Gina boomed on my door. "Did those two religious freaks come by here?" I could tell by her demeanor that she was about to top my story without her even hearing mine. Gina was like that. She went on without waiting for an answer. "These two little dudes came to my door, and when I answered, they started in with a bunch of, you know, religious stuff. Well, you know me, after a few minutes of that, I lifted my shirt and showed them these." She lifted her shirt. Gina was the proud possessor of a particularly good boob job, and she would show them to anyone who was willing to look. "Well, you would have thought that I threatened their lives!" She laughed with her whiskey voice. I laughed too, thinking that I wouldn't relate my story to her, which now seemed rather anticlimactic, so I didn't. Later on when I saw Linda, I related both stories to her and we nearly wet ourselves. Linda and I were becoming inseparable.
Kronos wasted no time. "Glad you could make it." He grinned. "If you recall, we were observing the formation of the crystalline universe." To emphasize his point we were instantly transported there. How could I ever forget this eerie blue glow, and horrific noise. Everywhere in all directions were incredibly beautiful crystalline shapes. I was not so terrified this time, and was able to begin to appreciate its unique beauty. Kronos continued. "What I am about to explain to you is a wee bit complicated, so you need to pay particular attention. If you don't understand everything on the first go around, this is fine. We will review it later. Also, because of the extreme difficulty in interpreting what we see taking place, much of what I am going to tell you is a combination of extrapolation and speculation. However, I believe that you will agree with me, when we are through with its' study, that it is a paradigm which conforms very well to what we can observe."
I cleared my mind in order to concentrate on what Kronos was about to explain to me. Partially because I knew that he would probably test me. The main reason, however, was that I was extremely intrigued by the enigma of this place. Ancient beyond reason, and containing the very secrets of creation itself. Wow! Was I lucky or what?
"If you recall." Kronos began. "The universe of color began with the advent of vibration. And we see that this early component of creation was galvanized by vibration as well." Indicating the universe before us. "I want to emphasize that it is the same vibration at the same relative time, and even the exact same space! In other words, even though the two universal schemes may seem entirely separate, they are consummately and irreversibly linked. Let me put it this way." He said, trying to find the magic words. "What we studied in the multi-colored universe was universal. By this I mean each universe contained there was virtually boundless, or at the very least, infinitely elastic. This includes the void and the universe of white light as well.
"Although we can see that this universe is of a crystalline structure." Indicating the glowing blue universe all around us. "The subsequent form creation takes is "globular". Because of the complex nature of how this universe amorphoused from crystalline to globular. And for convenience sake, I will save this information for our next lesson, the next time we meet. And believe me when I say that you will be glad I did! Meanwhile, it will make it easier to think of these crystalline forms as individual "globes", rather than individual crystals."
What we see happening here, is a division into ever smaller replications of those boundless universes. Each globe containing replicants of every original component, thus duplicating, within each globe, the original boundless universe in every detail. In other words, if we were inside any one of the duplicate globes, we wouldn't be able to tell the difference between that and the original boundless universe, without some very special knowledge. We need to be thoroughly grounded in this concept, because without understanding it, the rest of what we study will seem meaningless."
Kronos continued. Stated simply, "The duplication process insures that no matter how large or small an individual sub-division is, it will always exactly reflect the original multi-universe, even down to the illusion of boundlessness." I interrupted him. "I'm curious as to how this is accomplished? I mean the illusion of boundlessness." Kronos replied. "To answer that is a bit difficult, but nothing ventured, nothing gained!" He laughed.
I was marveling at how anyone could know such detailed information about something so occulted, as the very nature of creation itself! He had explained to me that each event and each place had a built in explanation of what it was and how it worked. Since the explanation was encoded in light, the problem was how to correctly interpret the information. Kronos continued. "While I am at it, I want to mention that each globe, although identical in its' basic structure, is as different from every other globe, as snow flakes are different from each other. The reason for this is simple, each globe is like a piece of an infinite multi-dimensional puzzle, and although each piece is a small part of the same puzzle, it is, almost, imperceptibly different from its neighbors. The simple reason for this is that each globe occupies, or is occupying, its' own unique space in the "universal void", that no other globe can occupy, just the way a real piece of a puzzle can occupy its own unique space, where no other piece could. The main difference between globes and puzzle pieces is, a globe is multi-dimensional, and a puzzle piece is two dimensional, otherwise, they are exactly the same in nature. You are observing the precursor for "Natures" seemingly insatiable need for diversity."
