yep, that makes sense, but the questions are meant to be the most common ones, asked by the most common, baser, peoples throughout history. like, duhhhh, what are we doing here?
aside from that, i also like white space and gaps to slow the reader, make it feels less oppressive than a wall of black type… i was however asked to remove my breaks and link the paragraphs. that was some time back and ive since left it in that mode. most likely ill change it again but the goal is to have it published as a novel and a series of 9. so it is fairly well up in the air as to how it will ever look when given into the hands of the public.
if you wanna read more of the story, hit me up, or you can just click my page and read them in order.
and yes… good guess on where it will lead.
peace girl
and thanks for the comments.
Sci Fi & Fantasy / manuscript bits and pieces--1 (Analysis)
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PREMISE:
All events - no matter how miniscule, temporal, or, seemingly impossible - are intimately inter-connected.
What this means is…
Every speck of “IT”, “THIS” and “THAT”, (a^2+b^2=c^2), front to back, crisscross, side to side and around again, is the absolute state of simultaneous inter-dependency: the state of Being.
A situation made so effortless and yet many questions have been asked, many times, about the eccentricity in this design.
‘Maybe this is to wheedle out the unworthy?’
‘What if this is too great a task?’
‘Maybe there is no solution?’
‘What if there is a solution?’
‘Maybe it is not to be understood?’
‘What if this is all a dream?’
Needless to say, it’s complicated…
A lot of… “maybiffyness”.
Of course… it wasn’t always as such.
At one point, the whole of space (every instant of time, each speck of matter) was a homogeneous construct. A solitary moment, going about affairs of a day just as smoothly as affairs of millennia and millisecond: synchronized, unconcerned, unknowable and without a single accusatory finger of blame to befuddle the outcome.
But, alas…
The finger came to exist.
An attachment was needed for orchestrating its toils.
This attachment… this, Conductor…? came into being as the human-being: the Man-Animal.
And a fickle fated finger it has turned out to be!
Humanity’s job is to make what it wishes, to live the Story and record its history, once, from beginning to end: thereby creating an endless list of experience to circulate throughout the cosmos and into every moment thereafter—making little bleeps and squeaks here, peeps and creaks there, carving their proverbial initials in a grove of metaphoric tree trunks.
Sometimes it is necessary to re-live and continue the strand from there. The hope being that, one day, we’ll end the dissolution concerning our spiritual prostitution and iron-out a practical solution to this world of questions and convolution - i.e. balance out the equation and solve, “The Problem”.
To better understand this dance-macabre, remember - as all life comes from chaos and advancements are brought forth BY such necessary bigotries - it often happens that one individual’s understanding of this reality equates to a complete misunderstanding of another’s.
Likewise, because of this tiny flaw (something every living creature will endure or enjoy from one degree to another), there is, frequently, much suffering.
Yet, were it not for “free will” (a perfectly calculated imperfection, which allows for error and correction), what would be the point?
By revising perceptions and, thus, recreating existence—the totality of which is little else but a collection of strings and wee points (the warp and weft) woven into a fabric of moments—humanity’s reason for being IS continually reestablished (one block at a time being added to the next, every instant made present and accounted for, hereby.) And all of IT—traveling the astral winds in an infinite number of galactic provinces, destroyed and recreated a trillion times in the span it takes to complete a good sneeze—is perpetuated by nothing more substantial than a memory.
Hence, the real enemy here is a perfectly-perfected order.
Because, that means the end of existence,
…and who would want that?
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So what will be the story used to narrate this premise? Curios. I am interested to see what you develop to drive this premise and theory into a story.
Also, it is quite difficult to rate (on a writing site) a manuscript that is the concept behind a story, but not the story itself.
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I actually really like this. I’m excited to see what I’m assuming will be your version of our demise due to order or whatever it is that is the opposite of our folly in the search for truth. Or whatever. I like it! It flows. I would suggest paragraph breaks in any new ideas, just because people like white space in their reading. It’s much less dense.
My one critique would be the questions after the first paragraph. I think more profound questions would mesh better with the deepness of what follows, if that makes sense. anyway, looking forward to reading more, good luck.
Did you mean “weed out the unworthy?”
Was the use of the word wheedle intentional? Does an unworthy get the opportunity to wheedle, and perhaps opt-out?
I need to know.
Ok, so the finger came to exist. Was it a thumb? Hitch-hiking through eternity? An index finger- wagging a “no, no!”. A middle finger? (needs no elaboration) What finger was it? And since hands did not exist yet, is the point moot?
I have to, have to read the rest of this.
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