ABOUT HAWKS, ASTRONAUTS AND LONELY RIDERS
Marcelo de Carvalho Santos
Prologue
Once the man thought that the smallest particle that there was, was an atom, composed of a nucleus containing protons and neutrons, with electrons spinning around it.
It was discovered later that there were even smaller particles, like quarks. And we know that there are bodies still smaller than quarks, perhaps small strings of energy which, depending on the frequency with which they vibrate, make up all matter that exists. This is the famous String Theory.
Like a guitar string vibrating and producing a particular musical note, so would those tinny strings, which, depending on how often vibrate, produce a type of atom, such as iron, lead, hydrogen, for example. The vibration of these tinny strings is that things come solid, liquid and gaseous.
Each tinny string, vibrating at a different frequency would form all the objects that exist.
Without them there would be nothing.
This theory also says that tiny pieces of space in other dimensions exist, that our senses cannot perceive, and what are these dimensions that would make the strings vibrate, each in his way.
This theory has evolved and is now thought that there are branes (short for "membrane") in the universe, and even parallel universes, called bubbles.
According to this theory, there were infinite universes, each one of them governed by different physical laws, but many of them identical to ours, including copies of ourselves.
Within this context the Big Bang (the explosion that gave rise to our universe) would have originated in a collision between two universes. It is also thought that the universe can be born from other universes. Imagine this: the Black Hole, so dense that attracts everything around it, and it even light can escape. Where would all the matter accreted from the black hole? Answer: in the other side, the White Hole, forming a parallel universe. Or a Baby Universe.
That is, the likelihood of many universes is really great.
The story that will be told from here is nothing more than a futuristic tale based on principles of quantum physics, and that probably will make you think about something else...
Somewhere in Space and Time
The day was gray, but the sea was calm. In the air only a slight breeze, which made the boat sway slightly. Daniel was sleeping inside the boat. He slept long hours. But something has awakened from his sleep. Daniel was on the high seas. But he could not imagine why he was at the sea. He remembered only the ceremony at the home of Jean-Claude. Out on the deck. He was alone. The only thing that he saw, every place that he looked, was the sea meeting the gray sky. It was a sad day. Gradually thin clouds were gray and blue building up. The clouds were piling up and becoming increasingly gray. The gray was dark until almost become black. The clouds were now black. Despite four in the afternoon, it seemed almost overnight. The sea began to stir up even more. Daniel thought, "Where did I get?" In any case, seeing the sea was choppy donned a lifejacket and positioned the boat against the waves, staying firmly at the helm.
The gray waves grew rapidly and were already higher than the boat. The schooner went up and down when the giant waves Daniel felt a huge chill in the stomach. Go up, down, go up, down, ... . Suddenly triggers a violent storm. The pitch black sky and torrential rain. Now I could see waves with crests glassy, crests were crashing over the boat. The foam of the waves crashed over the deck and dripped noisily back to the sea. We could hear the creak of the wood writhing.
The heavy drops of rain and waves of shrapnel that exploded on the deck as grenades, punishing the eyes of Daniel. One hand on the tiller and the other always wiping his face so he could see the direction of the boat. The water ran down the deck into the cabin, soaking his bed and covering about four inches since the floor of the boat. But two huge waves in opposite directions decided to clash in improper hour, well above the vessel. It was a real blast. Pieces of wood flew in all directions. Daniel flew out of the boat, dropping unharmed into the water. It seemed a miracle that he had not been broken in half with the violence of the explosion. By falling into the water, Daniel sank about 3 feet, such was the force with which it was thrown. He thought he was drowning and waved his arms toward what he thought was the surface. But he had lost all sense of direction. Instead of going up, still dazed, sank further into the seabed. When he realized he turned and tried desperately to free itself from the water and breathe the air outside. It seemed an endless journey. He felt that his lungs and his head would explode when, fortunately, took flight above the waterline, like a dolphin jumping into a water park.
He saw wood pieces on all sides. Were the remains of the schooner that went with being scattered waves, which continued, relentlessly, to flog the poor Daniel. Daniel grabbed the first object that floated in front of him. It was a wooden desk of the Schooner. He grabbed on tight and endured long seven hours of terrible storm.
