CHRONIC MEETING CLOSE WITH PERFECTION
Sunday dawned warm, bathing my room in a soft glow. I
turned on the television and a majestic black stallion, seemingly bursting from
the screen, left me awestruck. Its coat, as shiny as obsidian, and its deep,
penetrating gaze seemed to hold the secrets of a thousand worlds. As the
stallion galloped across imaginary plains, a cacophony of sounds filled the
air. Four radio stations—sports, culture, news, and gossip—mingled in a chaotic
symphony. It was as if my mind were an invisible orchestra, conducting the
melody of the universe. I could switch channels with a mere thought, mastering
this dreamlike reality with astonishing ease.
Listening to multiple radio stations simultaneously
was just one more of the wonders that science and technology had achieved. A
nano-ship, 900 million times smaller than a pinhead, was all that had been
inserted into my brain. With a little practice, I could switch stations with
just my will. I could also listen to radio stations from anywhere on the planet
or from any planet in the universe. Similarly, there were thousands of other
devices integrated into my brain and body that served to open or close the
doors of my house, buy a travel ticket, turn on the stove, although I didn't
need the stove or food since it was enough to take a couple of minutes of the
sun's rays on my skin to recharge my entire system. Drinking a little potable
water enriched with trace elements was enough. Water was abundant in all
nations. Countries didn't exist as borders, but as bridges of connection.
We had the cleanest water; the air, land, and
atmosphere were kept free of impurities. Free of viruses, bacteria. A gigantic
flash of violet light every 20 minutes over the atmosphere was enough to keep
the environment clean. No one got sick. But if someone wanted to go through
this experience, they could get sick for minutes, days, hours, or weeks. And then be 100% healthy.
There was no social security, but there were booths
stationed on the streets like phone booths. You could enter with a piece of
hair, your fingerprints, or a reading of your bio-energy field, and that was
enough to reproduce a finger, a toe, or a piece of skin. For simple procedures,
robots attended to you, placing you in a capsule and then you would emerge
healed. For more complex interventions, there were people who were responsible
for performing these operations. Some people didn't need this because their
genetic system was designed to reproduce any missing part of themselves. If you lost a hand, it would grow back
Accidents and lies didn't exist here, as thoughts were
vibrations that could easily be evidenced or read. And being sincere was always
a gain because you would achieve what you wanted more quickly. An accident was
almost impossible, given that everything was interconnected. And if one occurred, it was almost immediately corrected.
People had the ability to shift their physical form as
often as twice a day. A clean-shaven individual could suddenly be adorned with
a full beard. Blue eyes could morph into green, yellow, or any hue imaginable.
Hair color, height, and skin tone were all subject to change. This remarkable
transformation took place within a stunningly beautiful setting.
People could live for thousands of years, achieving
immortality. Everyone had the chance to reach the pinnacle of their chosen
field. The concept of lying was nonexistent, as thoughts and information were
permanently visible.
Nations and governments did not concern themselves
with the movement of people. There was always enough space to accommodate
everyone in a single nation, if needed. If all people from all nations were to
mobilize and reside in a single nation, they could arrive and be cared for.
Transportation methods, teleportation, and communication systems allowed for
the planning and generation of the necessary logistics in a matter of seconds,
enabling people to be on one side of the planet or solar system. Governments
did not exist to govern, as each person governed themselves based on their
vocation, well-being, and abilities to fulfill their ideals.
Governments met exclusively to discuss the singular
code of honesty. Monetary systems were absent, and all individuals were
entitled to receive and were protected. Creativity and knowledge were freely
shared. The society was governed by two fundamental decrees: vocation and service.
Governments formed support clans to advance knowledge in five primary areas:
space, earth, coexistence, matter, and meta-matter
There
was no disease, pain, or death. The concept of death was unknown. Social,
moral, and ethical codes transcended all boundaries of time and space.
Therefore, no one made commitments "until death do us part," as they
were free to commit and decommit thousands of times, and to live for as many
millennia as they desired. They could live alone, in pairs, or in large communities.
Whenever someone was born, the available
space expanded.
Meanwhile, as I watched all this, I remained in my
room, observing the shiny black horse running. I listened to the radio in my
mind while pondering. I'm in a universe that's too perfect, too tempting. Any
desire could be fulfilled unconditionally. My television could emit the horse's
scent, and with an almost transparent glove, I could feel and touch the horse
as it galloped. Tiny nanotechnology could generate the sensations appearing on
my TV directly on my skin. This television was just a mid-range model, as there
were TVs that could generate a total experience—total virtual reality, either
directly or through an avatar. In reality, they were cabins of different sizes
where you could experience and feel everything within the TV
A nagging doubt persisted amidst all this perfection.
It wasn't a worrying doubt, just a sense that, surrounded by such perfection,
no one wanted to leave. It was almost impossible. The only desire that seemed
unattainable was to escape this luxurious prison. It was too perfect. Any
desire, big or small, could be fulfilled to gratify the senses—all five of them
So I went out, ran, and realized that in such a
universe, it would be much harder to see. Not with physical eyes but with the
eyes of the heart. To see that which can only be understood by the heart. I ran
out of my house, and near a monumental garden, there was a beautiful plaza. I
looked up at the sky, bright, blue, clean, crystalline, emanating a sense of
security. I perceived it. But I wondered, what truly lies behind what I see? Where is the Creator of all this?
A deep
cry rose from my chest. It wasn't a cry of despair, but of discontent and
dissatisfaction. Like a thunderclap in a silent, peaceful sky. I roared like a
constantly dissatisfied thunder, for so much perfection closed the doors to the
possibility of growth and transcendence. And
then, I awoke.
Yes. I woke up in my current bed, on my planet Earth
with its sun and red moon, filled with renewed joy. A renewed gratitude for
each and every painful experience in my earthly life. I was grateful for every
small or large pain as an opportunity to feel the urgent need to break free. To
break free from illusions. And with a serene and clear attitude, I embraced the
wonderful opportunity to live on this planet of joys and sorrows.
It's not the seeking of pain that leads us to inner
freedom, but rather accepting each commitment and embracing with love the
uncertainty of truly discovering ourselves. I realized that, from this point
on, everyone at some point desires to leave. That was invigorating. And that in
a perfect universe, it would be like being in a perfect cage, where no one would
ever want to leave.
There are two types of pain. Pain that propels us
towards growth and pain that keeps us trapped. The first kind, pain-that-grows,
leads us to conscious growth in experience. It is motivated by expansion,
generosity, and inner growth. The second kind, pain-of-suffering, is an
addiction to a sensation. Perhaps it's the addiction to cigarettes, drugs,
alcohol, anger, gambling, Aunt Pachuleca's perfume, nail-biting, workoholic,
etc. All of these addictions are forms of escape, where we seek love in the
wrong places.
