When I first came across the occupation of Theoretical Physicist, a la Stephen Hawkings, I thought that I could indeed do that sort of thing. Just hang around and make stuff up. After all, who could really argue with you anyway? You would just say, “But I’m only theorising my dear!”. I have aimed to have some little connection to reality, no matter how small, in Shadow People, so when I did a little research on String Theory and multiple universes, I was appalled to discover that this possible future career would not be for me. You actually do need to know quite a lot of the e = mc squared sort of thing in order to earn the title to hang around and make that sort of stuff up.
Quite apart from thinking that I was making up my gorgeous Voxavi in Shadow People, who are huge avian, dragon-like beings, I assumed that I was also making up Shelty’s (read the book in two weeks – really – do) mad trips to other dimensions (universes), where he comes upon wildly terrifying places and creatures. Turns out, according to these very clever guys, that these journeys could very well be me picking up vibes floating in the ether from actual wonky worlds out there somewhere.
It is a fact that our universe’s expansion is speeding up. This can only mean that there is a gravitational force beyond it giving it a little yank. Ergo, there is something beyond our universe. The original thought that it was so called dark matter within our universe – stuff that has mass but can’t be seen, lurking about between stuff that can be seen – was shoving, and so causing this zooming outwards of our universe, has been binned because it’s been discovered that its actual volume can’t justify the speed of this apparently eternal inflation. String Theory is a bit more complicated. Apparently, between each quark (really small stringy type particles that make up every little thing, including your worthy self, in this particular universe), there are more tiny universes (read dimension). So, there are more than three dimensions.
What I’m getting from these things. Proven facts that they are. We are zooming off into the wild black yonder rather quickly. There could be other universes in our nostrils. We haven’t got a clue what’s actually going on. Anywhere. At all. And the probability that my beautiful Lapillus (read the book), is floating somewhere out there, bathed in the light of its moons (One quite big, with creepy bitey things in yellow oceans), is pretty high. Not too long ago, scientists who suggested that there might actually be any other planets at all out there, were laughed under tables. Now there is proof of the existence of thousands of them. Mysterious now, but not forever. Some day some more clever guys will figure out a way to head on out and eyeball them. This eyeballing will be wondrous for sure. Even if they turn out to be dark, terrifying, and filled with gibbering black creatures reaching out with claws and fangs to feed off your pain. Just don’t get close enough for them to grab you, and…. Well, as I said, you really will have to read the book I’m afraid.
There is a lot of similarity in what we scribblers write. People we’ve never met write of similar places and things. Could it be true that thoughts have wings? Are we all picking up the thoughts of strange gilled men, and winged horses, as they gaze out over their gem encrusted worlds? I would like to think so. And in my next incarnation, hopefully as something large and nice, with feathers, and not some insignificant newt in a smelly ocean filled with fearsome newt abusing lamprey things (not in the book), I hope to learn more about this really odd place that we find ourselves in. Could it be that this universe is a tiny particle in the interesting stuff under the toenail of a giant chicken out there? Are we but a speck in a universe in a flesh-eating toad’s nostril? Who knows? But how very exciting to surmise. Do not fear for my sanity dear people. I’ve never really aspired to that sort of thing. Oh, and don’t forget to join us on Google+, where we can discuss more of these interesting things. Or you can fearfully ignore me there, even though it will deeply hurt my feelings, and chat to the many authors there, more grounded, and certainly more famous than little old me.
Till next time friends. xxx