(part of a story told
to me over coffee one day)
“… So before they knocked me out to put the screws in my ankle, I felt some part of me, my awareness or conscious mind, leaving my body. I was able to float up to a corner of the emergency room and look around at everything, even my own body lying there on the stretcher, with all the blood and everything.
It wasn’t scary really; it
seemed perfectly natural. I thought, Oh,
man, I’ve become one of those New Age nutflakes you see on paranormal reality
TV. After a while, though, it was like I was able to see even further than
the room. My sight went out into the streets of the city, into the hills, up
the rivers past towns and villages, into the high mountains, into put it but I
felt like everything was aware, everything was conscious all around me and within me. Even rocks and clouds and
stuff like that. Like I could read the mind
of all living things.
Then I got scared, but I was excited too. Exhilarated. I
thought, now I’m going to get an answer to one of my biggest questions. You
see, I’d always felt there was some deep hidden meaning to the fact that the
poles of our universe are inaccessible. I don’t mean the north and south poles
of the planet, I mean the poles of the large and of the small in our universe. The
extremely vast and the extremely tiny. I call them poles because we’re like the
explorers of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, so desperately trying to
reach these untrodden places and claim them as our own.
Looking up, we can see
no end to the cosmos. Our instruments can’t reach the pole of the vast and probably
they never will. And looking within, we can only get so far in our measurements
of the tiniest components of matter. We don’t even really know what they are. So the pole of the vanishingly
small is also out of reach. Why should it be like that? That’s what I always
wondered, ever since I was a teenager and I watched scientists like Carl Sagan
on television. Why are we precisely here,
on this perceptual equator, you might say, poised midway between the infinite
and the infinitesimal? Anyhow, in that moment before the anesthetic took me under, I felt as if all I had to do
was exert a little more effort and I would be able to touch both poles, the
vast and the small.
I would see and understand the design, if there was one, the
purpose behind the inaccessibility that drives us on, keeps us searching, the
purpose behind everything. I would understand everything in nature, or maybe I
would be everything in nature. Every
creature, every rock, every molecule, every galaxy. Every particle of matter
and energy. I would no longer know, I would simply be, or it would simply be. Suddenly I was terrified. Absolutely terrified.
If I made that final effort, I knew it would annihilate the person I had always
been. Over and gone. Gone where? Who knows.
But still I could not tear myself
away. I was toppling over the edge. It wasn’t even a matter of my own effort
anymore, it was simply going to happen. I was going to be standing at both
poles at the same time, and maybe, maybe they were actually one and the same
place…. Well, as it happened, sleepytime kicked in and solved the dilemma for me.
I went under, and woke up a couple of hours later, groggy and extremely
thirsty, but sane, at least relatively. I told myself it was just a
hallucination brought on by the drugs in my system, and maybe that’s the truth
of it, but still it was … unforgettable. And okay maybe it’s silly, but you
know, sometimes I like to pride myself on having gone farther, deeper, than anyone -- Magellan,
Marco Polo, Newton, Scott, Amundsen, Armstrong -- has ever gone.”
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