Imagine…

Resting in a fold of the Interdimensional Motorway there is one of those curious holes (1) that connect two very different dimensions or realities (and at the same time, not so much): the Dimension of Imagination, and ours.

The Dimension of Imagination (or DimIm for friends, for lack of a better name), is the fabulous place where all those great stories that begin with “Once upon a time…”, “Somewhere in la Mancha…”, “Call me Ismael”, “In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit…”, “Episode IV. A New Hope” , come from.

The Dimension of Imagination, for those privileged who have access to it, is the place where Ideas live. All Ideas, that the human being has been able to conceive, or that in the future are going to materialize in someone’s mind.

Ideas are thinking entities, intelligent concepts living their lives, which do not take a definite form until they are looked at. That is, until someone imagines them. Let’s understand this as a very complicated Slit Experiment.

The Ideas Exist, regardless of whether humans create them or not. But some of them, wish to transcend beyond their ethereal and fluctuating reality and long to reach Earth. All ideas, scientific, musical, artistic, technological, literary… It is a very large country, the DimIm.

Ideas only reach the World if there is someone out of all the people who has the means in the head to act as a receiving antenna. Each Idea spends eternity in search of someone capable of making it possible. All of them wait more or less patiently until someone comes into the World who is in a suitable position to imagine them. If possible, the ideal person, who will make the Idea something great.

Inspiration, a comfortable place, will and time, are the necessary ingredients for the Idea to grow, take shape and flourish in the mind and hands of its crucible. It is Big Magic.

Ideas come to reality on Earth, but the Original Concept remains anchored in its original dimension, becoming more powerful the more you imagine it. Right now, the concept of Tormented Romantic Vampires has begun to lose strength. Thanks God. The riot was brewing.

The boundaries of the Dimension of Imagination are blurred, even more today, where everything is full of crossovers, collaborations, homages, featurings and others, and it’s so damn complicated to create something new, pure and original. Ideas are grouped by affinity, forming colonies and countries. Sometimes these countries are irretrievably fused or separated, like the Great Schism of Astronomy and Astrology, by irreconcilable differences.

The Country of Science borders the Country of Technology. At the limit arise ideas that sometimes are very theoretical but not so useful, and sometimes, very practical but unreasonable ideas. The Country of Symphonies lives in harmony with the rest of the territories of the Land of Art, a vast continent from which the most beautiful Ideas that mankind can harbor come out.

A small but powerful corner of the Dimension of Imagination is perhaps the most special of all. It is widely recognized throughout the world, as we all visit it once as children. And therefore, it is the most neglected and to some extent the most dangerous, if it is completely forgotten.

In this place coexist Ideas or Eternal Concepts, known by humans for a long, long time. It is the birthplace of, for example, the Concept of ‘Captive Princesses to Rescue’: in towers, in castle, in caves, at the bottom of the sea … to which more feminist ideas are finally arriving from places very far away.

Evil Queens, Wicked Stepmothers, Dark Sorcerers, Witches, Fairy Godmothers, Schooling Wizards at all levels … Talking Animals, Mad Scientists Locked in their Labs … the list is endless and as familiar as the back of your hand. At the end of the XIX century, Aliens began to appear on the border with the Country of Science Fiction. All of them green, or purple, reptilian, amphibious or octopusy. Because we are unable to imagine anything better.

From that place also come more abstract ideas, such as the disturbing obsession with Number Three: three musketeers, three brothers, three kings, three movies, three little pigs, past, present and future, the Holy Trinity … Ideas are complex, and some very old.

In this place, which throughout the History of Creativity has received many names, such as The Other Place, The Other Side, Faerie, the Land of Fairies, Middle Earth, the Land of Tales…

This story begins.

(1) This, of course, is the Black Hole Idea that comes to us directly from Science Fiction Country to the scripts of catastrophic film directors. It is that black hole that countless evil and / or crazy scientists can generate at will, comfortably transport it and drop it here and there to make pieces of continental crust disappear or travel in time and kill a prehistoric mosquito. It is that Black Hole at the entrance of another nice Wormhole, which becomes a vulgar shortcut in the Multiverse.

That Black Hole.

Imagina que…

Descansando en un pliegue de la Autopista Interdimensional hay uno de esos curiosos orificios (1) que conectan dos dimensiones o realidades muy dispares (y a la vez no tanto): la Dimensión de la Imaginación, y la nuestra propia.

La Dimensión de la Imaginación (o DimIm para los amigos, a falta de un nombre mejor), es el lugar fabuloso de donde vienen todas las historias que empiezan por “Érase una vez…”, “En un lugar de la Mancha…”, “Llamadme Ismael”, “Todos los niños crecen, excepto uno”, o, “En un agujero en el suelo vivía un hobbit”, “Episodio IV. Una nueva esperanza”…

La Dimensión de la Imaginación, para aquellos pocos privilegiados que tienen acceso a ella, es el lugar donde viven las Ideas. Todas las Ideas, que el ser humano haya podido concebir, o que en el futuro vayan a materializarse en la mente de alguien.

Las Ideas son entes pensantes, conceptos inteligentes viviendo sus vidas, que no toman forma definida hasta que no se las mira. Es decir, hasta que alguien las imagina. Entendamos esto como un Experimento de la Rendija muy complicado.

