On Another Planet
By
Abubakar
Sulaiman Muhd (c)
alfalancy@yahoo.com
The
students stuffed in a spacious theatre room of the university few minutes
before the lecture began. The hall was among the first buildings erected during
the construction of the versity years in the past. It was amphitheatrical round
hall decorated with traditional royal arch of the Palace. Initially the arch
was from the ancient Hausa architecture slanting from across four angles of the
room and met at the high center to support the muddy roof as a bulwark against
any possible attack from heavy rain or howling wind.
The
students were mostly fresh except for those from the levels ahead and others
who came from other departments. Words from the predecessors about the lecturer
had been passed to them sometimes before their coming to the college in the
course of discussion with former students. From the words they obtained they
were told his classes were crowded, and unlike other lecturers’, happy and
cheerful. He introduced new knowledge that left many feeling totally ignorant
for the first time after undergoing rigorous earlier learning.
“Which course, Philosophy or History?” a
friend would ask.
“No,
Anthropology.”
“Whatever
is it, you’re going to meet one Professor teaching Philosophy, he’s very
interesting.” Referring to one Professor
Kassim Yahaya. He was smart and intelligent, geek among the college community
for his braniacs. Well known among all the faculties and departments for his ingenuity
in various fields of learning. Nobody could specifically tell a single department
he permanently taught. He had studied Science Education during his
undergraduate studies and proceeded to bag Masters in History and Philosophy of
Science, Ph, D in Mysticism, Divinity and Modern Physics, and Professorship in Archeology
and Ancient Science. His deepest interest in scholarship allowed him to read
other courses such as Anthropology, Astrology Iconography and Ancient Media. He
was also a full tenured Professor in Parapsychology, History, and Linguistics, and
had read much more about Classics. He taught Evolution of Science, Metaphysical
Science, Greco-Roman Mythology and Occult Symbology. Specializing in Neural and
Computational Linguistic, he ended up spearheading various research teams where
they came up with lot of contributions in Artificial intelligence. He was a
legend among the circus of academia. Having received more than fifty-eight
honorary degrees across the network of colleges and universities all over the
world, and seats in the Board of Directors in as many as twenty corporations,
scores of academic publications, many students wondered, mouth agape, arms
akimbo, when they saw him walking across the campus after they had heard words severally
about him, his works and achievements. “This is the Professor,” they gossiped
softly, pointing fingers towards his direction hoping that he didn’t hear.
A
highly respected figure among his colleagues. While other lecturers began to
fidget in the presence of the Vice Chancellor, this man had the tendency of
challenging the VC on issues they had different views. “Look VC, I can only do
that if the university would give some little allowance.” He spoke to the VC
boldly.
Terrible one, an office assistant fidgeted in reverence knowing
that no staff could dare to attempt such move. Arguing with VC, according to
the perception of especially guards and clerical staff was a mistake only new
recruits could make that would cause an immediate termination of his contracts.
Not
like some lecturers who were very unsociable, Professor Kassim was always
charming and gregarious who hung around with his students. Students and
lecturers had often remained shot by surprise when they found him chatting with
his students, laughing and cheering as if among his fifty-eight-year-old peers.
“Wow! my guys,” he cheered, offering his palm for loud excited slap fashionable
among adolescents only.
He
had no restriction as to the time his students would visit his office. Some
students were deadly afraid to approach their lecturers for complaint even on
their missing tests. “Yes, come in,” a knock on his door by some students. “Any
problem?” His door was always open.
“Oh,
sir it is about the test. We were not around when you did it last week. That
day our car got punctured on the way here.” It was an open test he usually did
to try the intelligence of his young students. After delivering the lecture to
the students and gave them the hints and reference about the main points and subject
matter, he would then return one day to do the test, and that day some four
young men were not around.
