There are other worlds. You are not told of them. The elites know nothing of them. Being an elite in the lowest sense of this term, a term reserved for parasites who bloom perennially amongst mankind, could they possibly become aware save by hearsay dismissed as tall tale. The Mind of Man has mapped, studied, created categories of evidence, cemented these politically and financially into Invincible Ignorance, and schooled children into this darkness calling the circus animal performers the best and brightest. This, elite, human idol, is the post-modern human of a certain socioeconomic strata -an heir, a inheritor, a familial fleshly pyramid of ages, generation after generation back to Babylon. Elites are rapacious sometimes using backbone though often not, sitting instead, erecting the accident of civilization on countless skulls as Paul Valery looking in the ruins of 1919 spoke of in the Crisis of the European Mind. “Every skull he picks up is an illustrious skull. Whose was it? [English in original] This one was Lionardo. He invented the flying man, but the flying man has not exactly served his inventor’s purposes. We know that, mounted on his great swan (il grande Uccello sopra del dosso del suo magnio cicero) he has other tasks in our day than fetching snow from the mountain peaks during the hot season to scatter it on the 2 streets of towns. And that other skull was Leibniz, who dreamed of universal peace. And this one was Kant…and Kant begat Hegel, and Hegel begat Marx, and Marx begat… [Kant… et Kant qui genuit Hegel, et Hegel qui genuit Marx, et Marx qui genuit…] Hamlet hardly knows what to make of so many skulls. But suppose he forgets them! Will he still be himself?...His terribly lucid mind contemplates the passage from war to peace: darker, more dangerous that the passage from peace to war; all peoples are troubled by it…”What about Me,” he says, “what is to become of Me, the European intellect?.”
A monster force, a Beast indifferent to all human life save their own, and even here indifferent thinking after immortality treatment maybe physically 60 for 100 more years and obviously madder than King Lear thinking they are so beautiful as Beast they are somehow not a part of the ugly main throughway to the Stars. The creature from the black lagoon is a Hive mind prostrating before the mirror at one of the tentacles of themself, and at first filled with the awe of their own dark light luminosity, overcome by the awe of this image naked for them alone to worship, a new idol in the all too human culture of glorious ego and more glorious greed, both La Belle et la Bête, they rush to worship, to embrace and kiss the mirrored image as did their father Narcissus.
The light of our hour reveals the darkness of the prism. Goethe and Newton argued over light and Newton won. Goethe’s point was the prism was a trick. Goethe asks instead how do these colors arise, and answers with a very psychological approach based on his own observations.
https://sewsitall.blogspot.com/2016/07/300-years-of-color-theory-theory-of.html
“Along with the rest of the world I was convinced that all the colors are contained in the light; no one had ever told me anything different, and I had never found the least cause to doubt it, because I had no further interest in the subject.
But how I was astonished, as I looked at a white wall through the prism, that it stayed white! That only where it came upon some darkened area, it showed some color, then at last, around the window sill all the colors shone... It didn't take long before I knew here was something significant about color to be brought forth, and I spoke as through an instinct out loud, that the Newtonian teachings were false.”
Throughout Theory of Colours, Goethe doesn’t hesitate to hurl more insults at Newton:
“A great mathematician was possessed with an entirely false notion on the physical origins of color; yet, owing to his great authority as a geometer, the mistakes which he committed as an experimentalist long became sanctioned in the eyes of a world ever fettered in prejudices.”
“Go ahead, split the light! You try to separate, as you often have, that which is one and remains one in spite of you.
“Goethe believed that ‘Newton had based his hypothesis on a phenomenon exhibited in a complicated and secondary state’. He objected not so much to the abstract argumentation of rational mechanics, commenting that the ‘mathematician would willingly cooperate with us, especially in the physical department of the theory’, but rather to the ground premise of Newton’s approach. Goethe protested the destruction of phenomenal essence that occurred during the phenomenon’s ‘dissection into its component parts’. As a consequence of this irreducibility, the scientific minds of every epoch have also exhibited an urge to understand living formations as such, to grasp their outward, visible, tangible parts in context, to see these parts as an indication of what lies within and thereby gain some understanding of the whole through an exercise of intuitive perception.” https://arxiv.org/pdf/physics/0511130
There are other worlds. Move past machine immolation. Elfland is right around the corner. Go and see. Let us consider Elfland as a great national park, a vast beautiful place where a person goes by himself, on foot, to get in touch with reality in a special, private, profound fashion.
Besides Goethe, Newton had another German antagonist, Leibnitz. He disagreed with Newton, believing that there is no fundamental stuff of all existence; existence is much bigger than that. And much if it is not made of matter.
An important mainstream philosopher who took the idea of many worlds very seriously and probably believed it was David Lewis who wrote On the Plurality of Worlds (1986):
"As the realm of sets is for mathematicians, so logical space is a paradise for philosophers. We have only to believe in the vast realm of possibility. And there we find what we need to advance our endeavors… The physical pattern that is relevant to a given person's mental life might extend indefinitely far outside that person and into his surroundings."
I've come across the elites every time I've written about the brilliant Ayn Rand. So-called philosophy graduates, ex university graduates, and democrats. I ask you all to read The Foutainhead, and not see the destruction of the entrepreneur. Read Atlas Shrugged, and not see the destructiion of the Republic. Anthem describes the Free world of the future. The pod; owning nothing and being happy, 15 minute zones and no names.