There is a physicist that draws our attention and so we zoom in on this physicist and draw him into our story. Our physicist is famous and has global acclaim for his findings in space, time and matter. He is making headway in his findings of the origin of the world. He says the world has already made progress in making small particles time travel.
Beyond the superficial, he knows black holes and quite intimately, he is investigating how they behave and how matter (like humans), larger than small particles can time travel through black holes.
Our physicist is extraordinary. He is a physicist at the fore of cross-disciplinary researches at the brink of unprecedented discoveries of the milky way. He and co-relentless minds as his are what the world needs to discover the hidden nature of the earth and unveil the attitude of constellations far beyond our reach.
He is in constant search for knowledge and deep insights about existence and life. He represents everything wanted in a mind that probes and inquires. He is what the world needs to encounter further breakthroughs in space but he is no religious fanatic.
His findings in time, space and matter are factual, they are based on foundational principles that the universe is etched on. And over and over, his theories have been proven. With the aid of yardsticks that would fall theories built on shaky fulcrums, his theories have been substantiated.
In search of truth and the infallible tenets that pillar the universe, his works have been subjected to the most critical peer reviews and have been substantiated from diverse corners of the globe by the most adept mathematicians, academicians, physicists and astronomers.
Despite his many invaluable discoveries and contributions to knowledge, he's got tons of questions that he's yet to collect answers for. He philosophizes that the responses to his many unanswered questions already exist in some void and he is only yet to collect their answers.
The void is name for many things. The void is name for what the world swirls in yet is oblivious to. For thousands of years, the world swam in the laws of universal gravitation but didn't come to realize it until Newton pulled the laws from the void and showed it to the world.
The void is name for many things but for our physicist, the void is name for what homes the answers to his questions. The void is the fountain that pours clarity, the void is that sage that teases with bouts of knowledge. The void is archive of answers spun in spiral arrays for worthy and audacious decipherers.
Our physicist is an answer collector and has only gotten to where he is today by virtue of the few answers he has now gotten to some of his many questions.
He wonders that if he should get to time travel, would he be able to glean discoveries for the science of the future? So that he can return within a different pocket of time to share insights that'll help halt climate change and alter aging through reversed apoptotic manipulation.
Our physicist is a basket of questions. He wonders if his discoveries would fast track space exploration, spur the colonization of Mars and reduce the suffering in this world. He wonders where his dead father is and aside from rotting in his grave, if he is elsewhere.
Our physicist wonders what is and isn't. He wonders if aliens are, if they have tapped into voids of higher orders, if their civilization has discreetly impacted ours and if they perceive humans as hostile.
Our physicist is an envelope of enquiries. He wonders what leaves bodies when they turn lifeless and suddenly begin to turn cold. He wonders if ghosts exist and what they are made up of. He wonders that should he find an alien, would he be able to talk the alien into discussing the origin of aliens and sharing deep scientific insights that are difficult to fathom.
Our physicist is well-versed in the works of other physicists. After all, he has only paved a way by ascertaining existing principles and building on them. Thus, he is a rider on the horse of the successes of past physicists. On numerous instances, he has lit up the dark night by making campfires in the works of Hawking and Newton and other greats.
And so he would draw from the volumes of Einstein and his colorful creations in special and general relativity and the theories of it. He would re-tale how the world knew energy, its unit but never painted energy through its landscapes of mass and speed. Thus, energy was no alien but its components in this regard were the void. These constituents of energy remained voids until Einstein caught the voids in his pouch and divulged to the world that energy equals mass multiplied by squared speed.
As acclaimed, Einstein's theory of everything was poised to create an inroad into God. And had Einstein before his demise, completed his Theory of Everything, our physicist in question would have known if God is. But as it stands, he is unperturbed about if God exists and he seeks the completion of the theory of everything for a laudable reason other than an inroad into God.
Our physicist is a strange man and so on his own terms he seeks to orchestrate a rendezvous between himself, a ghost and an alien and so he wonders that should ghosts and aliens truly exist, what would communicating with them be like. Still, he is unperturbed by the question of the existence of God and he doesn't know if God is.
Someday when his demise embraces him, he will be on his death bed. He would reminisce about his global honour and why in spite of his many discoveries and acclaim, the void of some unknown gnaws at him. Maybe at this time, the void will wear the skin of an old bloke, peer through his window pane and whisper responses of the demise of bodies; say why when humans leave their bodies, the bodies turn lifeless and suddenly grow cold.
And maybe at this time he would be perturbed by the question of the existence of God but until he gets perturbed, may the void continue to hide its face from him.
