We used to think that the Universe was made of small, invisible dots of energy, pushing, turning around and buzzing altogether. And that, through the particular arrangements these took and they way in which they’d bounce against each other, all sorts of physical matter could be produced.
Later on we discovered that the Universe, in reality, is made of small, invisible strings of incredible longitudes. Ones which, in the same fashion as the chords in a violin, change their tone whenever strung and form entangled knots, like quantum spaghetti, that flex and cross within lines. Thus, resonating in the entirety of the spacial set a complex vibrating code that defines any external appearance or characteristic.
Although, after said finding, we enquired that reality was probably composed of small, invisible sheets. That is to say, lots of layers of infinitesimal thinness that undulate at impressive speeds. Call them multiple parallel oceans with wobbly surfaces and wave crests, and whose persistent kisses are expressed as specific material forms.
But, when we analysed our numbers, small, invisible blocks showed up. Ones which change form, squirm and bulge, interlock and unlock, just as they and hit, stagger and leave. Hence forming, through their hubbub, the range of substances that we take for granted.
We were young.
Very young, in fact.
That’s why we allowed the anxiety of youth to take the best out of us in order to hold on to any evidence we had at our face.
Fortunately, humility liberates, because when it comes to truthful matters, we’re not demanding.
And that’s how it was, long ago.
Yet, ever since then, our models have been elevated to an 11-dimensional space, when our additional funding request was rejected and we were asked to evict our cosmic facilities.
Situation we took for good, given that we’re optimistic about the future.
However, this wouldn’t be the real problem, for you must imagine how hard it is to transport 11-dimensional furniture into a 3-dimensional van.
What madness of ours!