I could feel him check me out to see if I was too tired to continue. "I sense that you are confused and tired, so I will wrap this up so you can go home to your honey." He laughed. "The illusion of boundlessness is accomplished by the fact of "curved space". By this I mean, because the space within each globe, dictated by its very own nature, is curved, it is then reasonable to assume that all of its' internal space, would somehow reflect this curvature, as well.
"Think of it this way. If an observer stationed within a globe didn't know that its' space was curved, and he were to shine a powerful beam of light straight out into space, he would expect the beam to travel out indefinitely. However, if the observer was astute enough, he would notice the light returning from exactly the opposite direction!" I interrupted him again, becoming more and more fascinated. "In regard to the universe I live in, do you mean that space there is also curved?" "Most definitely. Some day, when your technology for observing the deepest reaches of space, becomes sophisticated enough, to everyone's surprise, and possibly their humiliation as well, it will become apparent that the formation of galaxies in one direction is exactly the same as the formation of galaxies in the opposite direction!" Kronos smiled lovingly down upon me. "OK little puppy, I believe that is enough for now. After a small quiz of the information that we just covered,we shall continue on with the next lesson the next time we get together. If you didn't understand much of what was covered today, we can review it then."
"I know that you will enjoy the information we will study next, because it takes apart much of the mystery of creation!" And with that he was gone, leaving me to find my own way back home.
George the plumber was a pretty nice old guy. Froggy would call him in for any plumbing job that was too complicated, for he or mallard, to fix, which was just about everything except a running toilet. I liked George and I always try to see the best in people, but on the two occasions he had come to my apartment, it took me from several days, to over a week, to recover. It wasn't what he looked like or anything like that. It was the stuff he talked about! The first time he came out, it was to fix my garbage disposal. He started right off by telling me about his wife's uterus, and how She had some kind of nasty tumor that gurgled when they made love. I immediately felt very queasy, and had to sit down with my head between my knees. Unfortunately, I have the combination of a weak stomach and a vivid imagination. I still, to this day, after what he told me in such graphic detail, cannot even think about, let alone eat, "pink grapefruit"!
The second time he came out, was to fix my garbage disposal again. No sooner had he entered my apartment, when he proceeded to tell me, in great detail, about his prostate gland, and how it was the size of a bagel, and how they did a roto-rooter on him because he had to pee every five minutes. So, of course, I immediately felt very queasy, and had this debilitating pain in my you-know-what! Well, unfortunately, I am also a bit of a hypochondriac. So, for about a week, I walked around looking like a dog trying to take a dump, feeling like I had a bagel up my rear end, and of course, I had to pee every five minutes. Finally, I yielded to peer pressure, and under formal protest, I went to this Proctologist, who, unfortunately, had the largest fingers I have ever seen on man or beast! Fearing the worst, he finally told me, for no small sum of money and pain, that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me! Now I have trouble even looking at bagel, let alone actually eating one, without thinking about George the plumber's prostate gland!
As you can imagine, I couldn't wait for him to come out again! This time, however, it was not to fix my garbage disposal, it was for a dripping faucet in the bathtub, that kept me awake night after night after night! DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! Even shutting the bathroom door, and pushing towels against the bottom of the door, and putting cotton in my ears didn't help. All I could hear was this insidious DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! It was driving me mad! I told Froggy several times about it, and finally I had to threaten pounding pencils into my ears right in Mrs. Plunket's living room, before he would listen to me! "Stand back or I'll do it! I'll do it!" Is what I imagined what I would say, but I, because I am also a very big coward, could no sooner pound pencils into my ears than eat a bagel!
