Put this story on your ‘must read today’ list. Diane Cresswell has sent in her contribution to the latest Non-Competition and she has outdone herself with this story of science vs. faith.
I’m not really sure how to introduce this so that my bias does not color your thoughts before you read the story. So, I’m going to leave the commenting to you. You’ll have a lot to say when you’ve finished reading. I sure did, but at first I just kinda sat here and scratched my head and wondered, “How the heck and I going to introduce that?”
So, friends and readers and fellow writers, read, think, put your thoughts together and write ’em down in the comments section down at the bottom of the page. You’ll have plenty to say.
Dust to Dust?
By Diane Cresswell
Interesting how your mind separates itself when in the state of hysteria. A part of me is observing what is happening and yet I can also hear the other part of me screaming for help. I’m dying and there is no way to stop the horrific event of my demise.
It is said that in the final moments of life – there is a remembrance of all that we have done in our life. I never believed that statement. I’m a scientist. There is no collaborative research that confirms this idiotic statement. Until now! It’s happening to me. I remember everything I’ve done while watching my body as it disintegrates.
I was a lonely child, didn’t play well with others. It seemed stupid to me to play with silly things like toys and other dumb children. Books were the source of reality for me. I could disappear within the written words, enticing me to places that sparked my logic, asking questions that spurred me on to research the questions asked until I could answer them. My whole life was spent focused on a singular theme – to find answers to questions that were posed by intelligent human beings. Becoming a scientist was the only thing that was logical – a scientist who delved into creation, to find answers to the age old questions of where humans came from and are we the only ones in this Universe. I succeeded in the greatest thing I could ever hope to accomplish – the discovery of the reality of dimensional time or parallel universes. In my diligent and focused search for answers, I forgot about consequences. I had opened the proverbial Pandora’s Box and I wanted to know what was in it! The conundrum that evolved from my equation and scientifically able to bring it into reality was the thing that lay people would call science fiction – the discovery that we are not alone and that there is more to reality than what has been theorized. I discovered we exist as humanity in this dimension, but that’s only one level. The reality of my experiments was that not only do we exist alongside other parallel levels of universes/ dimensions, the exiting scientific element of outcome was that we’re able to jump into dimensions that overlap, twist and turn into other dimensions, slip into ones that go forward while others go backwards, traverse alternate universes with replicas of our selves reversed, coming into contact with beings who time traveled inter-dimensionally, finding that other dimensional worlds are inhabited by distortions of life that cannot be called human, a myriad of dimensions all co-existing at the same time of mind altering proportions. If there is a god – it definitely is one sick bastard for there is no logic to it. Everything that is imaginable or can be imagined is thrown into the dimensional pot. I’ve seen them! Things beyond comprehension that the logical human mind is ill equipped to handle!
I recognized I was losing my sense of reality of this world. This experiment was going to be my last. What I didn’t figure into the equation was the kick ass consequences of that plan! To go to one of the dimensions that I had briefly slipped into that possibly contained answers to questions that science and technology hadn’t gotten around to solving – because they weren’t formulated into a theory in this world – yet! I could be ahead of the scientists in this world instead of being looked down upon by my findings.
I put myself into not only running the new experiment but to also be the test subject. No one was going to corrupt this experiment or my name. I would run the whole thing with me being the guinea pig and the observer all in one. I told everyone that I would be just fine, but still devised systems of fail-safes to be in place. Who was I kidding! There are NO fail-safes for this procedure. I’m the only one to blame. Now I’m paying for being the quintessential servant of arrogance.
What happens when we die? Is there a possibility of an afterlife that I can fall into to make up for the stupidity that I have caused myself? Will I meet the chief engineer of this reality and get into a fist fight with it over the scale and scope of these illogical dimensions? Or will I just be nothing more than the dust that I see my body dissolving into. I watch my assistance looking on in horror at the continuation of death’s movement in B flat.
My mind is quiet now…my head is the only thing that is left. Soon I will be nothing more than a pile of carbon – no limbs, no organs, no feet, no voice, no eyes, no structure of what was me – nothing but dust.
I’m dead. I have passed beyond the physical and yet strangely I still feel alive. Why? Where am I? Who am I? My consciousness screams!