As a child, I was raised in a very religious household, and much of my upbringing was based on my family’s religious beliefs. Going to a religious school throughout the formative years of my life definitely had an impact on the my psyche. Deviant behavior was new to me, I didn’t really understand how to be mischievous until I was 8 years old saw my older cousin (15) smoking with his very pretty girlfriend. Once I found out what they were smoking, I always had questions for him, for years.
“How does smoking make you feel?”
“Why do you do it?”
“Do you think differently after smoking?”
“Is it bad for you?”
And thank goodness for him, because he didn’t mind answering my curious little questions. By the time I was in Junior High School, I was very interesting in learning how to manipulate conversations with people based on the word choice I used. I especially used this often in my household to find out more of my parents views on society, and then I would compare that in my head to what my moral beliefs are.
By high school, I started to be a questioner. I was consistently challenging other people’s viewpoints on matter just to find out why they believe and think certain things. What startled me was the amount of people who didn’t really have opinions, they believed things “because that’s what they were taught,” “that’s just the way it is.” and “they’ve never had a reason not too.” These answers stunned me, and I came to a realization at around 14 years old that people don’t really critically think about their current life and what the whole grand scheme of it is.
It was at this point where I came in contact with my cousin again after years of absence. I spent a week with him at a cabin in the forest talking, but particularly listening to what he has learned over the years. I knew he had a wealth of knowledge that only experience could have given him. He was the type of person who, once he discovered the interworkings of society, he dropped out of college and began a life of trying to acquire wealth, to give himself time, to gain all the wisdom he desires. In doing so, he started to help his father set up a carpet cleaning business brought it from the ground floor to a well established business, carpetcleaningpetaluma.com. I was so proud of his accomplishments, to the point where I started to soak in every word this guy told me. This led me to a late night discussion on parallel universes, also known as multiverses. For those who are unaware, here’s a little Youtube segment on multiple universes. Multiverse
Never hearing of such a concept before, I was in disbelief, and after some explaining, shock. Imagining this idea of their being an infinite number of universes, and an infinite amount of possibilities. Read More