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the universes intersect in the center of consciousness of all living things.
The sparkles of life occur at the intersection, they occur because of the
intersection. What this means is that the same sparkle that is in a Homer
is also in the other universe. And where it is in the other universe, it
is also alive, by definition.“This other universe, the one that intersects inside my head, inside your head, inside the consciousness of all living things, does not have solid matter. It does not have the same laws of physics; it is made of stuff that we can’t even conceive of as long as we believe in our own reality. That universe is driven by the imagination. The beings there live out of their imagination. They are created by imagination. The energy that drives them, their ‘food,’ is learning, new learning, the discovery of knowledge, the creation of new ideas, visions, or anything that is new. I call the beings from that universe, the Eunices. “Sometime in the history of our universe, perhaps right from the beginning, the Eunices became aware of this other universe that runs through the center of their consciousness, this other place and this other being to which they are connected, our universe. They also become aware of the life forms that the Homers have created. They recognize the power of the sensory input from these life forms in discovering new ideas, new possibilities, new ‘food’ to power their beings. They start inhabiting the life forms along with the Homers, looking out of the eyes, listening with the ears, feeling with their skin. Or, rather, they began paying attention to this universe. Since they intersect within the consciousness of anything that’s alive, they were there all the time. They just hadn’t recognized us, as we, still, have not recognized them. “So, you end up with a Homer and a Eunice in every living thing. The Homers are careful, logical, interested in making life forms do practical things sufficient to keep them running and reproducing. They are also possessive, deceptive, and secretive. They want power, and control. “The Eunices are interested in new, new, new. They want change; they want diversity; they want to find out everything and anything. They don’t care about practicality, and they don’t care about usability. They don’t really care about the health or happiness of the life forms that they inhabit as long as they can get what they want.” Jeanie was wrinkling her brow in earnest concentration. “This strange place is in my head with strange people maybe looking in? That’s scary! How can something intersect me and you and not be in between us? How can they have all their stuff spread out … places and people and things, and I can’t see them? That doesn’t make any sense.” “Eh, nuts. I’m getting into physics just when I wanted to skip it. Maybe we can look it up in the encyclopedia, or on the Internet. Scientists do believe that there are dimensions beyond the four that we are aware of. And, you’ll have to admit, there’s a lot of space inside your head when you are reading a book or making up your own stories.” “That’s true. Do you think I’ve been looking into their universe?” “Mmmm. Probably not, but there is stuff that’s solid, and there’s stuff that’s not so solid, and then there’s stuff that’s not solid at all.” “What’s not solid? The Homers must be solid since they’re here, or I’m solid so something that’s alive is solid.” |
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neither the Homers nor the Eunices are solid. They are the energy of life.
Your body is just a vehicle that they have developed in order to have a
better look at the universe. Sort of like a car or a camera or a microscope.
The body is a tool that they made so they can do things. They fixed is so
that old bodies die so they can make new, and better ones.” “Who makes better ones? How do they do it?” “Well, the Homers are practical and cautious. They try to keep things the same. They like control. The Eunices want the bodies to change all the time. By tinkering with DNA and by making people (or any living body) do nutty, irrational things, they cause a lot of disruption in the world. Some of it is for the better, some of it doesn’t turn out so well. “Oh my. I’ve gone on quite a bit. Time for you to make me prove that this is all believable. The way the game works, it’s now your turn to make me give you reasons to believe in what I’ve said, and, especially, to point out any things that make it impossible to believe.” Jeanie frowned as she considered the meaning of Lily’s story. “Why do the Homers let the Eunices come inside my head? Do they like each other?” “They don’t really have any choice since the universes intersect inside of each other. The Homers can’t get rid of the Eunices, but the Eunices can’t get rid of the Homers, either. Sometimes they like each other. Sometimes they don’t. The Homers have found out that they benefit from the discoveries that the Eunices make in their constant quest for new knowledge. The Eunices, of course, are benefiting from the use of the life forms that the Homers have created, but they also benefit from the restraint and organization of the Homers. They have come to recognize that the bodies that they occupy work much better if they are cared for properly. So, it’s a partnership of sorts.” “Okay. I think that makes sense. Would it be all right if I took some time to think about this and then asked more questions? It’s just the beginning of the game, and you’ve had your idea all thought through already.” “Oh, by all means. This is a pretty complicated beginning. I should have remembered that. I got so interested in the story, that I made it all confusing right from the start. I’m sorry, sugar. Think about what I’ve told you so far, and we’ll continue the game later today, if you still want to. Are you ready to go for a hike?” “Ready when you are.” Jeanie was on her feet and down the steps before Lily had gotten out of her chair.
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his
summer, Jeanie had been dismayed to find that great aunt Lily was unable
to go on the strenuous hikes that she had enjoyed in the years before.
Lily claimed she was getting a little bit “tippy.“ She was cautious
and even fearful when going down steep hills or crossing streams. Because
of the slow pace, there was plenty of time for Jeanie to wander off the
trail and investigate anything that caught her attention. Great aunt Lily
never seemed to get tired of answering the child’s steady stream
of questions. They both accepted, without question, any answer that made
logical sense, given the evidence at hand. Lily had made it clear, from
the first time Jeanie began her summer visits, that she could not remember
more than the broad outline of her science education, and that any answers
given were quite possibly incorrect. Anything that was of particular interest
was researched after the fact in her much used, and very out of date encyclopedia.