The
Legend of the Infinite
Ever since the creation of humankind, humans
have tried to explain the meaning of infinity. Before the
dawn of our time, we lived together with our fellow humans
and animals and shared the lands around ourselves to suit
our needs. But always, constantly hidden behind the shadows
of the material world, there was a question that remained.
There had to be more to life than the simple sensations
of our senses. There had to be more in the world than that
which met the eye. Ever since then the unexplainable has
been slid away into near oblivion, casted away as if nothing
because it did not suit our needs. But still it loomed over
us, as great as life but never seen. Only because simple
tasks and processes such as reason and logic have dominated
the material world does not mean that there is not more
out there.
And so we come back to the evolution of
the meaning of infinity. Mathematicians say that infinity
is as simple as any number plus one. Scientists say
that infinity is something that is endless, self-repeating,
and incalculable. Still many others believe that infinity
is something that cannot be described, the only feature
of our lives which has no meaning. The child who has
not been experienced as to the ways of the world sees
life as a whole as being infinite; so many possibilities,
so many opportunities, expressed in meek terms each
time he gets scolded for writing on the walls. Before
we are molded into a set form of thought, children and
all alike in some way can realize the meaning of infinity.
I cannot say that I am a reputable source
on these matters, but for a concept as large as that
of infinity, there is no standard for comparison. I
am not here to lecture about the five billion different
realities in existence here on this world. Who is to
say that any one of them is right? This story is not
about the concept of infinity as a whole; it incorporates
something uniquely important, so important that without
it, infinity in the mind would cease to exist. It is
as vast and endless as infinity, but also as miniscule
and newborn as the mind of a child. It is the driving
force for all new creation, the seed which bears the
fruit of originality. It carries with it the neverending
winds of change and the endless realms of possibilities
to be recognized. This unique concept carries with it
the forebearers of the past, and along with that, the
visions of the future. It is as infinite as the mind
itself, but as finite as a grain of sand. It is the
only facet of our great lives which proves to be of
undeniable importance, but is forever fated to hover
over the brink of oblivion, the place of no return.
If there is no other meaning that can equate to this
word, no other representation that can sum up all the
concepts and realities of the universe, let this hold
true for all time. Listen to your inner conscience,
listen to a child. Believe the miracle of imagination.
The Story of Quenatha Azega
Since time immemorial, one would have watched
an infinite number of sunrises and sunsets take place
over the great surface of this world. Spanning great
distances across space and time, it stood as a jewel
against the darkness beyond. This was Quenatha Azega,
a great world which long ago rounded the long-forgotten
white star Azega 4 in harmony. Below the misty peach
clouds, the sun once shone over the earthy landscape,
reflecting deep across the great valleys of the surface
and the great jagged mountains in between. It was a
place of life, a wonderful place in its time.
But ever since the beginning, Quenatha
Azega was doomed. Five dimensions has its space: length,
width, depth, time, and speed. One day, a young Azegan
would look upwards past the great tower of rock and
gaze up at the rising sun and would find that it never
came. On the other side of the world, a great endless
night would shroud all lands for ever. One beginning
to rise to a new day would never see it through, and
one on the brink of death would never close their eyes.
For on that immemorable day, all time on Azega stood
still.
The world broke off from Azega 4, launched
outwards to somewhere in a space where there was no
time. Everyone alike, young and old, was frozen in time.
To anyone happening to pass the great sphere of Azega,
life had continued as always; the sun rose and set,
people woke and slept, and life went on and on day after
day. But to those on Azega, a simple task as being able
to again open ones eyes would take a thousand
years or more. How radiant any light would have been
for someone who had seen nothing but darkness for a
thousand years? And for the person who was on the brink
of death? He neednt worry, because on that fateful
day every essence of life had become immortal. A baby
would never be born, and nobody could ever die.
Some of us would probably think that if
they received a shot at immortality, they would take
it beyond the shadow of a doubt. But would we? What
about the immortality of Quenatha Azega? Because the
world had broke off from its sun, all of its lands and
all of its seas became shrouded in a darkness as dark
as that of nothingness. Not a single ray of light, not
a single ray of hope would ever shine over the eyes
of anyone, ever. All would stay the same, forever and
ever and ever. Could it ever be possible for a forlorn
Azegan to wander off the edge of a cliff and find that
he would never reach the bottom? Every day after another,
suspended in mid-air with the imprints of a last scream
still engraved in his face, his eyes eternally fated
to see only one sight and nothing else? Every day for
a thousand years? And so for ten thousand and a hundred
thousand years would he remain there, repeating all
the memories he ever had before then to keep his mind
from the brink of insanity, for what else was there?
The last thought of his mind would stay there for all
time, the last bare images of the fall, and there was
no rest from it. The day would never end, and he would
never fall. But for all eternity, he would be there.
After a time, the world of Azega began
to slowly change. Over time, there had always been those
who had broken through the ice of frozen time and had
actually been able to, for a brief unforgettable second
out of eternity, move something. They could do something,
even something as simple as opening their eyes to see
for the first time since time forgotten. That single
difference, though how small and insignificant it may
seem to us here and now, was a great milestone for the
Azegan who had never known who he was, or the one who
had never seen the face of a fellow man. It was the
greatest event imaginable, a single second filled with
so much joy and elation that a fraction of that wave
of happiness could last us a lifetime. To be happy with
the most simple things such as being able to open their
eyes was something that they would never forget. A simple
thing that was taken for granted had become something
more worthy than the most valuable thing they had that
they held so dear. They never realized the importance
of many things until they were lost.
But in reality, Quenatha Azega was never
frozen in time. The outside observer, us, had seen from
the beginning that all was the same and had not changed.
Yes, all these events had taken place there, but in
a different way. Count off one second in time, on a
clock, a watch, or any ordinary timepiece such as your
own biological clock. In that one second, what happens?
The second had represented a single frame in time, a
frame of the world all around you with time nonexistent.
Likewise, a picture shot from a camera captures that
one unique moment in time and holds it there for ever.
During that one moment on Azega, the baby was born.
During that one moment, another opened his eyes to the
rising sun. For that final moment, there was he who
saw his last glimpse of the world before closing his
eyes forever. And so who is the judge of time? Who can
say that eternity could not pass through the space of
a second? And what if all these events did happen in
the space of a single second? Would you then consider
immortality if it meant you could live forever? Would
you? But immortality is not the only way to live forever.
What if a second could be stopped, and in that second
no matter how small it may be, you were given a chance
to see your life as a whole and realize how many things
in life you take for granted? What if for that one second
you could know yourself as a whole, when all time has
stopped within that single second and you had the chance
to see yourself as you have never seen yourself before?
What if, like the Azegan who had taken his first step
in a thousand years, you had amassed the greatest of
joys in a simple thing, creating happiness out of misery
and despair? Does this sound familiar?
If all the events of this story could be
shrunk into the space of a single second, what would
you do with your life? If you have ever felt the vague
feeling of happiness when looking at an old photograph
and remembering how you had felt at that brief moment
in time, you can understand how seconds are much more
than units of passing time. Who is the judge of time?
Who says that life is only what he or she sees and nothing
else? We are the Azegans; this is Quenatha Azega, the
soil we stand on distorted by the paths of life we follow
and trodden by the people who have lost their way. Immortality
is possible, if you are able to live the course of a
lifetime in a second. Time is only relative to the observer,
and in this case, the observer is you. Take time into
your own hands, and live to your fullest with every
passing second. Realize the world around you and never
forget it, and embrace every moment as if you had been
reborn. Who knows? If in every second you are living
a lifetime, I wish you happiness in the next.
---A Friend
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