Imagine living alongside a couple in an apartment building. The neighbour’s barely-half-a-year-old infant is just learning to explore the world on all fours. One fine morning as you’re about to leave your flat to get some groceries, you notice the parents have forgotten to latch the main door and their tiny wonder is struggling to climb a flight of stairs. Your subconscious doesn’t register this, and you continue on your way down. The Store’s within a four-minute radius from your place, and you return to the building gates in less than three. To your amusement, you see the same kid there on the on the floor; on the ground floor. He’s chill-exploring the new world like nothing’s changed; as if the continuum is still subsisting without a pinch. You pick him up and take him home on the sixth story which is the last one. Their main door’s still open.
“Well, he’s such a delight to play with, no?” Says the unknowing mother, smiling at you as you hand over her little baby. That hits you, because now you’re out of any logical explanations to how the kid ended up crawling in the parking area when he was up here merely five minutes ago. No one has even touched him.
Now, it is an established fact that fresh toddlers, like cows, are difficult to lead down a flight of stairs. In a flash of instinct, you dash upstairs and find the terrace door open enough. You rush out and see a tiny ladder by the railing on the edge which does definitely not look child-proofed.
The baby could only have fallen.
This thought experiment is a mental surgery. While you were at it, a number of assumed worldly parameters were being called (excuse the coding lingo) to fill in the mental construct of this scenario. One of them being Gravity.
Assuming that the baby fell off the railing classic humpty-dumpty style, ask yourself this strange question: Did you save the baby?
Mind over Matter
“If lions could run at the speed of light, relativity would be our natural instinct.” ― J.Fernandes
The Infant is untouched by the world and cannot care less about its workings. He is solely driven by the most fundamental instincts of survival. Without much experience, his bubble of stuff that keeps him alive and functioning is limited to his mother’s milk and the warmth of her proximity.
For our ideally innocent infant, Gravity is as good as non-existent. Not that it is not supposed to exist in this mental construct, but that the unknowing child has no conception of it. He is simply unaware of its workings and consequences.
You, the creator of this reality, are obviously now also an observer of this event inside the bounds of your construct. You cannot imagine a world without the consequences of Gravity acting upon a body freely falling from sixty feet above the ground. You, therefore, by observing this tragic event, through your mind’s imaginary yet rational window, cannot help but kill the baby as it hits the ground.
As far as the rules of a Quantum Universe go, this scenario may be completely legitimate to happen in the real world that we live in. It is only extremely rare that a free-falling baby will have absolutely zero observers – including the baby itself. Your perception of a body will always tend to undergo the effects of the actions that you can conceive. The action here being Gravity and its effects being the death of this imaginary infant. As for this thought experiment, I need not say more than to conclude that you, my dear reader, did save the baby.
To Be or not To Be
With my current knowledge about the consequences of Death, what I’d rather focus on is the concept itself; the concept of discontinuing, of stopping, of going back to square one of consciousness; full circle.
What if Death was as real for us as Gravity was for the fateful infant we talked about? What if we were kept from the fact that everybody dies? What if an individual was brought up in an environment untouched by the effects of death? What meaning would Death hold for such a being? It would surely be an intimate experience, once its time comes.
The Man who invented Death is an imaginary friend of mine who speaks to me about the fallacies that exist in this world about his non-existence. He is free of time, so he cannot stop be-ing. For he was never born… Cannot, so, he die. The Man invented Death, for in his eyes I am mortal. My death, therefore will be of his conceiving. His death, my non-being.
‘Tis the mind that invented death.