George was a very good plumber, and had been a plumber for thirty five years. He always seemed to know exactly what to do. This is why I was very surprised when he, for some reason, went insane right there in my bathtub. I had purposely stayed in the other room to avoid any lurid stories about tumors or diseases or anything like that. I could hear him cursing and banging, which I thought, at the time, was very uncharacteristic of him. The banging and the swearing got louder and louder until I heard the noise of gushing water. My curiosity got the better of me, and I had to look! I wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted me.
Poor George had gone completely mad, and was beating my poor faucet to death. It was just hanging there with its' little broken handles splayed out at odd angles, and water spewing out of where it used to be, like a steaming geyser. As I stood there horrified, he turned and looked at me. His eyes were blood red, and white foam was frothing from his mouth in such great quantities that it made him look kind of like Santa Claus. I immediately started to feel very queasy. He had a large ugly red handled "monkey wrench" in his hands. Suddenly he bolted straight for me! He was much quicker than even the General! I was instantly shot through with so much adrenaline, that I became "faster than a speeding bullet!" Luckily my door was open, and I sped through it knocking the cleaning lady flat. I raced down the hall towards the Plunket's, when I sensed that George was no longer behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see that he had collapsed and, as I found out later, died right there on top of the cleaning lady. They said he died of a brain tumor about the size of, "between a poached egg, and a small cheeseburger, with double meat".
I guess that is when I passed out, because when I woke up on my couch, Froggy was explaining to me. "I think I can understand why you did it. I mean I put myself in your place. I just wish the cleaning lady wasn't there, we could have smuggled him out the back." He whispered, glad he could help me after the fact. I thanked him. "But what about my faucet?" I yelled, but it was too late, he was very fast when he wanted to be. News, especially bad news, traveled fast in our little community. Even people from the third floor came down to inspect the "scene of the crime" and just stare at me as though I had just been featured on the "Channel Seven six o'clock news"! Mr. Segal the Attorney handed me his card, saying, "Here, I think you are going to need this!"
The same two cops that had warned me about the noisy girlfriend, had been there. They, of course, treating it like a murder, had taped off that section of the hall with yellow "Police line, do not cross." On floor of the hallway, there was white chalk outlines of George and the cleaning lady, which looked rather risque. They were very thorough at collecting "evidence". They had taken hair samples from my hair brush, and DNA samples from my bed sheet, and finger prints from my fingers. They had those thin white rubber gloves on, and blue surgical masks. The way they looked at me, I thought they were going to cuff me right then and take me in. Finally, they left, telling me not to leave town. It was then that the parade started. The one person I really needed to have console me, was Linda, but she was at her lawyers, and wouldn't be back until late. Even the General, who obviously thought I had murdered the man, had stopped by. "You should have brought him to me, I am an expert in hand to hand combat, and it would have been over in seconds, with out all of this fuss." His lazy eye wandering around disdainfully. Even Mr. Plunket waddled down the hall in his same under-shirt, the front of his boxer shorts gaping alarmingly. "What did you say to the son-of-a-bitch to set him off so bad?" He said, winking at me incessantly. "From the look of things, I guess you had to kill him!" Finally, even the cleaning lady came by, a cigarette hanging from her mouth, seemingly unperturbed by the event. She looked into the bathroom with water still gushing out. "I ain't cleaning this mess up!" Then she gave me a stare so cold that you could have hung meat on it. "I hope you get the chair!" She snarled. And sauntered back out into the hall. Poor Mallard came by, and all he could do was cry, shaking his head, teeth protruding straight out. Every time he would try to say something he would burst into tears. Finally he blubbered, "I liked George. Why did you have to kill him?"
A little later, another plumber came in and replaced my faucet with a brand new shiny one. And finally, after I had explained to Linda what had happened, and kissed her good-night, it was about nine at night. I was hoping that Kronos wouldn't want me to visit him, because I was just too emotionally drained. I don't think I could have taken one more thing.
Mrs. Peele and I collapsed on the bed, the poor thing had been cooped up in the pantry all day. We had just about dozed off when I thought I heard a noise. Yes, there is was again, no! It couldn't be! DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!........