coincidence Inevitability

-“Not a straight line”, Sheikh Ruslan said in a loud voice, amid the noise of the iron locks opening. ” Have you ever read a novel whose events jump between the past, the present, and the future at once?”

Robert was satisfied with looking at him suspiciously, he did not understand his intent!

-Ruslan: Not a river, Robert, nor a straight line. We have always looked in the wrong direction.

The Sheikh smiled with confidence, “go ahead”.

They walked down a small corridor decorated with Ottoman inscriptions, at the end of which was a reception hall with its possession, its furniture, all in the old Ottoman style, a mural frequented only by a select group of men, carefully chosen.

If my mom knew where I was right now, she would go crazy! Neither the Ottomans nor Muslims are guilty, but for some reason, my mother decided to blame all human beings, maybe she is true, maybe all humanity is responsible for these SINS. The Holocaust is not Hitler’s fault alone.

Robert the grandfather, his maternal grandfather, is a national hero at least in the eyes of those who know his story and perhaps in the eyes of all who will one day hear it from all their different faiths, beliefs, and ideologies. His grandson should not enter the religious stronghold of a sect of a different religion!

More than 11 million Jews were massacred in genocide (Holocaust) by Nazi Germany and its Allies during World War II between 1941 and 1945 at a rate of 7,500 Jews per day! A massacre recorded in history is one of the dozens, perhaps hundreds or thousands, that it does not remember.

When human beings become mere figures, and a man kills his fellow man, to whom he is supposed to be the closest creature in the universe, in a genocidal scene, simply because he is of another race, religion, or color!

Where did this evil come from?

One Polish Jew had a different story from the stories of millions of others.

The 12-year-old, his round face stained with mud, dust glazed with brown hair, and blue eyes shed tears, standing next to his father, at the Auschwitz-Birkenau genocide camp in occupied Poland, one of the many extermination camps that Hitler established in Poland, Belarus, Serbia, Ukraine, Croatia, and many others under the name of “Final Solution “.

In a long line of people, half-naked, waiting for their turn to be burned, a Nazi officer came forward. He said with arrogance directing his words to the father, “you Jews are cowards! I have not seen the most cowardly of you on earth! Behold, you know that you hold the hand of your son, that you walk with him to the crematorium, all who stand know, without one of you moving a finger!”

 The insignificance of this moment was interrupted by another officer who called out, “Helmut.” We don’t have all day.”

The father remained, holding his son’s hand, tightening it. The son looked at the father as if the same question was in his mind, his eyes begging,

-why don’t you move a finger, Dad! Why don’t you do something to save me!

The father clasped his hand, crying silently, looking around, at hundreds of heavily armed soldiers, nowhere to run.

The son understood what his father wanted,

-with desperate looks in his eyes, “if we try to escape now, we are dead, you will die, my son, if you try, but in this long line, we still have hope.”

They march in no hurry to the massacre, the soldiers push them forward, the smell of death is everywhere, the tears of the son are pouring down, he pulls his hand, there are only four people left in front of them, their turn is coming, the cries of human beings rise and then a sudden silence.

A gun in the father’s back pushes him forward, he left his son’s hand, hoping that he may somehow live, and another gun pushes his son too,

Helmut’s voice shouts one word, move, move.

But there is something who has another opinion, hope plays its role, in the most bizarre way!

The voice of the officers in charge broke the noise of death,” you boy, come here.” The boy went towards, he could hardly walk, his feet trembling. he grabbed him by the hand and dragged him behind him away from the massacre.

Please let them release my father too, please, the boy wished that his trembling lips would obey him and he would shout it out.

The father watched him walk away with a helpless smile, my son lived, perhaps for a while. The son looked behind him and his father’s eyes are calling him, hope, son, hope, faith in it and He will not leave you.

In a moment of fate, he woke up from his drunkenness after a wild night, and in his arms was a Polish babe, who made him feel as if he had slept with a woman for the first time last night! Insanely sexy, do things the devil would not think of! He looked around, bottles of wine everywhere, a broken table,

-“last night it was fine, what happened to it”, he asked the girl

-She laughed shyly with half her eyes closed: do not you remember, you stud! You were on top of me on this table, you crashed down, we fell down, I begged you to stop and you did not, like nothing happened.

Father and son are in the middle of the line, advancing toward the crematorium

-The girl went on top of him, clasped his hands:” I want you tonight too, repeat everything you did yesterday.”

– Looking at the broken table: We need to get a new one then.