“Test,”
he shouted as he got into the class. Some students felt jittery on hearing the
word. Bad day. “ What is big deal in it?” he said, “If I were you I would be
battling with not what to write, not what to write.” He would be battling with the gush of ideas to
select the best of them not battling to find the points to write. “It’s no big deal,”
he said after he realized the fear and nervousness that gripped many faces. “You
can open your books; go to any library, state library if you like in as much as
you won’t stay longer than thirty minutes. You can even go out and ask any
bloody lecturer you feel like.” Faces smiling, books flipping open.
“But
remember, no A-grade in my course, not at all.” He shook his head. He was known
as a crossbridge behind his back, a phrase
he constantly used to denote failure to a student.
“Why
sir?” one girl ventured already her book open on her lap. “We did the lecture
here and it’s the same idea we would bring back, why can’t we get good marks.”
“Of
course I did it here, but one miracle is this whatever I teach here I go to my
office and set the questions and attempt to answer them myself. But do you know
what happens in the end?” Eyes poured on him, “I could not score more than forty
marks out of the total five questions.” Very bad, it was D-grade, pass. I still could make it, some of them
thought. “The problem is that, it’s only I that can get these marks. Others
will only end up scoring not more than thirty marks, which is the highest they
could earn.” He said emphatically.
The
four students were seated on the chairs and asked if he could do the test. “Why
not if you’re ready.” Two days earlier before they came for the test, they had
buried themselves in books reading all the topics they had expected questions
might appear.
“Yes
sir, we are ready.” They chorused happily.
“The
three of you should go out,” they went leaving only one person in. They would
answer different questions, individually.
“Sir,
I wish I were in the class when you did the test, I would have performed
wonderfully, only for the problem.” The first guy was flattering to prove the
lecturer he understood his course very well so that he could win his mercy
considering their excuse. The guy had been yanking a sheet of foolscap from his
folder to start writing the answer.
“Where
did the car get the problem?” The lecturer asked.
“Kofar Nassararwa,” the guy replied, while
writing his reg number on the top of the sheet.
“Which
angle of the wheel got punctured?” The lecturer asked.
“Front
tire sir, the left side.” He was expecting questions but then he just realized their
conversation was shifting to be the test. Were these the questions, simple,
everyone could answer them, he thought.
“Alright,
finished.”
The
guy moved to go but the lecturer said, “where are you going? remain seated.”
The Prof stood for the door to call another person to answer his questions. Immediately the guy sitting realized their
mistakes. The lecturer was more intelligent than they had ever thought to
outsmart him.
“Where
did you say the car got punctured?” he queried the second student now sitting
on another chair. The urging to communicate few words of what had transpired
was prodding in the first guy. Kofar Nassarawa,
he felt like whispering. But impossible the lecturer was watching him closely,
and his friend had no idea what the questions were all about.
He
stopped shut for some while, completely lost of how to get the correct answer. Not
knowing what to say, the second guy volunteered, “Fagge Sir.” Good, one big lie, a totally different
area. The lecturer shot a glance to the first student, you see a pure lie, the
look said.
“And
which side of the wheel,” the Professor shot again.
“Right side, from the back.” The Professor
pinned the first guy with a piercing look.
“Alright, it’s over.”
The third guy came in. “Where were you when the car
punctured?” The two exchanged suspicious looks as the Prof fired.
The guy
scratched his head in serious meditation to get the idea Prof was talking
about. He had foggeton they told Prof earlier that their car got punctured on their way to school on that day.
“Actually...sir...hm...” he muttered eyeing his
friends for some assisitance.
“He’s lost, any idea?” The Prof intervened when he found out pairs of three eyes locked to each other, “help him.”
The first two were now sweating.
“Hm…Kabuga
sir,” he said when help came in the end. One of them had been egging him on
with some mouthing but mistakenly he lip-read what his friend was attempting to
tell. Why didn’t you tell me what’s going on in here before I came? He agitated
by hand gestures.
“And
which tire?”
“Left,
back.” He said very uncertain.
“Good,”
Professor said, eyeing them all guardedly. Kofar Nassarawa, Fagge and now
Kabuga, tires from three different angles; front left, right back and yet left
back again got punctured in different places in a car carrying the same people,
and at the same time. Mad.
“Tell
me which place were you the car punctured?” the fourth guy was in already.
