Beyond Narratives

afeteria food is decent and not some toxic experimentation of the cafeteria lady which seems to be popular in public schools, also they have a lot of heavy machinery like Electron Microscopes or the Hadron Colliders for me to exploit which I probably don need now considering I can Percieve the very fabric of Space-Time itself, much less particles that resides within it no matter how small they may be.

Something that I had actually been unconsciously doing is Percieving Everything I want to see be it on infinitely big or small no matter where they are across Space-Time, which is how I witness the whole Causality even if I just stayed in one instance of it.

Maybe I had taken it too much for granted that I am able to do so as I would with my eyes, it just seems natural to me afteralll.

I mean, being able to warp Space-Time itself seems pretty illogical considering there doesn seem to be no other reason I could do so besides the fact that I am what I am.

Ive explored every quantum particle on my body and everything that makes me up, and its no different than a normal humans yet here I am.

Thus sitting on my chair I continue to pretend watching the clouds outside on the window beside me, when really, Im just playing with balls.

Balls known as Stars, particularly those unobservable one on the far reaches of deep space beyond the observable Universe.

Collapsing them as I turn their hydrogen core to iron then fusing thousands of them to a massive black hole or a neutron star, which I then warp smaller yet much denser till it became the size of a basket ball yet could collapse a whole supercluster.

Hmm…

Free will does come in great paradoxes and subtleness…

Or so I thought while squashing stars like those squishy balls one would use to donate blood to pump more of it.

Before I could do as I please with Space-Time and possibly Reality which it is the Continuum of, I always thought I am here because I was forced by Causality and void of my own choices, predetermination…

Yet just as of now, when I chose to remain here, within Space-Time and Causality despite having the freedom to just leave and do whatever I want and I know I can convince myself that it matters not, I find myself going with the flow as I just sit here playing with balls for no reason, not that Anything have a reason of Existing or being there.

I guess everything really is up to Perspective, and I shall be the master of my own Perspective from now on, the forces of worries which occupies my Mind is no more.

I guess being depressed is as equally meaningless as being not at all.

If its all the same anyway, then I will be what I want to be.

No longer am I watching a movie unfold before my eyes, I am now in control.

…

*Denggg-!*

When the 1st period has ended, I climbed up to the usual rooftop.

Sitting on the ledge of the cemented rails after casting a light refraction barrier around me, I gaze at the grand blue sky on the horizon.

Expanding the 5-minute we had between classes to go to the next into Eternity, I stopped the flow of Time.

Manipulating the photons to reflect upon my eye so I may gaze upon the world, and the air molecules around me so I could breathe.

After having the ability to bend Space-Time and all that it contains to my Will, Ive become able to view the world from an Objective Perspective…

…And I came here to doubt that after the epiphany earlier.

You see, whenever I came into what I thought was an objective view, Im gazing at infinity as I would by my preconceived notion of what would objective infinity be like.

Bastardized by my own human-gained knowledge, I guess I can never see beyond what a human can in a way.

Heres a curious question to illustrate, its ineffability of it…

What does it feel like to be born with absolutely no senses?

In a very hypothetical situation in which a child was born void of any Senses, they can see and even darkness was not of their concept to gaze at, touch brought not of heat or cold nor was direction present brought by gravity, hear not even of silence as the concept was of no accessibility any vibrations can be felt, taste not the saliva in their mouth or know the tastelessness of it.

The question is, What of their Reality?

So, to be more specific, what Im really asking is: What do you think this someones Perspective is like?

How would their mind work?

Or do they even have anything at all?

Humans, beyond your senses, what are you?

Bags of flesh that know Nothing?

If Perception or the Senses was changed to something Completely Different, would Reality or the Knowledge that we possess still be the same?

I wonder, if I have the right Perception, would I understand what I am?

See the conundrum here is Ive lived as a human my whole life, with no reference at all to what it is like being beyond it as everything that I will ever come up with is derived from the Narrative of a human.

Sigh…

I guess that is the only say to find out huh…

*Swoossh…*

The vessel containing my Human Narrative became Nothing as it disintegrated to quantum particles..