It’s About Time
What used to be a rock-solid reality for human beings was the concept of space and time—a comforting story of belonging to team humanity.
Now unified as one cohesive unit, a monumental shift in the material paradigm of an ephemeral dream world—a place where everyone knows your name—what once was has now been empirically proven to be, like everything else, a subjective, conjured-up theory.
Welcome to the phantasmagorical world of spacetime—instantiated by a magical spell—crafting the surreal story of a Shōwa-era gyaru, known as TBG.
A colossal dream—you can touch, run, jump, and feel things—follow the sun as a personal movie plot in an ethereal zone, all of it seemingly viscerally real.
The quality of qualia is the name of the game in an infinite quantum zone known as Chin Wa Yorogo Nari—a phantasmagorical place on an archipelago somewhere in Japan
A bifurcated, civilized society, shaped by ancient rituals as models for the neo-clan, and how to engage with Seity is the ultimate game plan.
Indeed, there are rules to this dream—like space (where things are) and time (when things happen)—but they aren’t as real as they seem.
Space—an enormous empty box—and its bosom buddy Time, appear as a never-ending, flowing stream toward a mysterious White Hole only known as ΩNE.
The crux of this consequential matter is that the newly anointed spacetime bends and twists like a soft blanket—where exceptionally heavy things, like planets and stars reside—how’s that for a surreal ride?
When digging into the deepest reaches of the quantum micro-world, spacetime behaves bizarrely—as has now been empirically shown.
Time no longer makes sense—as things in different places communicate instantly.
Nothing has a definite “here” or “now” until observed—collapsing the quantum phenomenon into a reality material field.
This monumental paradigm shift suggests that space and time are mere abstractions—conjured up by the human mind.
Somewhat akin to a video game whim—it creates worlds that vanish when the dashboard of reality powers down, truly it’s quite the thing.
The burning question remains—why do humans sleep?
A mysterious network of invisible, vibrating connections shifts and dances behind the scenes—to check the veracity of this primal notion—consult your personal Seity.
Harken back to the days of sitting in the industrial education fray—an indoctrination center—where system clones were fed mindless drivel from the foaming lips of frayed government employees.
Time crawled—as system clones parroted motley material from moldy secondhand textbooks, nary a nook or crannie to explore.
Thirty-six hundred eternal seconds—that math class hour—how slow can time crawl when trapped in the mental asylum of wasted classroom days?
Like all things in this ephemeral dream, that long-anticipated maiden flight to Japan in Shōwa 61 is now a faded life-journey scene, life goes by so very quickly.
Life flows—the end always nigh—and soon, you too will enter the final scene of your personalized movie and this dream, now is the time to create a dream inside this dreams, all things are possible if you only believe.