They whizz around and spin, anywhere in your body. (“They are everywhere”)
– Do you notice the itch under your skin?
You wake up, it’s a normal day. Perhaps you don’t notice anything strange until I remind you of it. Not even then, you’re sure what it is you should feel. Me neither, I admit. Because I am not you, and I don’t know your body and your senses.
Something that has been there in the background for a long time, often slips away and hide behind newer impressions. Maybe it’s because we are focused elsewhere, or have learned to ignore these vibrations as background noise. This way we are most often unaware of their presence.
What is this itch of mine?
A strange itch.
Maybe you can still feel it’s tingling and itching, almost squeaking, in several places in your body simultaneously? And not just once. Equally often you may perceive it at different times, and one itch following the other, eventually spreading all over. What the heck is this, you may ask. I am asking the same question, and I promise you to uncover this strange mystery soon. Then you must run on to school, study, or work. Sowe leave the house together.
We have an important appointment.
We accompany each other down the road or street in the town or the city where you live. You can see the gray pavement, the sidewalk curbs of rough granite, the green maple trees, leaf that has fallen on the ground, although it is not autumn. The girl running across the road in cream yellow tights. Her skirt is swinging, while her corn-colored ponytail is swaying from side to side.
This is not the girl in the street. This is the one we met at the bar.
She smiles when she notices that you look at her. When that smile reaches you, your stomach tickles. It makes you happy, and even if you have a lot to do, – going to school, to work, for an interview or to The Social Security Office, your mood has risen several notches.
High above the church spire, a plane soars. Suddenly it’s like you’re sitting there in the plane, along with those passengers going to their dream holiday.
You imagine what it’s like to be on your way in a plane to a tropic paradise.
Is this just a dream?
In just a few minutes you have experienced a piece of reality that you just know isn’t a dream. The impressions are clear, the colors strong, sounds too intrusive, even smells, telling you that you are in real time, here and now, and cannot be dreaming. Can a puff be as noticeable in the face in a dream, when a bus passes you on an intersection?
It sounds like a question, but it’s not a question, really. For you know that you’re not dreaming, and I can pinch your arm if you want. This happens for real, here and now, in reality’s three dimensions.
A substantial, sensible and solid but also spatial reality, so silky that you can fall in love with it, so sharp that you can cut yourself on it, and so hard that it can kill you.
Soft as silk, sharp as a knife, hard as rocks.
What is all this?
What is all this coming to you, besides recognizable nature, learned culture, familiar objects and living creatures? What is it that makes it appear as differentiated, clear and recognizable, all together.
– And why doesn’t it crumble while we pass, or when the wind is blowing? Now it is you asking the questions.
Why doesn’t our physical world fall apart like that building?
I bump your shoulder. – How can you have the energy to ask such questions, without having breakfast or your morning coffee first?
– It is you who started this, you cry out. – Pulling me out of bed, asking me if I dont’ know that I am sitting in an anthill.
– It was not what I said, I protest. – I asked if you could feel the tingling and itching.
– Damn, you say. – The last time when it really tingled inside of me, was yesterday, when I checked up that girl in the yellow dress at the bar. If that guy hadn’t come and told us, she was his woman, my whole life had been spinning around happily today.
– I need a coffee, I shout! – My head hurts, and my stomach sucks!
We are crossing the street again, and place ourselves at the window table in the coffee house. In front of us, we each have a cup of cortado. The mixture of Italian caffè macchiato and the French café crème is our impromptu breakfast after the lively partying last night.
Cortado today instead of the usual black americano.
-I know you’re gathering something for your website, you say. – Something you’ve been doing research on. Surely you’ve been sitting in the library picking up peculiarities which afterwards you want to test on me.
– You look at me with a shrewd smile. – Spit it out then, you say!
I take a big sip of my coffee, and get plenty of water on the mill. – Any idea what it is that tingles, itches and is spinning restlessly around in your body every day? Or do you just want to stagger around the town in complete ignorance?
– Ho, ignorant, I! – I also have my areas of knowledge, you tell me.
Now you take the lead. – Why doesn’t this table and building fall apart, you ask me brusquely. – There are four reasons why our physical world as we know it, do not collapse or crumble, you tell me, pointing your indexfinger at my nose. I just sit there dumbfounded.
