Infinity Squared Chapter 3
Infinity Squared…Chapter 3
This is the third chapter of my third book…Infinity Squared. It is a continuing story about a fellow who met a deity and was given knowledge of what is coming in the afterlife. I wrote this six years ago. While it seems a little bleak, it sets the stage for the end of his life where all the things he was told were coming, came. The idea of the books was to create a place to view life in an objective way. I had to play fast and loose with science and physics…such is fiction.
“The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity.” Mark Twain
Here I am, man at his worst. Weakened by age and becoming useless in the eyes of the world around me. As we age in this society, we slowly sink out of sight and become unimportant even in our own eyes. We have retirement homes, senior condos and whole communities designed to warehouse the aged. When we no longer see them as viable, we don’t want to see them at all.
The world we inhabit is a place of youthful exuberance. What the members of the rock and roll band Kansas called “this brainstorm of youth.” I still recall it. I know of what they spoke. I remember being scary smart for a decade or two.
Now I’m sitting in my den writing this on my 56th birthday and though I’m not quite to the point of being put out to pasture, I’m already of the age where the world looks at me differently than it did a short 10 years ago. I’m on the downward trek towards societal uselessness. It is where just about everyone ends up.
At this point in our lives if we’re not the owner of the business or at least one of the bosses, our employer is always on the lookout for a way to replace us with someone less expensive. We are forced to work harder and smarter. You’d think as we got older things would wind down some, but that isn’t the case. If we do wind down, they get a kid to take our spot. They don’t work all that hard but they cost a whole lot less.
Memory is the key to success. When I was young, I could remember everything. I could grasp complex issues at a conceptual level and wring a s