well, this is about time travel and the paradox that lies within the theory. Starts off with doubtful things about our existence and faiths and so on, and i really dont mean to offend any religious belief or faith, so hope you dont get too upset about some of the religiously related passages. my writing may lack for linking passages, because once i had finished writing this, i saw 2300words appear on my word count number, so i had to cut down more than a half the words..
Time Travel Fan Fiction Back to the Earths(Paradox)
Born from nothing. Nothing, as in the state of the absence of even the smallest element. That is… of course within the boundaries of the laws of physics that we would recall on every unexplainable phenomena.
“So, what was the ‘Nothing’ that was the very first ‘Something’ in the very beginning of all matter?”
The reason I am able to state such a deliriously sounding idea, is because the knowledge that we, humans, have been accumulating are not the only way to verify everything in this world. There is just too much more information that we cannot even think of becoming curious about. And evolution also has been a constant interference to many of the perfect answers in the past, and is still interfering even at this very moment.
“So, what are you referring to anyway? What is this all about?”
“Anger, it is. Anger, the parasite, that breathes all around us… It retrieves polluted minds. Regrets, curiosity, disbelief, desire, blindness, hate, and loss of innocence.”
We have seen the look of our Planet Earth on televisions and computer screens. On July the 20th, 1969, Neil Armstrong first landed on the Moon as the representative of the human race. And I remember the majority of the scientists saying that..
Maybe, there is a reasonable motive that our instincts always seem to desire for seeking the unknown, but only from a safe distance. That is why, we are eager to know the formation of the Universe, or whatever you would call that ‘Matter’, then, we will have the ability to visualise ourselves in virtual terms. However, we are too constrained to see that far from here and the ‘Time’ would not let anything into its already flown past. The ‘Time’, Heraclitus, a famous Greek philosopher, once said, is like the river, that “you cannot step in the same river twice.” Or else, time could also be just like fate, that it is already in place and we are only taking parts in a very tiny amount of space.
I would say they are both wrong.
“How long does it normally take for you to have a lunch? How long would you say is an adequate amount of time to have a proper meal on your own?”
What we need to recognise is that such a word as the universality should be treated differently from the word, majority. So, after all, the so called universal time measure words as seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, and centuries are meant to be the standard for nobody!
“Yes, I am. I am angry, because the 'Time' has never been a flexible figure.”
“What if it were? What difference does it make to you?”
“I have a tumour. It polluted my mind, and I want to go back to fix this evilness. The evilness that let myself seek for something that I will never get the answers for, forever. All I ever wanted was to feel sympathy with others. Now that I am not spongy as I was, that I only fear the heterogeneity among others, and that I no longer hope for super powers… I will from now only let decades pass by, become old and sick, and die to be labelled as a ‘Nothing’. No obsession for achievements, but only leaving my indifference to those who ever tried to teach me joy and showed me love. I am now grieving by the mirror for my uselessness, selfishness, egoistic mind, and all the regrets. These are the only friends of mine in this dark corner of the Galaxy. If I could practice the 'Time' even beyond its flexibility... if I could just turn back the time to where I was just..”
"How about it? If you were to turn back the time, what do you think you can change?"
"If I could just travel back to where I was starting to build up this anxiety, I would kill myself at the very moment of the prayer.. Then I would not be where I am now..."
"The prayer? what prayer?"
"The prayer that let me start grow this tumour and made me become vulnerable and as stubborn as I can get... The prayer that told myself that I do not matter to anything in this world..."
"There is a young boy. He has been praying since he could start to speak. Despite when, where, what, why, and how, he just keeps praying for the safety and happiness of his family. One night, he was praying just like the other ordinary days. This time he gets up slowly from the damp ground with his eyes still closed, and beats the dirt from both the knees. Looking up to the starry skies, asking no one for the first time, which the question that he already knew the answers to from a long period of time. And he turns, staring at me without fear as if he already knew that I would come back to him for this moment. And I am telling him to finish up the prayer. He would just keep smiling at me as if I could never turn harmful on him."
[Silence keeps whispering for a few moments]
"I think I now can tell the answer to the question. I didn't kill him, or I'd say... I couldn't. It was the 'Time', the 'Something' that created everything. It is not a setup, nor is it the 'Fate' that we have been excused for many years. And it is rather a paradox that nobody is actually going to leave my regrets and disbelief in the death of my doubts. Because, as I was about kill the young boy with the deepest anger of mine at its climax, he said to me..."
"You have come from the future to kill me, but if you had...
where are you going to be?"
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