– Electromagnetism, the strong and weak nuclear forces, and gravitation, you shout. – Oh, yeah, I’m very well aware of that, I can tell.
– If it had not been for the electromagnetism, you continue, – there had been no atom structure as we know it, because the electrons had not been tied to their orbits around the nucleus.
– Molecules could not be formed, because the positive and negative charges and forces of repel and attraction would not function. The whole atom is electrically neutral, but the negatively charged electrons in one atom can attract the positively charged proton of another, and vice versa.
– This way atoms can combine with other atoms and form molecules, vital for making biochemical organisms. Even humans like you and me. Suddenly you take a paper napkin and a pencil and draw this illustration:
Levels of the body from smallest to largest: Atoms, molecules, cells, tissues, organs, and organ systems.
– The floor in this coffee house would not be able to withstand the pressure of us sitting here if the electromagnetic forces were not functioning. Of course our bodies would not be a whole unit either, and then we could not be sitting here drinking coffee in the first place. Everything would crumble and fall apart.
You’ve catched a wave of enthousiasm now and really start to surfe on it: – Then you have the strong nuclear forces, you carry on, – that glue the content of the protons and neutrons together. This is a really strong force, utilized in it’s full potential in the detonation of atomic bombs. In it’s normal function it keeps the atom together, in collaboration or so called force-interaction with the above mentioned electromagnetic power.
– The so called weak nuclear force, are responsible for heavier or massive particles to decay into both lighter particles and more particles, on their way to stability.
– Then we have gravity. The force we all get acquainted with every day, without even thinking consciously about it. Although Newton, with astronomers, and mathematicians alike, have been calculating with it’s force, for hundreds of years when understanding the earth and the moon’s movement, and the planets orbits around the sun, modern physics cannot explain it yet. They consider it to be the weakest of the four forces in the universe.
– Since all of the three above mentioned forces, have a known and named carrier particle, that is some go-between particle, effecting the force, – gravity also need one. But the particle carrying gravity between different lunar, planetary or stellar masses, has not been found. Therefore The Standard Model, as it is today, does not include gravity.
Suddenly you start scratching your arm. – Allergies, bacteria, viruses, fungal spores. – Yes, and atoms of course! – What do you mean, I ask. – I just answer your previous question, you laugh at me. – Oh, that! Well, I mean, -not really, I say, – but it’s getting warmer!
-Help, what is it this, crawling all over me?
I bump into my coffecup, so that it falls from the table. The coffee splatters across the floor. – Sorry, I say.
– Too much partying last night, you ask with a smile.
– No it’s gravitation’s fault, I say. – Then you must be the undiscovered force carrier, you laugh, – the graviton!
– Another coffee please, I cry out to the waiter.
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http://www.selvuniverset.com/2017/01/20/de-er-overalt-ii/
NORWEGIAN TRANSLATION:
De er overalt I
De fyker rundt og snurrer, overalt i kroppen.
– Kjenner du at det kribler
Du våkner, det er en vanlig dag, og du legger kanskje heller ikke merke til dem før jeg minner deg på det. Selv ikke da er du sikker på hva det er du skal kjenne. Ikke jeg heller, innrømmer jeg. For jeg er ikke deg, og jeg kjenner heller ikke din kropp og ditt sanseapparat.
Noe som har vært der lenge, glir ofte bort og gjemmer seg bak nyere inntrykk. Kanskje handler det om at vi har fokus et annet sted, eller har lært å ignorere disse rotasjonene som bakgrunnsstøy. Slik merker vi heller ikke deres tilstedeværelse?
Hva er det som klør så voldsomt?
En merkelig kløe.
Kanskje kan du likevel kjenne at det kribler og klør, nesten knirker, flere steder i kroppen samtidig? Og ikke bare samtidig. Like ofte fornemmer du dem kanskje på ulike tidspunkter og etter hverandre. Hva i all verden er dette for noe, spør du muligens. Jeg stiller det samme spørsmålet og skal til å avdekke dette merkelige mysteriet, da du må løpe videre til skolen, studiet, eller jobben.
Vi går nedover veien sammen
Vi må rekke noe viktig!