 Father and son heading toward death

Their laughter erupted, and the woman asked,

-Do you know what I want?

 -what? Ask for anything, I won’t turn you down as long as these tables break.

-With demonic shyness, she said: I want a Jewish servant, I have always hated them and wanted to humiliate them. My father was an employee of a Jewish money changer, he insulted him a lot, and I always wanted to take revenge on them.

-Do you have any specifications?

-No, a boy or a girl, it does not matter, I will take revenge anyway

The officer “Helmut” speaks to the father, asking him the question arrogantly, and the father is clasping his son’s hand

He got up unhurriedly, entered the bathroom, washed, went out, and dressed up, she prepared him a cup of coffee, lit his cigarette, drank his cup, kissed her cheeks gently, came out, and walked towards the crematorium queue.

It is their turn

He called the first boy he found in front of him, “Come, you are my girlfriend’s servant.”

– “If he did not drink a cup of coffee if he did not drink it slowly! If he was a step late or a step forward, he would have arrived and another boy was waiting for his turn in my place, and his eyes would have fallen on someone else”, as Grandfather always said, God’s power saved me.

He did not trace the chain of the past more than this, but Robert Jr., the physicist, always thought of the story of his grandfather watching the clouds and their movements, and thinking about this randomness around us, what if we followed the chain beyond a cup of coffee?! If the officer had not drunk if he had not taken that Polish woman as his girlfriend if my grandfather had not remained in Poland after the occupation, what if….

What is certain is that what happened related to my grandfather’s past and that of the officer, things that happened through their pasts that made them be the right people for this moment, if anything had changed, no matter how simple, the whole scene would have changed.

It is not about coincidence, coincidence does not exist, everything is causal, cause and caused to happen, a series of causes actually come final (the direct cause) and then the result. There must be a causative zero.

What exhausted his thinking was, is this zero to be traced since their birth! Or is it a pivotal stage in their past?

coincidence! It is only an indicator to measure our ignorance and our knowledge, the more data we are able to collect about a phenomenon, the more we know and are certain of it, and the greater our chance of predicting its behavior, our chance of anticipating its behavior increased, and coincidence became on its sidelines.

The less data we have about the phenomenon, the greater our ignorance about it, the greater our uncertainty about it, and our inability to anticipate its behavior. And when its results surprise us, we conquer the cause with an incomprehensible superpower we call coincidence, and sometimes luck. Whereas coincidence is inevitable, like anything else, if determinism exists, it is part of it. Our failure to anticipate its inevitability is the reason we came up with its idea.

My grandfather walked a path through the past, and the officer walked a different path, and met at a point of intersection, the moment the server was chosen, this is a point of junction. But was there a point in the past that inevitably caused it to arrive at this moment, a point or points that if we change it inevitably changes the scene, while other points, the scene does not necessarily change if they change!

He called it the hypothesis of inevitable intersection points, which are those points through the past in human paths that will inevitably take them to another intersection, such as the intersection between his grandfather and the officer. The scene will inevitably change if we change it, while it is not necessary to change if we change the rest of the points.

-Certainly, the past of my grandfather and the past of the officer are what led them to this intersection, but it may not be the whole past, it may be the points of the inevitable intersection only, a slight modification, perhaps it is essential, on the chaos theory.

The inevitable butterfly flutters.

Another question: Is chaos able to repair itself? What if we changed something in the past? Is it possible for chaos to rebalance and arrange events to get the same result?

Wait, what if the officer did not drink the cup of coffee? what if he did not have his shower? What if he woke up early that day? then he reached the queue for the crematorium and my grandfather was still in the middle of it? Was it random to adjust the scales so that the officer’s eyes fell on the middle of the queue and saw my grandfather as well?

Perhaps the answer lies hidden somewhere between the points of inevitable intersection, a chaotic reset of the scene.

Thoughts out of the dozens of crazy of them that Chaos Theory has opened up for them.

What if my grandfather did not tell me his story! What if he died before I was born! Would I have been staring at the stars at night thinking about his past! Would I get attached to physics? Would I have had these thoughts?

Then would I have been here standing in this mystical angle?! Maybe it is not me who should my mother be angry with! At the end of these paths, the crossover occurred, not to save my grandfather in

At the end of these paths, the intersection occurred, not only to save my grandfather but to get Helmut the answer to his question, why are you so cowards? He will get the answer, with a lesson he will never forget for the last 60 seconds of his life.

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