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In the land of the blind, the one eyed man hath sinned.
By Sam GB Ingrams
Sunday, March 13, 2011

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English Language representation piece on paranoia, limited to 600 words. Will expand on this topic in the near future.

“It is dangerous to be right in matters which the established authority is wrong”

You know who said that? Voltaire. Clever man, Voltaire. He knew what was going on. At least, he thought he did. How wrong he was... how wrong we all were.
You hold in your hands the last written remnant of Professor Daryl Waldner, born 1st June 1982, died today, 3rd July 2035. I write these last words in my final minutes not in explanation but in fear for others. Do not tread the path I have trodden. Ignorance is truly bliss. Even now I can feel the cold chill of death along my spine, the aromatic tingle of hydrogen cyanide coursing through my veins. I must be quick. My time draws near.
The human mind is naturally curious about its surroundings, we have learnt so much about the world from scientists and philosophers attempting to decipher the mind of God so that their descendants may know truly the world in which they live. Little does the average man know, their mind was never constructed to ‘understand’. Perhaps to ‘perceive’. Maybe to ‘explain’, maybe to ‘reason’, never to ‘know’ or ‘comprehend’. Our limited skills in reasoning protect us from the truth, the ultimate truths we must never know.
I came across one such truth, and it led me to despair. For the last year of my life, I have attempted to reason through the truths that I came across, only to descend further into distress and madness. Reality is a lie constructed by none other than ourselves to protect us from the universe. Only by bypassing your perception as I did can you truly understand.
I have destroyed all evidence of my work, and I implore you not to try and replicate my experiments. I was attempting to bypass my own sensory perception through the use of scientific equipment, I shan’t endanger you with the details, suffice to say that something worked. I transcended the bounds of human understanding to discover everything man has ever known is wrong.
The truth of it is (at least, the partial truth- I dare not share the majority of my tale with you) that we are being watched. Always, and never by the things we expect. It’s a well known fact that Britain has more security cameras than the fascist states and that America’s satellites now provide coverage of every centimetre of the planet in stunning detail and complexity. Some may choose to believe that an entirely exterior force is also observing our every move, some kind of judgemental being or entity deciding our worth, an ultimately benevolent being who wants only the best from us.
Through reason we arrived at these conclusions, reason, belief, evidence, disability of the mind.
They move in the shadows, just beyond our own abilities of sight, but always in sight in forms so unimaginable we choose not to see. They observe us, as we observe microbes in Petri-dishes. They talk to us, but in manners so extraordinary that our simple constructs may not hope to ever hear them. They speak to us of wonderful things, terrific things, terrible things, beyond our imagination, so beyond our comprehension. Their hunger is insatiable. They feed on us. On our life energies, on the very ignorance that prevents their discovery.
I grow weaker by the second. My eyesight is fading. I... I can see them. They’re here. They’re watching me die. They’re getting closer. Swirling shapes of horrific forms... they’re talking now. I can see the universe in their words... the whole of time and space and so much... more.
Forgive me.
Prof. Daryl Waldner, PhD

 


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