“Aminu
kano Way,” speaking confidently in an event that turned out totally dramatically
laughable verbal irony. “I was even trying to phone you but my phone ran out of
power,” he went on. Powerful force of laughter was surging forth the minds of
the other guys. They struggled to stifle it but couldn’t help when their eyes
matched Professor’s.
“And…”
“And
what…?” The Prof cut him shot hedging laughter too, “It’s enough here.”
“This
is your test; grade yourselves based on your performances.” He shrugged flippantly.
He was a bit dramatic, now they realized they and their intelligence were being
played here.
“Why
didn’t you organize your words before you came?” The Prof said sarcastically.
Until the Professor talked them to leave they were unable to get their faces
uncovered with shame. “You can go.”
He
was liberal and did anything that made up ninety percent of his life this way.
While some lecturers frowned their faces to earn students’ respect, this man
was always welcoming. “You can come in,” he said when a student came late. “Why
not allowing you in, come and trade your ignorance and I will buy it with
knowledge.” They could only drink little from this vast ocean. Every student was completely at home to act
and ask anything he wanted, even in a silly, rude way. But the crossbridge phrase kept them away from
daring that. Students could possibly pass his course despite his stingy marks
but he had another way of punishing anybody who turned out rude. If a student
offended him the Prof would not let him know. He won’t let the student have the
impression of being worthy failing his course, it was a favor. He would simply
be boiling him in cool water. That student would never fail his course but the Prof
would connive with other people that the student could not make meaning why he
failed. He would simply go underground and seek the cooperation of his
colleagues.
“Dr.
Isa, please one girl offering your course…the one usually in purple, tall
...driving in ash car…” giving her description, “fail her, don’t allow her cross the bridge.” It was from this the
christen originated.
“Alright…no
problem. I have one guy offering your course; I want to have him failed.” He
too would lodge his request in exchange.
After
the result came out the target students would just see they had passed his
course, the one they deadly, deadly feared, but failed another they never
thought of having any problem. It took many years before they understood such
mystery. He simply looked somebody who misbehaved and said crossbridge. Regular using of the phrase made them to understand
what he meant. Then one day he was in
the class when a girl came very late. She came in with a phone glued to her
cheeks, and along her way to the seat shoved the old Prof against his shoulder
and went uncaring without apology. She exuded the pride and impression of
superiority to other girls and even some lecturers. She was haughty and
arrogated herself the prestige of the ‘most beautiful girl’ of the college
after she won the trophy of the National Universities Queen Beauty Contest. Turning
from the whiteboard the Professor said, “Gorgeous apparition,” shaking his head
in mischief. “Crossbridge,” he simply said and went on. That girl had to fail
nine modules that year (carryover).
The
class was full to brim waiting the lecturer to arrive. For the past thirty odd
years when he started as a junior lecturer, he never missed his class for a minute
late. He came to the class ahead of time and waited the clock to tick there. Teaching
was his entire life, his breathing. When he was operated in the hospital last
year, the doctor thought it would be at his convenience if he could stop for
some days in the hospital. But next morning upon the completion of the
operation, he went to school for lecture. There he swapped way with the
students who came to visit him upon learning his illness.
Papers
tucked in his arm and was striding briskly waving off greetings from the
students and colleagues he met. Some entourage of students was following him to
ask some questions, jogging up to catch up with the Professor.
“Please
sir, about your lecture yesterday on Philosophy,” one student chipped feeling
very little.
“Go ahead,” he said concentrating towards the
class. He broke into jog when he finally checked his time and found only few
minutes remained.
“About
the relationship between body and soul.” Professor Kassim Yahaya felt an
educated part of him in Philosophy was pressed. He often asked the students if
they could tell any difference that exists between soul, mind and heart.
“Metaphysics,”
he egged on. “That will take a whole semester your little mind did not
understand. I prepare lecture on that every year. You can take my Divinity courses
I talk a lot about it there.” He said
stepping onto the veranda of the lecture room.
