Chapter LVII. In A Deep Vacuum

He ran after her, returning to the house where they met Baibars.

– Damn him, even if he worked with powerful government agencies, and forged newspapers, billboards, and the port board, but are the tourists also actors he brought to share his game? Why we are the only ones who see the date 2019? Where are the horses? Where did the stagecoaches go?

They approached the house, he was still at its door, seated on a reed chair, before him a table of reeds, and two empty chairs waiting for them, next to him were two Turkish teapots, one with water and the other concentrated tea, on top of each other, over a quiet fire. It seemed for a moment as if he was that old man who was sitting in front of the house. Ironing shop opposite the mystical angle.

The tea is ready, go ahead, he told them as soon as they got to him.

Alex: What is going on?

Baibars: I told you that you thought we were in the wrong year, and you did not believe it.

He said as he poured the cups of tea, and placed it on the table in front of them.

He looked at Robert: It is your influence, time is interfering with you and her, a struggle within you, not strong enough yet, barely resonating into her, she sees time as you do.

He began to feel scared, Robert’s eyes bulged when he looked at Alex, she had always been so confident of herself, and sure that what was happening to him was an advanced brainwashing process, but now she looked as scared as he was; Her eyes were also bulging, yellowish, her head shaking involuntarily, she looked astonished to Baibars, looks filled with fear and shock, only the sound of her breath coming out of her lips.

-Have you ever asked yourself about the unknown?

Robert is still staring at Alex

Baibars repeated, aloud: Have you ever asked yourself about the unknown?

-Look at him, what do you mean?

-Think, Robert, did this moment already exist, inevitable, or only existed when you lived it? What if all the things around you, the people, the objects, the moments, the knowledge of all kinds, what you see, hear, and feel, do not really exist, and momentary exist, just by thinking of them.

When you bought water from the street vendor an hour ago, did he exist in this world? Or was he only existed when you saw him?

Robert: He was already there, others definitely bought water from him.

Baibars: How can you be sure? How do you make sure that everything you see, hear, and feel was there before? What is the chance of this world being white paper, nothing on it, and as you move around in it, you are drawing it, step by step, you can manipulate it all you want?

He looked at Alex: I apologize, but you are not here, you are the illusion of his imagination, so he is able to manipulate your time as he wants.

He looked at him: as I am not there, as you are not on this island, as this whole world, the universe around you, zero, nothing, two truths with no third Robert, one and zero, life and death, doubt and certainty, existence and nonexistence.

The world around him was blackened, he did not feel his body, he did not have a physical nature that could be seen or touched, but he felt himself present, in the middle of complete darkness, nothing but himself and vacuum. He wanted to talk, scream… with no valid, he could do nothing, except feel himself.

-He panicked: Why am I bigger than everything else? How could I bear being in that little body all this time? He felt his truth, greater than anything of the whole world but all within him, in nothing.

Again, without any preamble, he went back to where he had been, sitting in his chair, but everything around him was still and motionless, Alex, Baibars, everything else, completely still.

An electric current hit his head, his body twitched, he woke up as if he was in a coma; he was still in that mystical corner, his head was in the fountain, he extended his hand behind him, “Give me a tissue”, this time someone put a tissue in his hand. He wiped his face with it, then turned to Ruslan, Sheikh Haqqan was still sitting in his place.

Vertigo in his head, as if everything that happened after that moment was a dream with no reality.

Then suddenly, another electric current, his body twitched again, he woke up in the plane after 12 hours of sleep, as if everything that happened after that was just a dream that has no reality. Natasha was next to him, he knew her well, the first thing he asked about was her name.

-Madam, is your name Natasha?

-Yes, how did you know?

Then, another electric current, finding himself amid the bustle of Jerusalem, tear gas canisters, grabs Robert’s hand and leads him away.

-what! Why am I Mousa? What happened to me!

He screamed at the top of his voice, began to collapse, and then suddenly darkness returned all around him, nothing but himself and a vacuum.

A voice from the unknown speaks to him: This is you, nothing but vacuum and yourself, and everything else in this world, with everything in it, just an illusion you created until the day of your death. The world with everything in it is nothing but the creation of your imagination, or his imagination, or her imagination.

There is no difference between you, you are all one, we are all the product of one illusion, this is an inevitability, you are the one who made it, and you are the one who bears the consequences of arranging it, and on this God will punish you, or reward you.

