Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 5, 2008 15:35:32 GMT -5
Every day of Felix’s life seemed to get longer and longer. My minutes. By Hours. If an extra minute, added to every day, within four years he would have 24.3333333 hours extra. With that much time extra, if he had lived his whole life like that. A day by day. Wasted. Nonexistent. Bending time just a 1/21,900th of every orbital rotation of the earth around the sun and Felix could live a quarter of his life without existing. It would be like a ghost, only not. A second edge on everyone else’s life. That would be the life, but without life. If one lived in a hypothetical world, a nonexistent fragment of the universe grafted into to life as one knows it, would they really live a life? Maybe life would be something different.
Felix always seemed to be testing the limits of his brain, seeing if he could twist science, twist magic, twist the limits of comprehisable understanding of the world around him. It was what he did. Why take a perfect world and twist it, not psychopathically, not harmfully, hypothetically. Others probably would think him an outcast, that is, if they already didn’t. This world wasn’t perfect. Felix saw this more then necessary. Felix needed a break from it all. Taking the world and turning it like a giant rubix cube (which Felix could solve in under a minute) and trying to make it right again only to find that someone has switched the stickers. The world could never be prefect.
Something about putting the universe out of perspective and seeing it for what it really isn’t lit a fire in Felix’s mind yet still took the smile of his face and replaced it with a blank stare at a single, simple object, or perhaps the sky, a endless vortex of atmosphere and then a vacuum of nothing… nothing… Snapping back to reality, Felix was sitting on the glass dome roof over the small stone bridge that connected the Ravenwood Tower to the rest of Firefox University.
How has he gotten there? Well, let’s just say that only a few people could find themselves where he was right now. He didn’t care. A sanctum, even if it’s a glass doom over a stone bridge between two great stone structures very high of the ground. It wasn’t irony, something else. This was a spot were one could think about anything. I didn’t matter. It wasn’t quiet, the voices of fellow students out on the ground still could be heard, the wind could be heard, and the birds. The birds.
Felix grinned like he had negative brain cells at the moment when in reality he had more then his little brain could handle. Why was he grinning? Why not?
When someone is thinking at such a extreme level, they can be crazy and non sequitur.
((Open…))
Felix always seemed to be testing the limits of his brain, seeing if he could twist science, twist magic, twist the limits of comprehisable understanding of the world around him. It was what he did. Why take a perfect world and twist it, not psychopathically, not harmfully, hypothetically. Others probably would think him an outcast, that is, if they already didn’t. This world wasn’t perfect. Felix saw this more then necessary. Felix needed a break from it all. Taking the world and turning it like a giant rubix cube (which Felix could solve in under a minute) and trying to make it right again only to find that someone has switched the stickers. The world could never be prefect.
Something about putting the universe out of perspective and seeing it for what it really isn’t lit a fire in Felix’s mind yet still took the smile of his face and replaced it with a blank stare at a single, simple object, or perhaps the sky, a endless vortex of atmosphere and then a vacuum of nothing… nothing… Snapping back to reality, Felix was sitting on the glass dome roof over the small stone bridge that connected the Ravenwood Tower to the rest of Firefox University.
How has he gotten there? Well, let’s just say that only a few people could find themselves where he was right now. He didn’t care. A sanctum, even if it’s a glass doom over a stone bridge between two great stone structures very high of the ground. It wasn’t irony, something else. This was a spot were one could think about anything. I didn’t matter. It wasn’t quiet, the voices of fellow students out on the ground still could be heard, the wind could be heard, and the birds. The birds.
Felix grinned like he had negative brain cells at the moment when in reality he had more then his little brain could handle. Why was he grinning? Why not?
When someone is thinking at such a extreme level, they can be crazy and non sequitur.
((Open…))