He
was not surprised to see the hall filled, with the number of young men and woman
multiplied about three times yesterday’s attendance. Classes were often dried
up but his lecture was always congested. His previous lecture on Religious
Symbology in Modern Sciences left many nodding their heads in staggering
astonishment. It took them to a new world and quite unchartered territory. After
the lecture they immediately became aware of knowledge in plain view they
didn’t bother to consider previously.
“How
many of you here believe in any religion?” the first thing he asked standing
before the class. Puzzled looks registered across faces despite the scores of
hands that went up. The reason for asking was a question a student asked when
the Prof entered, seeking further explanation on a debate he had with his
friend: lot of people were slipping into pre-Christian practices in the guise
of modernity.
“It’s
damn true,” the Prof said. “You will be surprise if I tell the manifestations
of pagan practices in your daily life.” The class fell silent. This was of course
the man they had been hearing about. “You worship multiple gods. I ‘m afraid,
you are fresh and this may blow off your minds.”
“Tell
us,” shouts erupted. From middle of the front row a girl was whispering
something in her neighbor’s ear when silence restored and the Professor was
able to hear the scratches of her last words.
“You,” he stopped the lecture abruptly, “stand
up.” Eyes followed the direction of his pointing finger.
“I,”
one girl asked reluctantly.
“No,”
he pointed back. “The one in blue.” He
specified and the sea of eyes showered on her, heads turning back.
“What
were you telling her?”
“Nothing
sir,” she denied.
“Do
not lie,” he urged. He had low tolerance for lie.
He
asked the girl whom the words were whispered to stand up, “tell the class what she
was telling you.”
Without
hesitation she said, “Sir she told me you are…” she was damn struck shut.
“Blasphemous,”
he completed. “I heard what she was telling.” The class grew eager to hear what
he had to tell. “You’re not the first to
say this for many had said it before you. And you won’t be the last for many
more would say it again.”
“Do
you know what she was saying, class?” He asked.
“Share
with us.” One kinky guy yelled from the back.
“Even
yesterday I heard students say it, unknown to them I was within earshot. She
was saying I ‘m not religious.” He went on to quote the girl, ‘see this Professor as old as he’s, he is
not yet married.’ He mimicked her feministic voice and
coquettish gesture, slanging his hand close to his chest. The class burst into
rancorous laughter, enjoying the scene seeing Professor act like sissy.
“Now,”
he turned to respond. “Young lady you don’t have to worry I’m married to three
wives.”
“Ah…no
Professor.” The class shouted in protest. They were told that the Professor was
unmarried for years and now he was telling them something different.
“I’m
married to books, surfing and teaching. It’s only your narrow minds that could
not understand.” Laughing again. The Professor knew the significance of
bachelorhood. He travelled on academic tour without being disturbed from home,
and while at home he enjoyed himself in the sort of excellent books.
“And
if you’re talking of religion, I’m the follower of four different faiths.”
Nonsense, religion was the matter of only one choice. “I’m more devoted than
any of you here,” silence. “I go to the temple on Thursday, mosque on Friday, synagogue
on Saturday and church on Sunday.”
“Sir,”
one boy shot up. “Religion doesn’t work like this.”
“What
if I tell you this, in a hazardous undertaking multiple insurance policies are
better than one.”
“Exactly
Prof,” somebody shouted in his support.
He
smiled it off and continued. “Back to our lesson. Yes, you’ll be worshiping
other gods when you commit yourself religiously to other things - say computer
for example, imagine how young chaps spend gross time on facebook or twitter,”
instantly they began to realize how they unwittingly worshipped the networking
sites.
“Please
who can help with the definition of worship,” so they could see the point
clearly.
Many
hands wound up. “Yes, you,” he pointed.
“Worship
is the great devotion or excessive love and admiration or respect felt for
someone or something.”
“Good,
sit down,” he went on. “You could believe if I tell you that you are devoting
much of your time to your gadgets. Class,” he called out “your computer and
cellphones are your deities you toil 24/7 devoting. Put it another way, worship is an origin of
old English ‘weortscipe’ – condition of worth.” Heads went down as students
began taking notes. “ ‘Weorth’…worth, now imagined it. Respect and devotion.”
