Hey, losers I hope you are not baffled and tensed by the last article I wrote. As a matter of fact, if you are, trust me you're on the right trajectory. If not, well, you came to the right place. Now, if you gaze at the title again, the first thing that may strike you is that how is it possible for something to be in a haze of both knowledge and doubt. I bet you cannot recall meeting a person and knowing literally nothing about his/her personality, appearance or behavior. Your mind always picks up as much information as possible about anyone you meet or anything you interact with in your general vicinity. That is actually an asset which our brain has developed since the dawn of evolution. Information is what makes your chances of survival or domination, if you may, rise. And that too exponentially. You may call it a survival instinct. Basically, you can never not know about your surroundings. Every vital information finds its way to your brain. Drawing upon what we have just discovered, it may dawn upon you that we humans do actually have a fair edge over other species of life on Earth. And that's a well known fact, but trust me when I tell you that we have merely just sniffed on an infinitesimally thin slice of this loaf of cosmic bread. During the centuries we have discovered a lot of 'stages' on which 'almost' everything we know about the observable universe performs the Ultimate Dance of the very existence of the universe. You may remember The Spectator from the previous article, well, he is not alone. He has an assistant just like Sherlock Holmes does. But unlike Dr. Watson, the Spectator's assistant has revealed his identity to one and only one entity. The Spectator himself. And that, folks, is The Familiar Stranger as far as our understanding is concerned. (All of this might be a bit puzzling to get a grasp of the topic, but believe me, it only gets better.). But who or what is this stranger anyway? (Hint: it's always around the universe, permeating through everything bit of it.). TIME. Our minds have been so much suffused with the concept of time being a measure which is in it's entirety based on a device called a clock or a watch that whenever someone asks you about what time is it, you instantly have a picture in your mind which depicts a watch or a clock. Now, try picturing when I ask you about WHAT TIME IS? (Did you get a jolt of blank-ness? Like a needle shattering through your window of logic and piercing through your head? You're not the only one.). Most of the people who tried to explain the concept of time in it's purest form ended up revolutionising the way we look up at the heavens and wonder about what's up there. Sadly none of them actually reached the ultimate final answer. And this not at all means that we never gained any insight to the heart of the matter. And definitely not that all of those great men did it philosophically. Rather, numerous drawing boards were filled with beautiful yet mind boggling equations as a trail to the final answer. Democritus, Aristotle, Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking, Paul Dirac, Brian Greene. Just to name a few. (And FYI, Brian Greene is still alive and working really hard to achieve this goal, which I myself am willing to take over.). Now, what follows is what I realized is and was happening: The Spectator doesn't want any other consciousness whatsoever to even have a sneak-peek at the face of his assistant or him. (For example: Albert Einstein was scribbling the 'sentences' to the answer on the walls of his death bed.). Had he been more careful about his health, our understanding of the cosmos would have slingshot a few decades in just a year. But it's just lame to ponder upon events that cannot be reverted. Sadly. On the bright side, however, we have this golden opportunity to look for the answers ourselves and get a good grasp of the features of this 'stranger'. A relevant phrase would be Wolf in a sheep's hide. Basically meaning that it gives you full degree of freedom to do everything you need to decypher the code, while keeping a track of your actions and the instant you have a good grip over it, it slips out and you have to start anew. It basically shoves you into a prison of doubt, bafflement and confusion. And not to forget to mention that that prison is the present. In the end I'm going to leave you with some questions to ponder upon (should you care) for these continue to be some of the biggest and crucial unknown fibres to construct a fabric of the cosmos through our understanding: (Good luck with these.).
Why do we remember the past but never the future? Why does an egg break but never unbreak? What is TIME? Why is there a Spectator? What does he do in free time? Just WHY is there a universe? (Note: none of these is a trick question.). Later.