IQ

Young Andrew was watching a youtube video on string theory, it was Michio Kaku talking about how the strings of a guitar produce an infinite number of vibrations. Somehow the word "vibrations" echoed within Andrew with the beat of his own pulse. Andrew's pulse, like mine, had been a constant rhythm, a beat, since birth. [[So is it what the universe is?]] [[Is it the theory of everything? ]]

"Well, I don't know for sure", Andrew replied calmly, but I wonder if we could feel the vibrations of something, even if it was just a string. He had a look of wonder in his eyes as if he was seeing the answer for the first time. As a creative person, I've always liked asking questions to children, it initiates a constructive thought process. Andrew's reply gave a new meaning to the words "vibrations" and "Universe". "Andrew, it's time for breakfast." [[I'm going for a walk]]

I was going out for my morning walk. Not to see the sights, just to clear my head. As I headed out, I could hear nothing but the sound of my muffled footsteps, I marveled at the stillness. When suddenly a gust of wind blew the tree branches into my face. My face was covered in red, sticky, wet leaves. Suddenly the leaves flew at my chest. Then a voice whispered [[Only through us you can catch the heart of the wind's mystery]]

I looked all around me to find where the voice came from. But it was quiet. No birds sang. Nothing moved. My footsteps echoed off the stones. Then a profound realization dawned upon me accidentally. [[What if I just heard the vibration of nature?]]

In my mind, I knew I had to find a way to make my way out of here. So, I started walking. I walked through the trees, searching for the source of this voice. My mind was filled with a sense of dread. [[What if I found the voice?]]

But I kept walking, walking through trees. Walking. As I did, the forest seemed less and less alive. Trees that had been alive, I realized, were now dead. Dead trees were dead trees and the leaves were falling. My feet were getting heavier and heavier, each step was harder to take. At some point, my legs began to hurt. Then they began hurting more. Suddenly another voice whispered [[I laugh in flowers]]

I had no idea how that was supposed to sound, or if it even meant anything at all. What I did know was that it felt like a stern reminder about the intricacies of nature rebuking my narrow-minded observation. I shifted my vision and gazed at the rhododendrons, then a rose, and then a sunflower, but there were no more voices and all the flowers seemed just flowers as if they were indifferent to my curiosity. Yet the voices whispered in my ear, felt like it was a secret language I'd been hiding from everyone. One that's been spoken for thousands of years, I thought. [[But this was not the first time I heard voices]]

For my former experience I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, so I was worried about its implications. The last thing I ever wanted was to end up again in a mental institution. [[So I decided to return home]]

Suddenly out of nowhere, a storm kicked in and it rained, the sky was dark blue and I couldn't see anything. The wind blew so strong that the rain came in sheets and fell like snow. As it fell, my hair stood up and my eyes were blinded. It was as though the storm had a mind of its own, a dark and evil mind which wanted to destroy me. My heart was beating so hard, that I thought it might burst from the stress. Then a voice boomed [[My protest against the chaos and atrocities of the world.]]

The trees seemed to be moving, as they swayed from side to side. Suddenly a tree fell down and crushed a small boy. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell into a coma and died. I felt the pain of the tree crushing him, the sound of it crushing the boy, his body falling into his grave and I wondered if the same storm which had been so cruel and so evil could also be cruel. As if anticipating my thought, the storm pacified, and there was a voice whispering in melancholic empathy [[But it seems the ocean is in discord with my commitments because every time I end up killing the wrong persons, that's when I die and the Earth heals, and when I am reborn I am able to understand the ocean better.]]

There was a growing sense of concern in the voice as if it is on a mission to guide me to the Source with the purpose of some sort of awakening or enlightenment. With that reinforced assumption [[I decided to follow the hint of the direction in the voice]]

The beach was empty, and only a few people were walking around, It was the last thing I saw before I was swallowed into the sea. It took me a long time to realize that the beach wasn't the end of my journey, and I was baffled by the paradox [[What probable lesson did the wind in the mind of storm learn from the ocean.?]]

Moments passed off like ghost, and slowly all the people left and the beach was desolate. There was only me and the ocean. Silence was all around me, wideness ineffable when a deep sonorous voice emanated from the waves [[Feel my vastness within.]]

It was a rhetoric too overwhelming for me, but my basic instinct compelled me to sit on a rock and meditate for a while in the hope of achieving that experience. At first, my eyes were open, then I slowly closed them , my mind was still, I didn't want to lose the peace. The silence was too intense for it to be a mere momentary state of consciousness, as I had experienced it in a different reality. So I tried to close my ears and focus my thoughts on what I wanted. My mind lost track of time but my ears refused to close to the neverending sounds of waves. At this profound moment, I felt my lotus posture had established a connection with the rock, and I somehow managed to read its thoughts. [[The ocean is in a constant struggle with its self-identity which it crashes onto me through its waves, to which I remain unaffected. But that's my physical nature, and my "behavioral code" to deal with Life. However, my inner silence is what makes the ocean, truly what it is.]]

That seemed like a perfect conclusion, to sum up, all the voices for me. The Ocean, I know, is a place where I can be myself, in my own time, with no one else. And that is where my life is. So I have to be there for myself. The ocean has a way of making me feel like I'm not alone like it's not my own voice that is speaking to me, but it is. It's the voice of all of us. We are all speaking. And I learned that there is no such thing as the "wrong" person, only the person who doesn't understand that they're wrong. [[That was enough for me to call it a day]]

I made my way back from the beach, back through the forest, everything seemed to be in order, and fall into place, when in a distance I caught a glimpse of an old man. He was holding something, and wandering aimlessly. As I neared him, I saw he was holding some sort of device and intently staring at a honey bee sitting on a sunflower. [[Mind if I ask you, what you are doing?]]

I'm trying to find out what, it is saying to the flower. I laughed out loud. [[I know it's funny, but that's ok.]]

Well, it's indeed funny, because I've been hearing voices all through the day relating the winds, leaves, flowers, and Ocean, which I haven't heard for years, I was returning home satisfied until I bumped up to you. [[Does it have to do with the equipment you are holding?]]

Oh yes, it's my latest invention, an intelligent apparatus designed on the principles of string theory whose aim is to communicate with Nature. [[What a strange coincidence, I started hearing the voices during my walk after watching a video on string theory]]

How does it work? [[Well in its skeletal framework, it's like a radio sending signals in the form of vibrations trying to interface a link between itself and an object, but on a deeper level it's an AI that uses deep learning to generate substantial amount of intense emotions and thoughts that adds up to the vibrations. My intention is to find the output by means of text messages displayed on the apparatus' User Interface. Disappointingly, so far I’ve experimented it on a variety of natural specimens, but I've yet to see any output at all. Guess I'm one of those weird scientists.]]

But being fully aware of what you have said, I am highly intrigued by who "You" might be? [[Well, let me introduce myself as a schizophrenic poet. If it's of any worth, one of the special poems that I wrote was titled "Thoughts travel in air."]]

Lovely meeting you. We both shaked hands.