Finally, the storm subsided and the waves curbed their spirits, as if asleep, after a sudden explosion of rage. Still dripping a few drops on the head of Daniel, who closed his eyes and cried, disappointed and desperated. It was night. Dark night of new moon. The clouds were dissipating always hinted at the stars, which shone brightly. Daniel was sick. Worn out, would be the more appropriate word. With some effort, climbed on his desk that floated and lay on his back, his legs submerged in the calm sea, one hand on the belly and the other outstretched, fingers loose on the water. He slept. When he opened his eyes, with the sun burning her cheeks, Daniel raised his back suddenly, feeling a terrible pain in his back. His sight was blurred. He could not see straight.
A bird had landed on one leg of the desk and stared at him curiously. Daniel looked at the bird and felt shiver. It was the little hawk flying around him in the ceremony of Jean-Claude. The bird flew off and let out shrill sound like a laugh. A feather came floating in the air before falling on his nose. He looked at the bird disappear from his sight, flying toward a distant figure who seemed to be a mountain range. He looked in all directions. Was that something would happen soon. A hole would open up in the air and he would be sucked into it. He was half numb with fatigue, thirst, hunger. He had the distinct feeling that he would disappear again.
Although not see straight, he heard the sound of flushes, meaning it was close to a beach. Narrowing the focus and firming eye he could see the coastline stretching before him.
What he saw accompanying the solo flight of the bird was indeed a mountain, a mountain range. He turned on his stomach and began swimming madly toward shore. When the first waves hit, slid quickly to the shallowest part, to his desk that ran aground in the sand. Daniel got up, staggering. He took off his life jacket, shirt, and lay in the sand, still tired, going back to sleep for a while. Upon awakening, he wanted to think it was all a dream. Mere illusion. Daniel turned and saw the jungle that ended on the beach, just meters from where he stood. Daniel did not understand. Never seen anything like it. Beach, jungle, a dark sky through red, a thick fog, strange, even sinister. It was day, but it seemed the evening. However, the climate of that place was like a horror movie. Daniel was thirsty. He got up and walked toward the forest. Coconut searched, but no match with a coconut landscape so desolate, so sinister. What I saw was a dense forest and vines in abundance. Daniel had no knife, no flashlight, had absolutely nothing. He could hardly see an inch ahead of his nose, such was the sawmill. The storm caught him by surprise. He was not prepared for a wreck, except for the lifejacket. He walked along the beach bordering the forest, looking for a loophole through which to enter and search for water. He was wearing only pants, no shoes and no shirt when he realized that the air was cold, very cold. He came back and grabbed his clothes, including a raincoat that was brought by the waves, wearing them. He returned to seek an entry into the forest, this time walking in the opposite direction, until he saw something, a figure. Could not establish with certainty what she saw.
He just knew that he had seen something. He cried loud and heard only the echo of his own voice.
Again spotted the figure behind the mist and felt a cold cutting his spine. But he had no alternative. He walked to where he had seen the figure. Upon arriving, he saw a trail and entered it. It looked like a bite, even those he did when he was a Boy Scout. Walked this trail and thought he heard spectrum voices. Of those voices seemed beyond what one hears in movies about ghosts. The mist was not allowed to see straight. Repeatedly saw spectra. His mind became confused. He could not tell if what was living was a reality or dream. He heard whispers, such as: "What is he doing here?" "How did he get here?". There were low voices, whispering. It seemed that people were whispering around him. It seemed that people or something similar to people walked or floated around him. He even felt something touching him and turned around. Turning suddenly, he tripped and fell down on the ground, hitting his face on a fallen tree trunk on the path. Lying there, he started listening more and more voices. It seemed that a crowd gathered around him. Still on his stomach, lifted her head and turned belly up, eyes closed, afraid to see something that didn’t want to see. He wanted to open his eyes and failed. The eyes were stuck, trapped. He heard voices say softly. "Does it hurt?" Daniel opened his eyes and saw .... People ragged, extremely pale, seemingly coming straight out of graves, floated over him, shooting him with looks that ranged from utter amazement, the deepest tenderness and pity. Dozens of people floating around him. They were floating and looking him straight in the eye. The words they said not synchronized with theirs lips movements, it seemed they had been badly dubbed. It also did not seem real voices, more like a spectral whispers. Daniel fainted.
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