Singularity—The Ultimate Emergence of Life

Spacetime

 

Physicists, astronomers, astrophysicists, and all others who gaze at the cosmos to study its mechanics, were dumbstruck in 1905 when special theory exploded the scientific concept of the three-dimensional geometry of the universe.

 

Eleven years later, Schwarzschild’s first modern resolution of general relativity, calculated to its dreadful finality, further astonished the science world.  While science was able to conceive the reality of a four-dimensional universe, it was beyond dumbstruck when it came to the end of spacetime.

 

Even Einstein refused to accept the conclusion of his own equations. He was so overwhelmed and despondent by the inevitability of his own calculations that he would spend the rest of his life trying to refute his own math and preserve his own concept of general theory from the inconceivable pressure and violence at the brink of the event horizon, or at the incredible detonation spark of the Big Bang.

 

Many modern physicists of today feel the same devastating conclusion Einstein felt.  Thus, they seek other conclusions, refuting the math of the past, including Einstein’s, and seek to find other theories that can lead not to answers to the questions they have about the unknown reality we exist in, but just lead to the correct questions they should ask.

 

In other words: modern physicists have become so humbled by the immensity and complexity of the known universe that they no longer believe any of the answers they once thought we knew about it.

 

In the modern age of science, physicists are simply looking for the correct question(s) to ask in order to acquire the most basic answers concerning natural physics.  Whether they use the tetrahedron,or introduce the jewel-like amplituhedron, science is seeking places and new ways to interpret and understand the universe, even at its most basic level.  In the wake of all the chaos, modern science has become blind and deaf.

 

While I do not like to see confusion, preferring to teach and reveal the secrets of life and the universe, I must admit it is comforting to me to see the most brilliant scientific minds left as dumbfounded as a newborn infant when confronted with the end of spacetime and the approach to gravitational singularity.

 

“The ascension to the tenth level of intellectual heaven,” says Nima Arkani-Hamed, describing the ultimate goal of physics, “would be if we find the question to which the universe is the answer, and the nature of that question in and of itself explains why it was possible to describe it in so many different ways.”

 

“It now appears that the answers surround us.  It’s the question we don’t know.”

 

I know the questions and, more importantly, the answers science seeks.

 

Time No More

 

In the end of days, the transcendent Gardener will declare that there should be time no longer.

 

But if time will be no more then, then time is no more now.

 

This is what science fears.

 

It is why science no longer wants to believe their own math as it breaks down at the singularity.

 

Science has stopped trying to conclude and progress toward the singularity.

 

I refuse to stop.

 

I will continue toward the singularity.

 

I will continue toward the unknowable (knowable) question.

 

As science runs from the truth of the math, I do not run away in fear, but take a stand to know the truth.

 

As science runs from the truth of the singularity, I not only embrace its reality, I seek it.

 

As science trembles in dread at the destruction of their laws of physics, I realize the fallacy of resisting the mathematical precision of gravitational singularity.

 

I accept the conception of “time no more” that the transcendent Gardener declares.

 

I live for “time no more.”

 

Singularity

 

I live to exist in the singularity.

 

In the Arimathea Garden, I strive to follow the math toward the singularity.  There, at the feet of the transcendent Gardener, I feel the pressures of life end. I feel pain and sickness expire.

 

In the Arimathea Garden, death is no more.

 

As in the cosmos, spacetime is warped and bent in Arimathea’s singularity.  Time has come to a stop there.

 

Within the amended soil, by the Gardener’s preparation of the seed to the root, I return to an earlier, different place and time.

 

I live a new life that I should’ve lived.

 

Those whom I have loved and lost live again in the soil of my ultimate perfection.

 

I am happy and complete in Arimathea’s singularity.

 

I see myself as I am, not as I was.  I recover the people and things I’ve lost.  I see my greatest hope and treasure in the garden and believe that all things are possible.

 

I believe and I hope.

 

In the singularity at the center of Arimathea’s perfection—even to the end of time—life will never end.

 

Edited by: Crystal Durnan  https://www.animaediting.com

 

Photos: Andre Benz, Jesse Collins, Marten Bjork, Jonatan Pie, Les Anderson

 

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