I remember when the sky was full of smoke in the winter time, like I was in Abadon waiting to get out. This was, however, a deceiving feeling. The truth is: the fields are
burned so that the next crop will flourish. It is the new end of the beginning. If the crops are not burned, the next generation of plants will accumulate the knowledge of their
own demise like one generation teaching the next. It has something to do with the genetic code they read from each others' chlorophyll. If the fields are burned the genetic
energy is transformed into fire and smoke and only the carbon is left to nourish the soil for the next generation of plants. The carbons' nutrients are strong, but carry no
information about the past. It is ideal for the farmer to keep this in his soil. I suspect the plants are aware of their synthetic positioning in nature. It is not likely that so many
things in nature could grow in such geometric precision and so close to each other. The plants are fed everyday and given all the appropriate nutrients so they just keep doing
what they do best despite the minor discomfort they feel with the misalignment of their current situation and their prehistoric genes.
When they began burning the fields, there were a few men who could tell what the plants were thinking by how the smoke formed in the sky. These men were called entropy
stenographers. It has taken many years to learn this and it is still not a perfect science since there is no possible way to confirm what the plants have said because they don't
speak. Because of the massive amount of energy released in the fires, the transformation of their history is very fast so the entropy stenographers have to be able to 'speed
read' so-to-speak, like a court room typist. Some people get so obsessed with wanting to know what all material has to say that they burn everything to the ground just to
hear their stories. These people are called arsonists. The idea of killing something to hear it speak is absurd to me. There must be a more humane way of talking to nature
. Some entropy stenographers have taken a vow to only read natural occurrences, like volcanoes or cyclones. There is some discrepancy amongst the entropy stenographers
in regards to the way the wind in the atmosphere mix with the materials from earth. An example of a reading which might cause such a discrepancy would be that of a cyclone
or hurricane. These discrepancies have formed two schools of thought; one which says the earth is separated into two distinct units (earth and sky) and the other which
believes that the earth is complete in one mind and cannot be separated from the atmosphere and that only the pure emptiness of space creates a true separation between
what is beautiful and what is nothing.
Notes on my discoveries of the universe
Day 208,551 since I first left
Everybody I know has most certainly died and I miss them all. Perhaps I will
meet them on the other side of this universe or not. I have survived this long
because of a
theory called the space time dilation theory, which states that the faster you go the slower time gets for you, because of the fact that time is elastic and relative, not constant.
I suppose I have proven it a fact. It is just too bad it will always remain a theory seeing how I may never return to earth and share my knowledge with everyone. If you are
reading this, I guess it is a fact, I am not sure how that works. The slow ageing has become a curse and a blessing. I think I was chosen for this mission because of my cold
heart. My father taught me the skill of detaching myself from things. Friends and family have given me sentimental gifts for my journey, which have all decayed including a 2"
pure steel ball given to me by my brother. I suspect that all this material has an inherent emotional substance in it which is the cause of the decay. Isolation can destroy the
heart as it has decayed these objects. I can't believe my cold heart has outlived a 2" steel ball. I am glad my space craft was designed by the government for the purposes
of a mission and not as a gift to me. This speed is getting to me so I will just stop for now and get on with it. I have discovered a planet much like our own with the
exception of an ocean that functions like the rings of Saturn. It appears that the gravitational force is just weak enough around the equator to allow the centrifugal force of
the planet's rotation to push anything liquefied into space, however there is a limit to the liquid's freedom. The planet only allows the liquid to go so far before it decides to
reclaim what it owns. I have estimated that the ring of water travels about 10,000 miles before it is captured by the gravitational watch dog. It is most certainly an exception
to all laws of physics. This deformed child of the universe has become one of the most astonishingly beautiful things I have encountered so far in this tin bucket. I want to
get closer and perhaps see whales and other sea dwelling creatures swim out into space. I want to see how my body feels floating in water and looking down on this
planet. What happens when I can't breathe in the sky?
Day 287,651
I don't know why I count these days anymore, 24hrs, 60,000 hrs make no since
without something constant to gage it by. I miss the rotation of my planet.
This watch is the
only rhythm I have, it is the only piece of rotation I have. I use to think it was so absurd to sleep from 12-7 am. I mean what the fuck was 12 am or 7 am? It made no since
to label a moment but now all I have is moments and I long for definition, prediction, reason. What is my future? Has the rhythm of this watch become my God, my ruler
, the only way I can bear the next second is to predict its coming. I will get over this stuff. It is just panic attacks. I just need to stop talking to my watch. It amazes me all
the shit I have seen and yet my imagination is still the most powerful thing, light years ahead of me. Answers always come in the mind first and is only discovered in the
physical universe afterwards. I have been chasing this planet that always exist just on the other side of something from me. Like a planet on the other side of the sun with
the exact rotation as the earth. How will I ever see something like that? It alludes me always yet it is real, right there in me. Since this place is so real, in my bones, it has
become the catchall for the unknowns in my life. every absurd event, war, premature death, earthquakes, black holes, supper novas, tsunamis, belong to this planet and for
some reason before the knowledge of man ever existed in this universe this planet had mistakenly exchanged matter with earth. All energy is matter, strong force, weak
force, electro magnetism and ultimately every action and motion in this universe comes from the arrangement of matter. So the misplace matter which cause the horrific
events to occur on my old planet long to find its correct location in the universe that being the planet behind the sun. It is like a crying baby with the power of God. These
may just be simple minded ideas or more so complex ideas among humans which are simple minded in this universe. Why the fuck dose the universe care about a tornado.
Just itches and scratches to it. I cut my hair and wash my skin, the earth shifts its crust and relives itself with volcanoes, cleans itself with black holes. I hope to never
discover this planet. The one that has our correct matter the one that has stolen or good matter. If I found it I am sure to be disappointed. To have a perfect world of
matter probably would not solve all the distorted abstract problems I give it credit for, like why my father barley said he loved me when I was a child or why dumb people
get rich. I guess I will just have to solve these problems some other way. But more interesting to me is to not solve any problems or allow the answers to continually come
form this planet. It is the space of imagination. It is the
absurdity of the quantum. It is creation. It is the only thing that keeps me
sane.