Screaming

The Screaming Page will feature stuff that doesn't really fit into any of the other categories I'm offering. Mostly this stuff is just my nonsensical ramblings, so if you're one of those types that doesn't get of the wall gibberish, maybe you should go and look at one of the other pages? Or better yet, a different website? I'm pretty much an 'off the wall gibberish', guy, I'm afraid. If you want good common sense, I recommend Rene Descartes or George Orwell.

The universe is, for want of a better term, big. It’s also a paradox. All at once, the universe is infinite and expanding. This is possible, of course, because contrary to popularly held beliefs of its inhabitants, the universe is not the only such thing in existence.

The multiverse, of which our universe constitutes less than a fraction, is truly infinite – it has no beginning and no end, it is all at once nothing and everything. A swirling fugue of nothingness and existence, the multiverse contains everything that is, everything that once was and everything which is every possible.

Within the multiverse, there are an infinite number of universes, roughly of the same quasi-infinite size as our own, each one possessing an infinite number of parallel universes. It is within these universes that all events and actions take place, all beings are born and die, and existence in all its form and splendour unfolds before the eye.

I crossed the road the avoid them. Deliberately. My fellow human beings, it seemed, we’re nothing more than something undesirable – something to be avoided.

Of course, this was hardly a new experience for me – I’d long since learned that if I didn’t avoid the mobs of them I’d be beaten into a pulp, and decided shortly thereafter that it was better to run the risk of being something of an elitist, rather than winding up lying on the sun-cooked concrete with the taste of my own blood on my lips.

It was their fault, anyway. At least, that’s what I told myself. Not just in this one instance, but every time. They were to blame: of course they were.

I didn’t really bear any ill-feelings towards them – okay, they wore clothing I thought looked, frankly, stupid, listening to music with no discernable tune and hung about in back alleys and on street corners harassing people like me, as far as I could tell, because they had little or nothing better to do – but still, I didn’t feel any resentment towards them.

No, I wouldn’t avoid them, given the choice. Not at all, I would be perfectly happy to walk through their crowd with my head up high. The only reason I didn’t, or at least the only such reason that wasn’t buried deeply in the dark recesses of my subconscious mind, was that I would be beaten up if I tried it.

One of them shouted something to me. I ignored it. That isn’t to say that I didn’t let the insult bother me, that I was too much the grown-up to rise to it – I simply didn’t hear it. This is, of course, completely untrue. Of course I heard it, but the simple fact was I didn’t take in what was said – it was just a noise. It meant nothing.

I kept my head down and walked by, a stone – I think it was a stone at least, to be honest I didn’t bother to look, so I’m not one hundred percent sure – whistling past me as I went.

This would be soul destroying, I thought, if it didn’t happen every day.