“In
the next few minutes,” he continued, “you will get to understand that you’re
dripping into paganism despite your claim of modernism.” Crazy. “Symbol reveals
different meanings according to situations. Only few will now realize that
you’re embracing pagan practices.”
“You
mean devil worship, Masonic?” Satanic symbol in our modern times, one student wondered.
“The
word pagan doesn't mean devil worship, it’s the 14th century Latin
word paganus - ‘rural,’ ‘district,’ ‘villager’
or ‘country-dweller’.” The class hushed as the Professor explained. Now the history department in his
head was set in motion. “This then shifted to mean ‘civilian’ or ‘rural
dwellers’ that clung to the Nature Worship. Cited from Brown,” he referred them, “the ancient held their
world in two halves. The masculine and feminine. Their gods and goddesses kept
the world together. The belief was that when men and women were balanced, the
world would be in harmony. For the ancient beliefs, the world lives in harmony
when men and women are balanced, the mason fraternity adherents of our times
had to reinforce the earlier beliefs of their ancient brotherhood by championing
modern women right movements.”
“Could you imagine if tell you these pagans sought
knowledge and contradicted the earlier claims by religion. They were in constant crisis and hunted by the
church. They went underground only to
reappear as a powerful multilateral organizations, business magnets and
intellectuals who set the goal of putting the world into a mission called ‘New
World Order based on free world, open-mindedness, and a creed that doesn’t discriminate anybody
regardless of race, culture, and tolerance.” Now they began to see the origin
of modern creeds: The women right struggles, free-world, tolerance and sort of
doctrines like these. “They’re determined to set policies that ever undermine faiths.”
“I assume most of you are offering Dr. Said
Dukawa’s International Studies?” heads nodded. “You treated topics such as globalization,
religious tolerance and so forth. Tell me what he said about religious
tolerance as a factor of bringing different beliefs to integrate into a global
village?”
“Willing
to live with people from different ‘coalchore’,”
the Prof strained his ears in apparent disappointment, “and beliefs without one
forcing his own upon others.” The girl spoke with heavy southern Nigerian
accent.
“Please
could someone help with this new word?” he said with playful earnestness hoping
to make vivid correction. The class
nonplused, new word? “Young lady, I will be glad if you can spell the word
which came after religion,” ‘coalchore’ she
mispronounced the correct sound of the word, culture.
She
started aloud, “c…u…l…t…,” ehm, he said
scribbling each letter on the board, “u…r…e,” instantly the word ‘culture’ materialized on the board.
“Oh
you mean culture? I will never understand” he said playfully. “Young lady,” he
realized it would benefit all if he would address the whole students, “ class
for your information, if you mean the word which means belief, custom,
practices and social behavior of a people, the correct pronunciation is …culture” He said the word and
wrote the prescription on the board. [kúlchər].
“And
what did you learn here?” now referring to religious tolerance.
“In
this civilized integrated world we don’t need to expose our beliefs
publically.”
“And
this translates into…?” he guided hopefully, lest the students would get it by
themselves.
“When
we are civilized enough we can only show our religious beliefs in churches and
mosques and leave them there if we are going out.”
“That’s
it all. Now can’t you see that Illuminati always claims civilization. And by
your civilization, you are always pagan in public life.” He shrugged, letting
his arms falling down to make a muffled sound on his sides. “The ancient
Illuminati had been in constant loggerhead with the religion because they
challenged some propositions put forth by the church, now they came out to
weaken the influence of religion. I don’t know if you understand that the
illuminati had succeeded already because only one religion can rise up against
the secular policies introduced by the New World Order.” He observed.
“According
to Robert,” now referring to the topic of practicing pre-Christian acts “As homage
to the goddess Venus, the pagan Greeks used to organize their Olympic game to
celebrate its eight-year circle. Now a small number of you can understand the
four year schedule of modern Olympic game which still followed the half circle
of Venus is a pagan practice.” Heads were
still nodding in amazing discovery, “It’s also Masonic rituals believing in the
High Power,” reference to the revered Uranus the Greco-Roman god of the sky. “I
don’t know if you can count seeing Professional athletes pointing their hands
skyward when they made a score?”