Then he opened his eyes like a madman, sleeping on his bed in his apartment, in the guise of Robert, after his first night with her, as if everything that happened after her was a dream with no reality, except that she was not by his side.

He shouted: Christen, Christen.

The voice: she does not exist; do you want her? create her if you want her.

Robert hears nothing but the sound of his breath amid complete silence: What is happening to me!

He closed his eyes hard, wanted to sleep, perhaps to return to reality again and get out of this nightmare, then he opened them, on a hill lying on top of a sniper, fired a bullet in the head of the hammer, he felt himself falling dead from the impact of the bullet!

The euphoria of revenge, and the conflict of death, at the same moment.

Then he opened them again on an angelic face, Natasha on his bed in his apartment in Cambridge! She sleeps naked next to him.

His eyes popped, he breathed quickly, his heart almost stopped, looking at his hands, his body.

He jumped towards the mirror, stood in front of it, sweat pouring from his forehead, he shouted loudly

-Why am I Baibars?!

Moments of silence followed, then the voice answered him: Because you are Baibars, we are all one, the product of one illusion, one self.

Dizziness in his head, and again, nothing but himself and the vacuum, then Christine on top of him on the sofa, playing with his hair, “I am yours and I pawn your sign”, he feels the orgasm, Christine’s ecstasy, Robert’s ecstasy in one moment, then a quick snap of his whole life, random disorganized, his childhood, his grandfather’s childhood, the holocaust, and then the vacuum and himself.

The voice: How do you put infinity in the end?

Self: what?

The Voice Again: How do you put infinity in the end?

It is not the first time he has heard something like this, but where?

Yes, in a lecture on fractal geometry, a revolution in geometry, architecture and fractal arts, where the part resembles the whole, but the whole is only one part, repeated, to infinity.

The question then was, how do you put an infinite number of lines inside a triangle without any line intersecting with the other?

The answer is in the fractal, draw an inverted triangle inside the original triangle, then in the inner small triangles, draw smaller inverted triangles, then repeat the matter to infinity, you will still draw an infinite number of lines, inside the original triangle, and no line will intersect with another line. With the technological revolution and computer science, seeing this became possible, the program will continue to draw lines and triangles, without interruption until the end of time.

Another question that swept through the minds, shattered the arrogance of humans and their sense of control and understanding, what is the true length of the road?

In the past, surveyors used to measure the length of any winding road, by driving nails along the road, then stretching one rope between them, and then measuring the length of the rope, and the reason is to take the meanders in the road into account. , And so on.

But the straight line does not really exist, for between every bend and another there are small turns that the engineer decided to ignore, and if he reduces the distance between each spike and the next to one kilometer instead of ten, the length of the rope will increase, a lot, and if he decides to reduce the distance further, to 100 meters, the length of the rope will increase more, and if he reduces it to 10 meters, it will increase.

But what about the distance between the dust particles themselves? They are completely loose, what if we knocked the spikes between them?

And what if we decide to make the distance at the atomic level, i.e., we hypothetically knocked the spikes between the atom, the atoms are not attached to each other, and there are spaces between them, these distances are not taken into account, if we decide to calculate them along the way, then the distance will increase more and more, and even the surface of the atom itself is uneven It has zigzags, what if we took these zigzags and curves into account?

What about the subatomic level? As we continue to take into account the small distances and take seriously those neglected, unimportant details to us, the length of the rope will continue to grow, and so on, to infinity. So, the length of any path is infinite, the length of anything in this world is infinite.

He felt it, he is infinity, his self is infinity, inside an infinite world that does not exist, that he made, invented, and arranged. He felt himself going into a triangle, then smaller triangles, then smaller one, it seemed like it would go on forever, endlessly.

The Self: Why do I feel that I am in a fractal box repeating itself, in which events do not intersect, redrawing itself every time within itself, for eternity.

The voice: Because the whole is just one part, it repeats and repeats. When you look at things from this angle, you realize that size does not matter, absolutely.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, sitting in the house on the island of the princesses, in front of him a cup of coffee and a glass of water, as if he had returned to reality again, or what he thought, unable to move.

-He looked at the servant: What ails me? Damn you, what have you done to me?

Then an electric current hit his head, his body twitched

Then there is nothing, except himself and the vacuum.