level, was reduced and given an unit, it would be, by measures of distance of its dimensions. First three dimensions are the ones we currently know as the X, Y, Z dimensions. At a ninety degree angle we find ourselves to the X and Y dimensions. So we, the third dimensions could be considered the Z dimension. At a given point in time, at any time, we place the fourth dimension. Which could possibly be best put aside for exemplification purposes, but to the simplest level, the fourth dimension in itself, cannot be seen, we can only perceive it as the constant change of a previous state of energy, or movement from a period of time, measured chronologically in order. The measure of the dimensions are called Quantae (for plural) and Quanti, for singular. Imagine these objects which compose all known everything that abodes and contains matter, is made of no matter of itself, but dimensions of material unknown. A mesh of material so diminutive that we could not imagine if it was not for modern day theories, and our own ego. Including visualizations of it such as a perfect symmetry like that of a cube made of spheres in a three by three arrangement in the X, Y, Z pattern. There exists a distance between those spheres, the Quantae spheres are static in this example, and the distances in between them, those dimensions are one through three. Then comes, the fourth, fifth and sixth dimensions. The fourth dimension exist in the space between these Quanti, where the dimensions do not touch these Quanti and are intersected superspatially, in the same way the three volume dimensions for seventh, eight, and ninth are intraspatially, or the space inside space. Keep in mind these are spatial, in which the fourth dimension is not time, because in the current state of mind, as humans evolved in the twenty first century defined by annu-dei chronology; time in this reality is a standalone, and possibly non-existent thought applicable only humans. Even when we can prove that time is real, time is attachable to no other species in effect but humans. It is as if all dimensions are limited to only a limited amount of species whether by choice or by nature. It is as if nature decides who will have the abilities and the notion to acknowledge their own existence. It is as if dogs, cats and pets are not actually dogs, and cats, but they are within their own reality limited to the way of communication in their own realm. They are within their own state of existence, limited to different ways of communication between humans and their physical species on this planet. As a species that often cannot stop undermining itself, the greed in learning more and earning acquiring more, it has brought us attention as profiling ourselves, and the only species that will destroy itself without explanation. It is part of the nature, as much as the universe is to scale to the microverse, to the endless possibilities to everything that can and cannot exist, yet we are the few of the incredible many that think that we are the only ones. To think this is to believe that we must negate the existence of others outside this planet, contained inside this galaxy, maybe outside this universe. But to believe that there is more and that a more intelligent mind or 'architect' is both moronic and credible at the same time. It is the nature of itself that makes this character so paradoxical.