“Freemasons
encourage intellectuality and they are pagans, right?” The class nodded. “Their
view is that intellectualism allows one to open his mind and investigate the
true nature of things.” Remembrance of the previous lectures on History and
Philosophy of Science, Occult Symbology and Modern Physics came to minds. “Science
is opposed to blind acceptance. Composed of enlightened minds, the brotherhood
as an intellectual body believed that the dogma disgorged by religion was
mankind’s remarkable obstacle for scientific progress and knowledge which would
ultimately let human being to wallow in abyss darkness.” It’s nowadays
fashionable seeing intellectuals rejecting any faith because they amassed
knowledge they could not control.
“With
knowledge the world is witnessing a remarkable breakthrough that people could
control the world’s destiny. They’re able to do whatever they want in the techno-advanced
world where the word ‘impossible’ is removed from usage. Even the impossible is
made possible for the belief that once the idea is conceived as a dream, the
unimaginable is now possible in view of the fact that it has ever been dreamt
of.” But whatever man dreamt and achieved has been achieved because God had
made it to be possible. “Man is no longer in need of divine destiny to guide
him. Knowledge is spread everywhere, on the mother Earth, Mercury, Mars,
Jupiter and all other planets. Whatever one thinks is difficult or impossible;
it is only that because of man’s limited contact with the wider diverse universe.
He might travel to another planet and finds his answers, new discovery where he
could discover the untapped human potential reserved in an uncharted territory.
Even those who did not believe in hereafter couldn’t because they did not go there.
And it’s because none of them went and came back to tell the story that is why such
people belie the situation. But they could do one thing: why not leave some
information on the invincible cybernet as a proof, since the world is always
evolving, so that upon their return to the world after years of evolving as renewed
creatures maybe as inanimate or other living being and whenever they returned
as human being so they can find that information as a mark to confirm their
original being once again. With only this proof when they come back they can
confirm if there is no hereafter at all.” The Professor was packing as the
lecture was moving to an end.
“It’s
from such travel to another planet that man came with a souvenir. Edgar
D. Mitchell,
a US astronaut who in 1972, upon his return from the Apollo 14 mission
founded the Institute of Noetic Science in Palo Alto, California. The institute
studies psyche phenomena in scientific situations.” he faced the
class attentively. Too much money made
people not carry money, this Professor needed no book before he delivered and
cited references from memory with many departments in his head.
“How
many among you had ever read materials about Ancient Science?” no hand up, “Neural Physics,”again no hand, he continued
mentioning titles. “Psychic Exploration: A Challenge for Science,” still the
class was muted; apparently nobody had heard such things before this time.
“Any
idea about Noetic Science?” he asked. Heads went down to check the word noetic in the cellphones dictionary. “No, you don’t have to check; the
word is not found in the dictionary.”
Mad, what have we got to do with that, the
students thought. We’re not science students after all. He had wanted to refer
them to some relevant materials earlier on, but the fear of being disappointed deterred
him.
“Class
you are actually not prepared to learn anything. I wonder having a graduate
without reading any other book other than those in the curriculum and calls
himself a graduate.” Now sometimes students assume science and art are hostile
entities that came to oppose each other forever, and never try to get the two,
not knowing that the two are just two simpatico fields taking different
approaches to finding the same truths only that science is too little to
understand. It argues that there would be no way something will be created from
nothing. The point was that science did
not believe in the power of God in creating the universe from nothing. The
battle of how universe came to be was struck by one of the fundamental laws of
Physics which held that matter cannot be created out of nothing. Every creation,
according to Physics, was from energy: and God Almighty was the ultimate source
of power and energy. It was from this that the Prof often took amusement in the
ignorance of some students and his colleagues.
“Why
do you study Physics?” He asked his science students on the first lecture.
