The House That Zelmo Built

"Movement in Time A B . . Space-point A effects space-point B and vice versa. This requires a time, for every effect has to cover a distance. Successive time-points would merge together. With its effect, A no longer impacts on the B of the first moment.

What does this mean: B still exists, and A exists, too, when they meet? That would mean above {all} that A remains unchanged at this and that time-point. But then A is not an effective force, for this cannot remain the same; for that would mean, it had not been effective.

If we take that which has an effect in time, then that which is effective in the smallest moment in time is distinct. This means: time proves the absolute non-persistence of a force. All laws of space are therefore thought as timeless, that means they must be simultaneous and immediate.

The whole world at a stroke. But then there is no movement. Movement labours under the contradiction that it is constructed according to the laws of space and makes those very laws impossible through the assumption of a time: i.e. it is and it is not at the same time.

Here we can help by assuming that either space or time = 0." ~ Time-Atom Theory: Nachgelassene Fragmente, Early 1873




A while back, a little over six years ago to be exact, I developed a theory about the space-time continuum as it relates to our earthly demise and how that in and of itself relates to our living, breathing world. What happens to us when we die?

After Einstein had galvanized his theory of mass-energy equivalence into the general psyche of human society, it opened up all kinds of doors to outside-the-box concepts regarding the supernatural, or things outside of our general perception of nature.

No, I'm not drunk or smoking fucking weed, bitches. Over the years I've had a few brushes with death, and after a while when you experience that shit enough times, it gets you thinking about death in an entirely new light. It becomes less of a fearful subject and more of a fascinating subject. The scary part about it also becomes the most beautiful part, and that is that we all experience it eventually. It's as natural as fucking breathing or taking a shit. It might be ugly at times, but at other times it is peaceful or even refreshing...because who hasn't taken a good dump in their lives? Be honest with yourself, asshole.

When you die, you don't go to any kind of heaven or hell. You instead wander around in some weird kind of limbo where you can fuck around with the living if you want. You instigate all the shit that happens in their lives, both good and bad. You become that little voice inside their heads telling them where to find their car keys or what dark street not to walk down at night because there's some mugger or rapist down there waiting for them in the bushes. Or you're telling the clerk which lottery ticket to give you, or telling the cop to go and get a donut along the route where you're about to get jumped by a gang, or the tow truck driver should go for a drive right along the route where your car is going to break down, shit like that. People who you've known in your life and who pass on before you do the same shit for you or to you.

Sequential time doesn't exist in this limbo either, meaning that all time exists at one point, like what Nietzsche said with that time-atom theory bullshit.

This would explain all the ghostly shit that people see sometimes, or the "miracles" that happen in their lives. This doesn't negate the existence of any kind of God. It just means that shit isn't always as divine as people like to think that it is. Sometimes it seems like there's too much convenient shit going on in life that can't always be left up to chance.


No, I don't have all the answers, but I sure as hell am not afraid to ask the fucking questions.