Hilbert

Slow down time. Way down. No, way, way down. Slower. Slower.
Look, ok, just stop time.
Just stop it, and then flick the knob with your index finger, so time moves in fractions of micro per micro-milliseconds. See the light-years become light-millennia? See metabolism, as it was in the prehistoric? Good. That's perfect.
Now, just close your eyes for a few seconds. When you open them you'll see exactly what I was trying to tell you about.

Right... now.

Our bodies blossom with light and energy, and radiant heat. Every cell, exporting vesicles and pinocytosing. Every nerve flashing like a strobe light. My pupil dilates like my father used to yawn at the paper. My skin ripples in the patterns of light underwater.

My body is a contained explosion, constantly renewing. It changes the UV patterns and the updrafts around me. Electrons bouncing off and gravitating back in. The atoms join and repulse, jostling and roiling.

Now, look at this. But don't throw up. I'm going to show you the best part.
I'm just going to peel back my skin and my ear, and... yeah, there you go. Look at that, look at how my brain looks. My mind in slow motion looks like a lava lamp on cocaine, even now.
No, I've seen it. I looked at it last night.
But isn't that cool? Look at how much it does, how fast it does it... how many different things are going on at once? I really can't even count them...

I think this is probably what the Big Bang looked like, but, like bigger.
That's a cool thought.
That there's a Big Bang in each of us, in our heads.
And maybe that's why thoughts get created. How things get done.
Ow. Ok, I have to put it back. You can look at yours later.

Actually I think my favorite part is how my breath hangs in the air, like smoke. But it doesn't burn your eyes like that.

--Hilbert, 23

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