Ubiquitous Man

Ubiquitous Man

A glance over the world from the point of view of a Science Fiction Writer who assumes that Time is waved to all directions

Motto: The only thing you have really got is what you are and it is on you forever.

Mihaela Bufnila

ASSUMPTIONS

If God had died what would be the use of beautiful language and why would "beautiful" exist or function anymore deep down the oceans?

If I multiply and metamorphose into a cloud of spots under the pressure of magnetic fields, will I be able to enlarge my informational surface?

The supreme miracle stands for the way in which an assembly of points realizes it is an assembly of points.

[1]

The Ubiquitous Man seems to be the man of all times shaped into the body of contemporary Time. If this is not true, then I may be wrong when reporting myself to reality, and I have no other choice but accepting the generalized and the generalizing fiction according to which I don't even exist and, thus, I cannot witness myself. This means that, as I am only contents, I couldn't possibly build my exteriority from where to fully spy myself while plunging into the pleasure of the principle of multiple of one.

The Ubiquitous Man seems to be caught between the history jaws, on the verge of being smashed by his own sins, by his own fictions, or by the crowds waving like a roaring ocean, or by revolutions and wars or by impersonal administrative acts or by nature hardships - which is not a proper nature anymore.

As a universal construction, the Ubiquitous Man doesn't seem to be built by addition, the idea of a flowing time is seemingly. The time seems rather waved; the ubiquity gives the impression of the wave that... And look! You can see it before our visible horizon, now up, under the consciousness reflector, then vanished down the ocean full of universes, to the sailor's anxiety.

[2]

The Ubiquitous Man seems to be the man you feel close to you, resembling you, a sailor through the meaningful or meaningless storms, self-sufficient.

Often, the Ubiquitous Man ends up by being ridiculous, tragic or anecdotic. It is like, being upset that his predecessors are not sharing his attempts, he punishes them by exterminating them together with him, and this is his way of perceiving the finite.

Frequently, the Ubiquitous Man, a fragmented creature, cannot understand, cannot comprise all, cannot find out the meaning of things and then, he is expelled from the sailing registrar in one movement. But perhaps he doesn't even want to; it may be a sign of his way to perceive his own freedom.

He seems to be ubiquitous not only because he is neighbor to you, but also because you make common cause with him, in a deep, intimate way. Either you judge him roughly, or you deplore him, or you kill him in a metaphor, in a newspaper article or in a gun fight, or you don't recognize him or refuse to accept his presence, he won't die but together with you.

He may be Roman, Inca, or Pigmy, Jacobin or a dead navy gunman, or he may be the first man on the Moon or the charming cave man or the neighbor on your street on number 3, or the president of the contemporary empire or the communist woman leader, he is the Ubiquitous Man.

You know plenty of things about him or you are on the point of finding it all out, if you like it or not, and he often overwhelms you#with sense.

-0AThe Ubiquitous Man might become your model, your duty or your mission, your pain or your sense. The Ubiquitous Man dwells you or he prepares to settle inside you, out of a sudden. And this happens because he is the representation of all human beings who have ever lived on this planet and about whom, you believe or you will be reassured that you know or feel plenty of things, and we might call this your encyclopedia.

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The Ubiquitous Man is your link to the world and the worldly whole at the same time; it is your very encyclopedia. As there are no limits, today you resemble the living emperor, the president who has just died and the legendary swordsman who is haunting the cinema and your own imagination, and you are the Godzilla.

Maybe it's not quite like this and then, we may say that borders might really exist. But in your imagination, things are different. The imagination governs you perversely in time, whereas the Reason makes efforts to claim the guiding role. He is always on guard while the imagination sniffs the horizon clattering, somewhere in the crow's nest or up, on the mast.

The Ubiquitous Man looks like a fictional construction,