The First Quantum

It was early in the morning.  His brain was surfing delta waves or perhaps he had entered REM sleep.  When he awoke he knew not at first what had caused the experience he was returning from.  He lived in a world where there were as many explanations as there were people to create them.  Any one of those elucidations could be true at different times.  Popular history wasn’t always told by who was right anyway, it is only told by who won.

He worked as a janitor for a science lab.  He had a high school degree, but no formal education from a university.  He often philosophized with scientists about how to measure quantum relationships, a difficult thing to accomplish because the relationships change as they are observed.   

One day he was reading a magazine article about how the evidence was mounting that quantum effects on biological processes did occur.  He wondered for some time whether or not such effects could explain dreams.  Then one night he had a revelation.

In the world defined as consciousness, the brain takes much of what the senses experience for granted because the processing power isn’t enough to absorb it all.  There are also limitations imposed by the pipes the information travels down because of the amount of information the brain has to regulate at once.  Too much information and you get backlog.  But begin to shut down some of those physical senses and a whole new world might open up, or at least that was his theory.

On this early morning he lucidly linked into the quantum field.  For the briefest of seconds most of his body functions shut down from untreated sleep apnea.  His brain was only limited by his imagination and the residue of what it meant to be human.  It was more natural than breathing, this new existence, he thought.

He was still holding onto what it meant to be human when he entered the quantum field.  He still viewed himself in a human form, though younger than the years he had spent in the cellular world.  He noticed an advanced watch around his wrist.  He didn’t wear a watch back in the cellular world.  He claimed he didn’t like wearing things that were too closely attached to his skin.  He didn’t like neckties or tight shirts or jeans, he didn’t have a single tattoo for the same reason.  Permanence always felt like a limiter and he had a sense of needing to move forward at an ever-increasing rate as far back as he could remember.  It was the wristwatch, though, that he first realized he could manipulate.

Feeling constrained he took the watch off his wrist and started to put it on a desk, but something unusual happened.  It began morphing from something that was architecturally advanced to plain and simple, to almost disappearing altogether before his hand reached the table.  The less attention he gave it, the less beautiful it became.  All existences are beautiful if one spends enough time paying attention to them.  So many things are taken for granted because of the limitations of imagination inside the human condition.

He concentrated on bringing the watch back to the form that was beautiful to him again.  Analog, digital, a combination of both; as quickly as his thoughts changed so did its appearance until it began to shine like the sun and disappeared from his field of view.

Still attached to human things, he began to wonder about the limits of this quantum world, so he experimented.  He imagined being at work, and was there.  He imagined being hungry, and was full.  He imagined being surrounded by friends and there they were.

He imagined a cell phone that he could manipulate by simply looking at the screen; it happened.  He imagined a cellphone integrated into the senses of his body; it occurred.  He wanted his eyes to see whom he was calling, to access information like one does on the Internet.  He wanted a computer screen projected in the space in front of him so that he could design physical objects.  He wanted to feel those objects as he rotated them at varying scales to see what worked or didn’t, and it happened.  He wanted to travel though worlds he had once only read about and down the wormhole he went.  Anything he could imagine simply came into existence.

But his link into the quantum field didn’t last.  As long as the experience seemed to be, a few short seconds in the cellular world was all the time his body gave him before its survival mechanisms kicked in pulling him back.

When he awoke he realized he could have done much more if his body would have allowed it.  What he had discovered, however, was the first law of existing in the quantum world:  You are only limited by your imagination.