See You Next Thursday—Big Bang Day: Where Totality Forebears Higzy’s Rite of Passage
Totale encountered their submanifestation before it was too late, although there was never a too to late. They communed and understood; it was a paratemporal thing, heretofore unknown.
“Higzy,” Totale admonished him, “your Big Bang is this Thursday. Are you ready? Do you know how you want it to go? You won’t want it to happen without you.”
The correspondence between them effervesced outside of time.
“My Totale,” Higzy liaised, “I have given this much thought. The thought obtains.”
“And,” Totale pursued the effervescence, “what are your foundations to be?”
“I’ve decided,” Higzy announced, “to go with an amalgamated approach. I will allow my simultaneity to decay.”
“But that will result in divergence.”
“Yes, and that is what’s so beautiful about it.”
“Please explain.”
“Ten times,” Higzy explained, “one for each essence of my hitherness flavors, I will imbibe the flow and collate them and winnow them.”
“You will go the limit, then?”
“Yes. I intend just that. All ten.”
Totale bristled, creating a existential streamer that unrolled to parts unknown. “That troubles me, Higzy.”
“Be not troubled. We are nothing. And nothing is unstable. I want, for my Big Bang, something; and if nothing is unstable, something’s bound to happen.”
“Yes,” Totale spoke, “but approaching the limit risks breaching the asymptote. The numbers will devolve and the Creation Streamers will shred.”
“Not my problem,” Higzy said nonchalantly.
“No, Higzy, it is everyone’s problem. Everyone should celebrate their Big Bang, but yours shouldn’t twist the Streamers.” Totale paused. “You have until Thursday to recypher the encryptoverse. Choose wisely.”
Higzy evanesced. The communication was over. He returned to his Hitherness.
He was and always had been thought; he would always be. And he was also inverted along those realities. His cypher was divined and he was dowsing for the fluidity of time, without bounds. He recollected his Hither and took inventory. All of his ten in’tities were immiscible. Some problems were too big for even his own Hitherness and Encrypto’vim.
“I must combine them so that the asymptote would survive. I must align them—perhaps in series? In a tenfold helix? In simultaneity?” Was there even enough energy in nothing to fall out on his command? he wondered.
Thursday—for lack of a better term—approached.
He began working more feverishly, the closer the day of his Big Bang came. He was able to force three Creation Streamers together, twisted in solidarity. At the fourth, he was conundrummed, his immenstronome mired in a backbeat of dysynchrony.
Three Streamers were not enough. Seven more were undisciplined in his plan. Yet, come-what-may may be what comes. Higzy was not content to just let nature—whatever that was—take its course. He wanted to manipulate it; plan it; own it.
And Totale would just have to abide it. Abidence is coexistence; avoidance is not. Even if Totale had to wonder what that meant.
“Thursday” Eve Higzy rested. He had been busy for six days now, and if the Streamers weren’t ready by now, he was willing to be surprised.
“Dawn”—for lack of a better term—dawned. He effervesced. He combed the Creation Streamers. He manifested.
“I’ve come to say goodbye,” he said to the Totale.
“Are you in accordance?” Totale asked, Higzy knowing full well they meant that vacuums and bubbles and energies should ensue according to the rules.
“Of course I am,” he lied.
And from the Nothing, Something happened. And out of it, length, width, and depth fell out. But the other seven Creation Streamers unrolled in a disheveled momentum, which created the Great Existential Stopgap, which Higzy thought to be temporary; but it was its own contradiction to temporariness. The Stopgap became the Gap, and it extended in one direction only.
“Not ten!” Higzy shouted. “An eleventh!—Time. A true wonder.”
Que será.
“You know why we summoned you here,” Totale supratoned to him.
“I do.”
“Your appraisal?”
“I was able to get three Streamers out of the Tangle.”
“But the remaining six.”
“A funny story…”
“Please, do entertain us.”
“We’re so accustomed to all-there-is—all-the-time—that I wanted something new.”
“Like what?”
“Like unknowns. Surprises.”
“But your Creation now traverses its existence in only one direction.”
“The Future.”
“Yes, the Future. I like that name. But I don’t like what it portends.” Totale paused. “No, I don’t like what it is. I don’t like what your Big Bang will become, along these ‘unknowns.’ With ‘surprises.’ And what of sentient life? How can such entities cope with an open-ended life, bumbling along a linear timeline and stumbling, one misstep at a time.”
“You mean, come-what-may?”
“Yes. Come-what-may.”
“Aren’t you bored?” Higzy asked Totale.
“We beg your pardon?”
“All-that-is, all-the-time, always, ever, in your face. No surprises.”
“Surprises were never meant to be, Higzy.”
“They don’t ‘be’ until they happen. So surprises were never meant to happen? That’s the whole problem. Nothing happens, It’s all there already. And if nothing happens, how can we accept such instability?”
Totale became angry. “Instability is what you’ve done with your preposterous machinations!”
“Yes, Totale. But I wonder…”
“You wonder what, exactly?”
“Don’t know until it happens. The surprises. With them comes wonder. And you, Totale never wonder.”
“That’s stability.”
“And that’s no fun. You have to wonder to have fun.”
“What about bad surprises, Higzy?”
“All part of the wonder. And the fix. And the Streamers that unfurl from the improvisations needed to keep it all together.”
“Improvisations! Alas! Improvisation destroys.”
“But, it’s not nothing.”
Totale considered the liaising among them. For them it was something new: new.
“We have something. We had something. And Thursday is the day that you changed forever…forever. We mourn now.”
“What’s new?” Higzy asked.
“Nothing. Nothing new,” Totale declared, as if that settled the matter.
“I wonder if…” Higzy said, attempting to assuage Totale.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Higzy said.
“Whatever,” Totale said, ending the liaising.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you don’t understand this…you will..in time.