All Chapters of Science fiction: The believable impossibilities : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Life is tough for the non-rich. I am not poor either. But then, I am also not non-poor in certain types of poverty misfits. For example, I need help to afford what I do not buy for my research. I am still determining when I will fully be back to ordinary work. But my inclination towards research says that it will be delayed a lot. I wouldn't be spiritually comfortable if I ever returned to a full-time job every day. Money was never something I ever valued. Otherwise, why am I the most underpaid worker in my eyes? Underpaid for, I cannot buy in ten years duty that for which I live to exist. I am so sorry about economics because it fails me as a researcher. As a person, I also fail when I cannot relax with things I want because they cost a lot.Money is for a purpose. The purpose fulfilled means no more need for cash. But my goal was to study for my whole life, which I cannot fulfil now, though my life is still incomplete by its end. I feel too sorry to express that I always struggled to

What is in resemblance of peace? Where do ethics begin? Will I nurture good objectives by being selfish? If I fail, will I also be inevitable? What is the opposite of life? Death! Then how can death be for the good if life is its opposite? How can nobility shrink to be limited to a single grave? Where do I begin? Why should I end? The end of life is good. I need help understanding the concept of heaven even today. The bible didn't fail me as much as the bible was unable to stand the findings of my research.People cover themselves with the floor. Those who have next to nothing to support themselves. They, too, must live. I must live the storm if it helps fight the end somewhere. Life is hurting me at floor level. Amy is dead. I didn't kill her. She failed me in my desire to have a company in the future. The doctor says she was under considerable stress. They dug her up. But what's this? I can still talk to her. How? Whispers in my mind speak to her. That's because I am a patient with

What if the world drives me insane? There has to be some level of insanity in you from starting for the world to drive you insane. I am revolutionising science here, but the world considers me disharmonious. There is a privilege for everything in the little you have. But as you grow in your wants, you begin to expect more. Expecting more is not the same here as deserving more. You might not even deserve little, but you adore more. You want to resemble a few rich not like many more. You must acknowledge defeat for progressing for you being limited. You don't throw stones on the other you disbelieve.I am researching imagination. Einstein said imagination was a superior target of intellect. He believed that. I do believe it too. My imagination keeps me spellbound in my dreams. I realise little has more and more has nothing that can repair me from within. Life's infinite goal begins with a single step but needs giant intellectual leaps. That's what my medicine for killing death away from

Died young! no, no, no, I cannot lose my dear ones to death. I will find a death cure. The next day, I went to the office and resigned; I took carefully the little money they gave me as pay. I was happy again and forgot the yell as spit on my face. I was back in my laboratory again. Thus, I saved a plant with alkaline water. New! I was too happy with the newness of my ideas. I was shining bright, though only in my own eyes. I was dancing away from the last grieves and growing joyously though fearful of falling money from my hands. I am at that small coffee shop. I am happy, too. I sing a song this way and am so glad, too! I am delighted, too. I was delighted too with my wife. Today, I was alone, so what? I am still excited, too.“I need not know me To compare with Anyone around me People left me to my own loneliness.As if I was never once amongst there.There is still pain in my heart.How can I expect death as the returnof the efforts I toil for?”Aptitude, arise, localise, real

This new day too, I was again with the last days some thoughts – Why we should not educate kids and know what they have to tell/speak…Why should science not be the first school subject at age 7 or 9? Because the brain tells us the logic which we are unable to gather info otherwise.Let's create a quest and feed on the creation of all knowledge, this time without brainwashing or manipulation by any book. Maybe we will know what has never been known nor experienced any other way before.Creating ice cream from a parlour is not possible, but creating a beautiful, happy you in an ice cream shop is possible.Let's create knowledge. Let's invent new. Make sure you don't walk down the street but instead climb up high. That's life. That' creates the right sound.We cannot specify what is wrong at this level of no experimental data. But we know things need to be changed. We need to create at least a little more from more. But, why can't we grow extremes in our minds? Is our brain limited by t