“Why
if not to go to the lab and create tools.” They replied and the Prof chuckled,
they didn’t know that physics had set initially to investigate how real the
existence of God. Physics always believes that one plus one is always two but
in faith there are sometimes variations.
The
Professor had recently worked on several materials about Noetic Science from
different sources. Psychokinesis is the ability to influence inanimate objects
by willpower. There were recent reports that someone was able to cause a
laboratory needle to move as if a weight had been put on one pan. The man could
hypothetically bend spoons and keys by mind power. However, critics have noted
that he’s by Profession a stage magician and that other magicians have done
these by sleight of hand and a little ingenious technology. Precognition is the
ability to forecast events, a capacity parallel to fortune-telling and
occultism, one of the most enthusiastic study of parapsychological phenomena.
But whatever the case, Magic is an authentic knowledge,
because during the ancient time man collaborated with devils to perform some
miracles perhaps by then the devil folk were more advanced in knowledge than
man. Ancient magicians obscured their knowledge from others for the fear it
might get into the wrong hand. Exactly like what the nuclear powers are
obscuring the technology for the same fear that it may get into the wrong hand
that would destroy the world. Now as man is advanced he can do such magic with
proof.
Already
the world had witnessed the invention of Brain Computer Interface device which basically uses neuro-tech to allow man
manipulate things using his brain, allowing a user to perform tasks by brain
cell activity alone. The Neural Interface System, allows a paralyzed man to
move a computer cursor, draw shapes, and play video games simply by imagining
the movements in his mind. This is of course magic by proof.
“Some
of your ill-informed friends in Pentagon,” referring to the building housing
the faculty of science and its technology departments at the old wing of the
campus, “think to study science for the sake of science and never having an
idea of using their empiricism and symmetry to accurately arrest life
challenges. They only take science as science, ignorant of the fact that
science branched off from the art. The two are one thing and the same only that
one takes empirical approach to investigate nature while the other is dealing
with the sheer belief and faith. Now the two are reconciling as they are
working together, the physics particles are blending with mysticism, science
meets philosophy, mind over mass, in a new discipline called Noetic Science. Science
is always art, because any scientific idea was initially conceived as a dream before
it was transformed into reality, and dream is fantasy and fantasy is art and
art is magic.” He adjusted his posture and continued. “The only problem with
you guys” referring to both the art and science students, “is that you don’t
even know that knowledge is circles within circles that anything is connected
to anything so that not everyone knows anything.”
“Our
brothers and sisters in the science department are still groping their way in Mathematics,
Physics, Chemistry and Medicine whereas people in other places are turning a
new page into Noetic Science. The world had completed its full 2nd
intellectual rotation – starting a whole new Renaissance. Knowledge is
completing its cyclical phase after long journey to arrive one more time at the
starting point. This new discovery of Noetic Science is proving the
unimaginable into reality. Magic by proof as
more mystic and super-high
technologies are blending to form shocking realities as data is poured in - all supporting the ideology of Noetic Science,
the untapped potential of human mind. Our thoughts interact with the physical
world where man can manipulate objects by the intention of his mind, like the
miraculous stuff we see in the movies such as Merlin, Harry Potter, and Lord of
the Rings.” The curiosity to watch the movies one more time aroused in the
students.
“Sir
I don’t understand this actually,” the question represented many minds.
“Let
me quote,” he said “according to Professor D. Brown, Noetic Science fanatic and
ancient wisdom aficionado. ‘Our thought…’”
he continued, “‘any tiny idea that forms
in our mind actually has mass. If thought is an actual thing, then it is a
measurable entity. If a thought has mass then a thought can exert gravity and
pull things towards it’. This is how it works.”
Man
is now the master of his universe through knowledge where some people began to
feel they are demi-gods for making the unimaginable into staggering
possibilities. The Prof collected his things and tucked them back to his
armpit. He reached to the door and turned, “assignment, “he shouted, “my
question today is do you think it’s possible to create a new technology during
the third world’s intellectual rotation capable of suspending the next day from
coming since man can control the destiny of his universe?”
