Occasionally he heard whispers. Not so
much voices, but a tickle in his ear with meaning.
The rest would likely say demons, but
why would they give him hope?
How would they speak over the most holy
of musics? He doubted very much that everything was as simple as most
seemed to rely on.
When the fundamental forces of the
universe were just as real in the brain, and therefore the mind, who
knows what would could pick up if one was sensitive enough? If one
pondered on the most subtle and impossible of things -- Could not
the patterns made of the synapses be sympathetic to the actual shape
of things?
Angels could hear the inner laugh of a
woman – that was written in the most Holy of books. Why not could
one of men hear the voice of one he holds dear? Even the most basic
of marriages has this happen when one does not speak, yet is heard
anyway. An unseen dance where you know the others moves and thoughts
and words.
If we dream of one another in words and
places we do not know, then who says it's a product of our own mind?
Does not the electricity of the brain produce a field, and is that
field not made from quarks, and do not quarks dance with others of
like through mysterious ways?
The 'random'
foibles of the world, do they not have
merit if guided thusly? Could they not a valid simulation be the the
Urim and the Thummim of a modern age?
Why
must miracles be only of a set type and form and shape? Is not the
Creator creative?
If
the meagre writings of one isolated to give him pleasure would it not
give others merriment?
If
the aim is noble and the motives proved just, should they not come to
light?
When
the world must come to madness, may that madness not have purpose
too?
If
those not conditioned to the ordinary wish to take the stage and
present a lesson, would it not benefit all?
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