Seeing is believing. It will soon become a problem when you try to see beyond the naked eye. It is a problem if you see it with imagination. You will break things, break the doctrine, dogma, the common knowledge, the old knowledge. Then you start to unlearn. Rebuild again from the ground up, only to see yourself to reach the same conclusion. This is way too much for someone to bear. This is only a fingertip of what is available. Impossible to map, impossible to cover, even with compounding, even with collaboration.

There will always be a tipping point where someone, somewhere, at sometime, eventually press the RESET button. It is not the button of destruction. It is the button of extinction; the extinction of knowledge and wisdom. The two very fundamental building blocks that bear the weight of a civilization. One of the magical feature of us humans is that we always try to start over again. Scrape anything you can reach. Nudge certain items to see how it behaves. Observe from a safe distance until you are certain about its state.

It is the rhyme of us as humans. Leaving tracemarks and trademarks everywhere we go. To start, fail, and start again a venture. With a strong motive of discovery. To leave the realm of unknown into known unknown. Myths, legends, monsters, and the oceans met at the tales being told by the one who have ventured and fortunate enough to return alive.

A realization then came: the trip and its danger also made humans to know more about themselves. The story of collaboration, cooperation, dominance, betrayal, and battles soon emerged. Blood and tears on the battlefield. How do we make ourselves stronger than the enemy is the trigger of technological advancements. Spears and shields soon enough turned into mortars and fortress.

Then came the little boy and fat man. Hydrogen in the hands of certain people can erase a certain region from the map. It is playtime for the iron fist. One signature away. One button away. One speech away. From iginiting another Hydrogens all over the world. Different alphabets. Different ancestors. Same end result.

The one who master the game of chess can see moves far ahead. It is because of a limitation. A contained space. A boundary being present. Enabling the emergence of patterns and repetitions. Our brains evolved to be good at it. Zoom out and then you will see. Far far enough. Nothing is actually new. It already happened but we does not exist. We are not being present to watch it unfold.

Do we actually know who we are? The story of ourselves? The relics and messages. They are trying to say something to us. As if we are no smarter than a cat that tries to understand Calculus. There is a skill tree, a path, that leads somewhere. Nothing radical happen overnight. It needs lots of prerequisites before a new era began.

And it never starts with peace and prosperity, which were the byproducts that only a number of generations can enjoy. Can I say that they are lucky? Or should I say they miss the party? Ignorace most of the time is our ammunition. Time is our most prized belonging. Mind and consciousness? We don’t even understand it. Like the reality, the light, the fabric of spacetime, the existence of quarks, the whizzing of electrons, the vastness of the cosmos. The complexities at every creation. I can see some of it, but I have a feeling that what I see is not complete. There must be more. Hidden in the unseen. Or it is simply because we don’t have the ability. We are not equipped to imagine it. Our lens will be never smooth and big enough to capture the light beyond the microwave background.

We have progressed by asking the right and wrong questions. By killing the right and wrong beliefs inside people. How can you be so certain when certainties failed to exist? Probabilities is another way of expressing “I don’t know”. The same goes with dark matter, dark energy, graviton, glight, and the expanding universe.

Don’t even ask me about the beginning of it, and how is it before the beginning. Is there even a thing before the beginning? We are trapped by the syntaxes, grammars, and constructors of the way we communicate: languages. That is our limit as humans. Imagination is our guide. Follow the trace and you shall lost. Follow the revelation then you will be enlightened.

Humans form groups. Groups stay because of something in common. I propose there is nothing common beyond us. Try to look around and try again years later. You will perceive same objects but with different perceptions. How is that possible? Apparently, humans can change, for the better or the worse. Apparently, humans learn from mistakes, only to change or to do it again but worse. Apparently, everything is dynamic. The miraculous dynamic that follows a certain degree of order, governed by the mother nature. The abstraction is well hidden beneath a blanket that is so far away from our reach.

Walk on. You may get closer to it. And if you are fortunate enough, it will be there at your fingertips, a drop of water, that is enough to nourish and nurture, as you have reached the end that leads into an eternal new beginning. You will remember the collections that you used to call as memories, emerging from the precious life that you once had. Fortunate enough to have it all. Lucky enough to be spared. Sow now and smile when the time to reap has come. I hope you have a safe trip back home. I pray we will arrive home safely.

This temporary for tomorrow’s eternity. I’ll choose the latter all day long.