The theory of everything is a theory of ideas. Matter and energy are unimportant, as are time and space. Mathematics are a way of understanding physics, yet what are mathematics without a mathematician? The universe was made believed to have existed whilst running parallel to every moment in time, carved over the aeons from future understandings of reality. It is only by through being believed in that a thing exists. For years scientists searched for the Higgs Boson, spending billions of euros to find the God particle. Is this any different from the fact that when Christians die that they go Christian heaven? Or that Buddhists are reincarnated as lobsters after not paying their taxes? In the centre of a black hole, where the forces of nature are so extreme they cease to make sense, is this an admittance that logical conclusions will eventually become illogical? What if you wore a hat with a brim so large it covered an entire city. If machines that can adapt were left on a planet long enough would evolve intelligence and ponder their existence~ would a video tape left playing long enough become sentient. If mankind ever was to reach the edge of the universe, could he begin to create new galaxies outside of everything? Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from nature.
Due to the saggy fabric of reality, all it takes for something to be true is for enough people to believe true. Science take place across the cosmos and involve the belief of aliens, so the rules remain simple. More locally the believed fictions tend to be more true. Werewolves once existed, so did Zeus. There is simply no other explanation. Why do we need science to explain things like telepathy when you and me know that it exists? We live in a fictional world striving for realism and falling to pieces when every million to one long-shot comes true. The weaknesses in order, the striving for chaos, the ringing from a bell tower that is yet to be built, lifting a stone to see the insects belief and dropping it down upon seeing them, the gradual realisation of your own aging, the squashy eyed moments of orgasm, two hammers pounding together, crystalline parallax, obnoxious rhododendron, that dreams are real and the real is a dream, time lapsed implosions of snails, the absurdity of being alive, the morning sun in summer, the continuum of ennui and staring off into the distance distracted by thoughts about the death of your partner. All of these fold like origami into a kind of lattice pork pie shape that's the time paradox revolution, if you extract the firmament using a simple Van Bolonvandervarian equation you can unlock the secrets of life. If not, you are rendered illegible for public recognition and dandelion seeds will be spread in your garden for six and six years.
