Planet Zesta
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The Planet Zesta is in the Galaxy Quinta 2300 light years away from Earth. The planet Zesta is a part of
Star Thor , a white star.
The Civilization is humanoid and called Zestian, is technologically advanced, space faring , telepathic and
teleporting .
teleporting .
The Culture is unified throughout the planet, and is apolitical , with a natural order and no governments.
The Architecture is unique with life clustered in cities and is non agricultural.
Religion: Nature Worship, supernatural in wormhole aliens and wiggly light sentience.
Science: Mathematical Metaphysics applied to technology
Periodic table 460 elements, energy from fusion.
Most common element is Tantaxum
Atmosphere: oxygen, nitrogen, rostrium
Synthetic moons numerous in number.
Plot:
Scientist Doggomono, two hundred years old.
Lives in isolation in a forest of sacred bio-luminous alfar trees. He often speaks to the trees in his evening walk.
On one such day, nearing darkness, Doggomono reaches his favourite tree, the old alfar nemesis, he stops by
its base, to talk to it about his recent discoveries.
On one such day, nearing darkness, Doggomono reaches his favourite tree, the old alfar nemesis, he stops by
its base, to talk to it about his recent discoveries.
ZA¶G A¿K
Now he was writing in a symbolic mathematical form of Zestian metaphysics, where each symbol represented a
part in an expression consisting of the non linear combination of several symbols and operators between them,
some known and some yet a mystery, it enabled him to write metaphors of known and unknown knowledge.
part in an expression consisting of the non linear combination of several symbols and operators between them,
some known and some yet a mystery, it enabled him to write metaphors of known and unknown knowledge.
As the cesrx or the water of Zantian flowed, Doggomono contemplated on the metaphor K, of the expression,
A¿K, the A denoted the Zantian self, the ego, the I, a consciousness inherited from a million year memory of
history, of a vast body of knowledge of many stars and galaxies, on it operated the unknown element K, the
determination of the folding of unmanifested time, Dogomonno pondered on what reality was, on what
manifested from the unmanifested, were there events? A few. He reached out to the wiggly light beings,
seeking guidance on this metaphor. The answers were in silence. He sat in meditation
A¿K, the A denoted the Zantian self, the ego, the I, a consciousness inherited from a million year memory of
history, of a vast body of knowledge of many stars and galaxies, on it operated the unknown element K, the
determination of the folding of unmanifested time, Dogomonno pondered on what reality was, on what
manifested from the unmanifested, were there events? A few. He reached out to the wiggly light beings,
seeking guidance on this metaphor. The answers were in silence. He sat in meditation
The Z was always the question, Dogomonno had in mind, central to their metaphysics, it was about the nature
of the self and its relationship with the universe, it had various levels of self discovery, of the universe through
oneself, the A¶G was the known knowledge, the G the space time of the events of his self discovery with the
knowledge he had inherited, his natural knowledge.
of the self and its relationship with the universe, it had various levels of self discovery, of the universe through
oneself, the A¶G was the known knowledge, the G the space time of the events of his self discovery with the
knowledge he had inherited, his natural knowledge.
As he sat in meditation, a wiggly light being, spoke to him in silence, he spoke of the mystery still unknown and
of the incompleteness to him. What he spoke or what Dogomonno understood of it cannot be described in
words, maybe there was mathematics for it, but even that was incomplete. Dogomonno never tried to
communicate it to the rest of the planet, it was always this way, there was a limit to the knowledge inheritance,
more than that was in silence. Maybe patience was the virtue, waiting to be reborn a wriggly light sentient and
there was then the gap, across the sea of vacuum, maybe when one was one with the wormhole sentients,
could one think of all time at once. Maybe then one would understand beyond causality, and one would be
always silent about it.
of the incompleteness to him. What he spoke or what Dogomonno understood of it cannot be described in
words, maybe there was mathematics for it, but even that was incomplete. Dogomonno never tried to
communicate it to the rest of the planet, it was always this way, there was a limit to the knowledge inheritance,
more than that was in silence. Maybe patience was the virtue, waiting to be reborn a wriggly light sentient and
there was then the gap, across the sea of vacuum, maybe when one was one with the wormhole sentients,
could one think of all time at once. Maybe then one would understand beyond causality, and one would be
always silent about it.
Dogomonno understood, he had nothing more to ask the tree.
He had begun his last sacred journey, his mundo, and he had entered the wormhole across
The gap. He had transcended the discontinuities and understood it all, or maybe
All that one can in a sentient form. He had begun his journey, for the rest of us it was still a mystery, till we
begun our journeys.
begun our journeys.
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