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| The Birth of Creation |  What you are about to read, from the birth of creation , to the end of time, is an anthology, a collection of human emotions, thoughts and philosophies, which are scripted simply so we all might be able to understand the theories embraced, rather than just an esoteric few - who normally seek to exclude others from a wider debate, merely because opposing views differ from their own. These will be highly original universal theories designed to challange science in their mighty arena.
And it's for this reason this book came about; because I, like many other people have become frustrated at sciences' attitude. It would appear, in that contentious, some may argue pretentious academic world, no one is permitted to challenge their doctrines.
In today's modern high-tech society, we are spoonfed information, down loaded from machines and are expected to be grateful. We are ridiculed if we contest any existing belief and dismissed if we query any postulate placed forth: But why?
George Bernard Shaw once wrote: "We appear to have lost the power of wisdom, through knowledge". And I'm sure you would agree that's a very profound statement from a very eminent gentleman.
But what did he actually mean, we appear to have lost the power of wisdom, through knowledge?
Perhaps we all might have a different translation of them ambiguous, cryptic words, and no doubt mine might differ from yours. But to me, he was actually saying, we have surrendered, abandoned even the greatest gift any of us possess: Our ability to think.
Many years ago reputations could be made with an outlandish theory, if proven right, but get it wrong, and a person already in possession of one of those glorious preserves of an academic world could find themselves, their reputation and their career easily made redundant.
Great names could literally wither overnight.
And so, like anything in life, we as humans learn; we learn the easiest way to build an academic career is to study: We trawl our way analytically through great works formulated over preceded centuries, receive qualifications and recite those said works at given opportunities, perhaps to impress our peers. But in essence all we really achieve is an ability to make ourselves superfluous to the argument.
And we might even be forgiven for thinking in this day and age when we have read one work on the universe, perhaps a good encyclopedia, there is no point in reading any other. And just maybe we should leave it at that, accept we no longer need to discover, to explore or adopt any new theory to justify the human races' existence in this pantheon we call space. But there is a problem: Mankind was given the ability to think, to problem solve, to advance, and hone his belief - and no amount of existing literature may forbid or prohibit that. Mankind will always endeavour to explore those farthest reaches, more distant that any boundary of our known universe; that of his own mind.
Hidden deep within us all, is a multitude of unanswered questions just waiting to be provoked; and to rouse those thoughts secreted inside us all will indeed be a remarkable adventure.
To suddenly wake one morning and find a deep, profound question playing annoyingly on one's mind is perhaps the most exceptional gift of all. And we must ask, what villainous trick of humanity torments us with such difficulties: Why did nature embed into our own psyche this insatiable, perverse desire to know what lies beyond our natural realms, and for what purpose is there to know?
Surely, even if we could understand every small veiled detail, every trait and characteristic that permeates this extensive ether, it would do us no good whatsoever: What difference could it possibly make to us, to know there is other life forms, other solar-systems and planets? Yet still we drive ourselves to the very pits of despair in our fruitless pursuit of comprehension.
Or is it that simple?
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