1.8 In Pursuit of Knowledge

When I got home that night and crashed out on my bed with a bottle of Bud I realised that the casual equation of a bunny rabbit’s jump was 5 by the root of x squared. Samantha now that was a nice thought , I closed my eyes forgetting about the bottle that was most probably spilling all over my sheets. I thought of doing an equation and figuring out what made her move, what made her hips swing. Perhaps if I worked out the speed and divided that by time . I was an idiot . A stupid one at that, who could have still been in the company of Samantha. I let the word spill out, "Sam-an-tha!" Each vowel sounded like a burst of energy a pop of a cork, a gentle burst of air.

"Or you can call me Sam." I heard her say, though she was nowhere to be seen. Now why did I always become infatuated with a girl just after meeting her? I had developed such a problem from an early age, around about sixteen when I had a crush on Alison and she kissed me. I vowed from then on that I would marry her. We would go grey together. Ten years later she married a millionaire. I think it was for his money. I closed my eyes, thinking of the hips, thinking about aliens, spilling my beer and not caring. I had her number and I was going to call her.

I woke up with a headache, the world seemed larger than it ever had. It took me what seemed like hours to walk just a few feet to the bathroom. Why have headaches. My certain audacity the previous night had disappeared. Looking into the mirror I decided that calling Samantha would only mean that I was desperate. And I was. I would play the waiting game as all good stratigest would. How long I could last would depend on my nerves. If I played it right I would have her. Though the thought of if I hadn't messed things up with her in the first place I would be in the right place. A perfect opportunity wasted. I got dressed, had a bowl of muesli with banana chips and raisins and then I headed to the library.

People who hear voices was my first call of research. They had a large section of books; a lot of them were in the psychology section, though there was a small corner of the large library devoted to the topic of over-thinking. Dr. Jacques Phebes was some unknown theorists from what I read from other authors. The librarian recommended that I read, “Voices and the Alembic Study of the Human Brain.”

I turned to page 59. And read.

In the true sense of the word the human brain is capable of greatness. Human kind have been pursuing the highest state of knowledge. No one pertains full human awareness. Awareness develops at an early stage. Funnels and buckets entertain such knowledge, the brain has a series of intertexture particles and this must be unlocked for complete attainment. Monks are the only ones that have come close to achieving human perfection, deities are a perfect example of what a complete human being could pertain, but the knowledge doesn’t exist. Different various memory techniques, such as the Gobler technique and the Mahler theory are all instruments in pertaining fulfilment. This is all covered in pervious chapters.

As of yet I have not perceived the path to higher achievement. I cannot understand why a cow is satisfied in only eating grass, if some chemical was to be released in such a grazing animal perhaps certain functions could be triggered.

Voices inside the mind release certain triggers inside the brains neurological path that releases toxins that change the functionality of the brain. This makes the mind able to command the brain to perform extraordinary feats.

I skipped a few pages.

These voices could be aliens or a connection with another world…Perhaps aliens may in the future use this as a form of mind control…aliens…aliens…aliens.

I put the book down. I had enough of such nonsense it was time to stop my quest of higher knowledge of the subject and go home.