An observer is one who watches. This is from the perspective of one who watches. A deep look into the mindscape that encompasses reality and fiction.
It all starts with light. Starting from a point light travels. Our single photon, will travel forever. It is traveling in darkness, it itself if formless and shapeless . From the relative view of the photon it itself is standing still. But surely onward it travels.
Standing outside of the photon we can see that it is traveling at a pace that seems to be hard for other masses to reach. Why is it traveling in darkness? Why is it traveling seemingly forever? Staring at it for some time it seems to change slowly. If this change would be to be quantified. What would it be? The observer ponders.
Waiting for the photon to change further the observer realizes that there seem to be a sea of photons. What were to happen if I would reach out to them? Putting his form in front of the photons made a drastic change. They were being absorbed, they dissipated and changed into smaller particles that did not interest the observer, for they were all to familiar for him. The observer was saddened by this revelation. He did not want endless repetition. He wanted endless change. And these larger particles were relieving him from his seemingly endless boredom.
He returned to only observing the sea of photons. Waiting for them to change, slowly but surely they seemed to be getting less and less active until finally they dissolved. The observer took this as a personal affront. Was waiting for them to dissipate not the same as letting him absorb them? Furious he absorbed another, and another, not feeling satisfied he decided it would be best to stretch his form into a long plane, placing himself in front of the stream of photons. He would have his vengeance.
Whilst absorbing millions upon millions of photons the observer came to realize that the intervals of the photons hitting him seemed to be irregular and that the Origins off them all was not the same. Taking notice of the different energy values of the photons, and plotting their directions he came to realize that they were leaving a pattern behind on his flawless body. Staring into the pattern the observer came to a standstill so that all the light would hit him at the same speed.
In the pattern there was no longer only the endless abyss that the observer had gotten so used to. He had found something new. He was delighted. It was as if for the first time the observer could truly see that the world wanted to show him. Moving changed the canvas altogether, and he was ecstatic, He carefully took note of how his movements would change the canvas. In the canvas he would observe many new things.
The observer discerned that the photons mostly came from major sources that were expelling them. Being closer to these sources would overshadow his entire canvas. And being inside them would flood his body with photons. moving around them he found that they had a profound attraction force that seemed to bend the direction of the incoming photons. Following these attractive forces brought him new places. Some were large and some were small , whilst still containing the same amount of force of the large ones.
He became aware that some other attribute than the size of their impact on his canvas from a certain distance was affecting how much these objects were attracting the photons. He decided that this would be known as mass. He then sett out to find the extreme of this newfound knowledge. Seeking this he stumbled upon a place. A place where light could not escape the grasp from the body in front of him. a place from where if he stood inside none of the photons could reach him. all of them seemed to be pulled to a singularity. It seemed like nothing could escape. But nothing escapes the watchful eye of the observer. If this singularity would to be waited for it too would dissipate. The observer would not wait for what he already knew to be true.
Having taken note of all that he saw he became conscious of many things. How the bodies with mass seemed to be barreling towards each other, but a lot of them seemed to be missing one another. They filled his canvas with many glorious circular patterns. He noted all he saw until he had not much more he could take note of.
Becoming larger and larger to get more photons he tried to find something new to satisfy his curiosity. Perhaps as he had become larger to be able to use the photons to observe he would come to find a new larger thing that he could use to paint a new canvas. Alas it was not to be. He quickly found that no matter how far he searched, a larger object he could not find.
He would need a new method to continue his observations. Along his journey he had found objects, that if compared to the giants he had found previously, seemed to produce little to no photons, . Perhaps he would look at each one to see if he could find something new to satisfy his curiosity. He must find something.
Placing the light with different energy values into categories he could greatly enhance his view of these bodies. He had discovered the use of the light spectrum to distinguish between objects. He would now not only focus on how the light interacted with him but with these dim objects. Not wanting to interfere with how they seemed to be reflecting photons he had found a ways in which he could greatly diminished his own presence whilst still retaining his ability to observe. A lot of these objects were seemingly the same. But along many of the bright discs he would wait that the smaller discs would form little balls. These tiny balls were very interesting, as they seemed to retain many different materials that could easily be distinguished from one another.
Atop the surface of one of these balls he watched as the tiny world beneath him changed. It went from being all liquid and expelling lots of light to being very dry with a thick layer of gas that seemed to prevent the star of this world to shine on its surface. This layer of gas would with time come raining down. And given more time it would start to harden in some places. Waiting for a while there seemed to come a time to where little to no movement of the things on the surface happened. Being on the ball became a routine , wanting some change he decided to attach himself to the surface and follow it as it seemed to spin about its own axis whilst also falling around its star. The energy during the day would be high and the night would be low and he would watch the rocks turn into gas. Until one day no more rocks would turn into gas and there was no more gas to be found. He knew the star was the culprit. It had been lashing this poor tiny ball with copious amounts of energy and all of the gravity that the planet had could not hold onto its gas any longer. It had become cold desolate and boring. The observer waited for some change, but sadly none would come and the once vibrant star had become a large red gaseous ball. Nearly engulfing that the observer had come to enjoy. This sparked some change . But none that interested the observer. He stayed there until the star would have no more. It one day violently exploded expelling all its mass in all directions, finally engulfing the planet that the observer had been on.
At first the observer would have been disappointed with this outcome. But it had a new revelation. It could just wait for new planets to formed, and even if they seemed the same none of the new ones could be the same as the one he had been on. For it was now but dust. Position and size was no longer the dimensions that needed exploring. He had found time and the relevance it held to change. How each new happening inside this sandbox would be observed and documented. He stretched himself to observe many worlds, and the forming, continuance and dying of them. The observer noted down all of his findings.
Each new world brought him new pleasure, and it was whilst exploring his one hundred fifty-six quadrillion, eight hundred forty-five trillion, five hundred eighty-five billion, five hundred forty-one million, two hundred twenty-one thousand, five hundred twenty-second world that he found something strange. He had gotten very used to the routine, he would account for the amount of orbiting bodies he would check the elemental composition and watch all the reactions that would take place on the surface he would take note of all the changes in the surface to remember every world as he had done for all of the previous ones. But on this very strange world the new phenomena perplexed him. It had sparked a new kind of curiosity. One he would not know to be possible.