Vi tar følge nedover veien eller gaten på stedet eller i byen der du bor. Du ser den blågrå asfalten, fortauet med kantstein av grov granitt, de grønne lønnetrærne, bladet som har falt ned på bakken, selv om det ikke er høst. Jenta som løper over veien i kremgule tights og vippeskjørt, men korngul hestehale som slenger fra side til side.
Dette er ikke den dama vi ser krysse gaten, men hun vi traff på baren.
Hun smiler når hun merker at du ser på henne. I det smilet treffer netthinnen, kiler det i magen. Du blir glad av det, og selv om du har mye å gjøre, skal på skolen, jobben, til et intervju eller på NAV, har humøret ditt steget flere hakk. Et fly svever høyt der oppe over kirkespiret, og plutselig er det som du selv sitter der i flyet, sier du, sammen med dem som skal på drømmeferien sin.
Du forestiller deg hvordan det er å være på vei til en ferieøy i fly nå.
Er dette bare en drøm?
På bare noen få minutter har du opplevd et utsnitt av virkeligheten som du bare vet ikke er en drøm. Inntrykkene er for tydelige, fargene for sterke, lydene for påtrengende, til og med lukter, som ikke lar seg drømme, sier deg at du er i realtime, her og nå. Kan et vindpust være så merkbart i ansiktet, når en buss passerer deg i en drøm på vei over et kryss?
Det høres ut som et spørsmål, men det er egentlig ikke det. For du vet at du ikke drømmer, og jeg kan klype deg i armen hvis du vil. Dette skjer i virkelighetens her og nå, i virkelighetens tre dimensjoner. En substansiell, sansbar og solid men også romlig virkelighet, så silkemyk at du kan forelske deg i den, så skarp at du kan skjære deg på den, og så hard at den kan slå deg i hjel.
Myk som silke, skarp som knivblad, hard som stein.
Hva er alt dette for noe?
Hva er alt dette du møter, foruten gjenkjennbar natur, innlært kultur, samt kjente objekter og levende vesener? Hva er det som gjør at det fremstår så avgrensbart, tydelig og gjenkjennbart, alt sammen. – Hvorfor smuldrer det ikke opp, mens vi går forbi, eller når vinden kaster på seg? Nå er det du som stiller spørsmålene.
Kollaps
Jeg dytter deg i skulderen.
– Skjønner ikke helt at du makter å stille så fysisk grunnleggende spørsmål, helt uten å ha spist frokost eller tatt morgenkaffen. – Det er du som begynte, roper du. – Drar meg opp av senga, med spørsmål om jeg ikke kjenner at jeg jeg sitter i en maurtue.
– Det var ikke det jeg sa protesterer jeg. – Jeg spurte om du kjente at det kriblet.
– Faen, sier du. – Sist det virkelig kribla i kroppen var i går, da jeg sjekket opp den jenta i gul kjole på baren vi var på. Hadde ikke den fyren kommet og sagt hun var dama hans, hadde hele livet mitt snurret lykkelig rundt i dag.
-Jeg må ha en kaffe sier jeg! Hodet verker. Magen suger.
Vi krysser gaten igjen og setter oss ved vinduet på kaffehuset med hver vår cortado foran oss. Blandingen av italiensk caffè macchiato og franskmennenes café crème blir vår improviserte frokost dagen derpå.
Cortado i dag istedenfor den vante svarte americanoen.
– Jeg vet du driver og pønsker på noe til nettsiden din, sier du. – Noe du har lest deg opp på. Sikkert sittet på biblioteket og funnet finurligheter som du etterpå vil teste meg ut på. Du ser på meg med et lurt smil. – Spytt det ut da, sier du!
Jeg tar en stor slurk av kaffen, og får vann på mølla. – Aner du hva som kribler, klør og spinner rundt i kroppen din hver dag, eller vil du bare rave uvitende rundt? – Hø, uvitende, jeg! – Jeg har da også mine kunnskapsområder, sier du og svarer: – Bakterier, virus, soppsporer. Ja også atomer selvfølgelig! – Nei sier jeg, men tampen brenner!
Hjelp, hva er det som klør sånn?
Fortsetter i “De er overalt II”
(Will be translated to English very soon)