Las Ideas Existen, independientes de que las personas las creen, pero algunas desean trascender más allá de su etérea y fluctuante realidad y ansían llegar a la Tierra. Todas las Ideas, las científicas, las musicales, las artísticas, las tecnológicas, las culinarias, las literarias… Es un país muy grande, la DimIm.

Las Ideas sólo llegan al Mundo si hay alguien de entre todas las personas que dispone de los medios para que su cabeza actúe de antena receptora. Cada Idea pasa la eternidad en busca de alguien susceptible de hacerla posible. Todas ellas esperan más o menos pacientemente hasta que llega al mundo alguien que esté en condiciones de imaginarlas. A ser posible, la persona ideal, que haga de su Idea algo grande.

Inspiración, un lugar confortable, voluntad y tiempo, son los ingredientes necesarios para que la Idea crezca, tome forma y florezca en la mente y las manos de su crisol. Es una Gran Magia.

Las Ideas se hacen realidad en la Tierra, pero el Concepto Original permanece anclado en su dimensión de origen, haciéndose más poderoso cuanto más se lo imagina. Ahora mismo el Concepto de Vampiros Románticos Atormentados ha empezado a perder fuerza, afortunadamente. Se mascaba el motín.

Las fronteras de la Dimensión de la Imaginación son difusas, y más en los últimos tiempos, donde todo está lleno de crossovers, colaboraciones, featurings y demás, y es tan tremendamente complicado crear algo nuevo y original. Las Ideas se agrupan por afinidad, formando colonias y países. A veces estos países se fusionan o se separan irremediablemente, como el gran Cisma de la Astronomía y la Astrología, por diferencias irreconciliables.

El País de la Ciencia hace frontera con el País de la Tecnología. En el límite brotan ideas a veces muy teóricas pero poco útiles, y otras veces, ideas muy prácticas pero poco razonables. El País de las Sinfonías vive en armonía con el resto de los territorios de la Tierra del Arte, un vasto continente del que salen las más bellas Ideas que el hombre pueda albergar.

Un pequeño pero poderoso rincón de la Dimensión de la Imaginación es quizá el más especial de todos. Es ampliamente reconocido en todo el mundo, pues todos lo visitamos alguna vez de niños. Y por ello es el más descuidado y en cierta medida el más peligroso, si es olvidado por completo.

En este lugar cohabitan Ideas o Conceptos eternos, conocidos por los humanos desde hace mucho, mucho tiempo. Es el lugar de nacimiento de, por ejemplo, el Concepto de ‘Princesas cautivas que rescatar’: en torres, en castillos, en cuevas, en el fondo del mar… a las que por fin van llegando ideas más feministas desde lugares muy lejanos.

Reinas Malvadas, Madrastras Perversas, Hechiceros Tenebrosos, Brujas, Hadas Madrinas, Escolarización de los Magos a todos los niveles…Animales Parlantes, Científicos Chalados Encerrados en sus Laboratorios… la lista es interminable y tan familiar como la palma de la mano. A finales del siglo XIX empezaron a manifestarse Alienígenas en la frontera con el País de la Ciencia Ficción. Todos ellos verdes, o morados, de forma reptiliana, anfibia o pulposa. Porque somos incapaces de imaginar nada mejor.

De allí vienen también ideas más abstractas, como por ejemplo la inquietante obsesión con el Número Tres: tres mosqueteros, tres hermanos, tres reyes, tres cerditos, pasado, presente y futuro, la Santísima Trinidad… Las Ideas son complejas, y algunas muy viejas.

En este Lugar, que a lo largo de la Historia de la Creatividad ha recibido muchos nombres, como El Otro Sitio, El Otro Lado, Faerie, la Tierra de las Hadas, la Tierra Media, el País de los Cuentos….

Comienza nuestra historia.

(1) Esto, claro está, es la Idea de Agujero Negro que nos llega directa de la Ciencia Ficción a los guiones de los directores de cine catastrofista. Es ese agujero negro que un sinnúmero de científicos malvados y/o chalados pueden generar a voluntad, transportarlo cómodamente y soltarlo aquí y allá para hacer desaparecer trozos de corteza continental o viajar en el tiempo y liquidar a un mosquito prehistórico. Es ese Agujero Negro a la entrada de otro simpático Agujero de Gusano, que viene a ser un vulgar atajo en el Multiverso.

Ese Agujero Negro.

The Interdimensional Motorway

Everyone has at least a vague idea about the space and time. There are about 7000 million opinions on this matter, only in this corner of the Multiverse. Opinions about what the Universe is, how or who did it, and FOR WHAT, among many other important questions and issues.

Everyone lives in his or her own Reality, the sphere of action, his little universe that interacts with the closer ones, and not at all with those far away. One can feel a person very close to her very center, even if that person is a thousand kilometers away, in other country. Or to perceive a person in another galaxy, even if he is sitting next to you in the couch.

The universe of everyone is absolutely different from that of the guy next door, and can consist in work, family, cars, God, the Environment, books or Bonsai breeding.

Every person is the center of his or her universe. Everyone is secretly convinced (even if doesn’t say it) that Creation was made specifically for that one. And that is applicable to each of the individuals that compose all the dimensions, the real ones, and the imaginary ones.

On the other hand, we have the Time. That big pain in the ass. Time sucks. Everyone has problems with time. Everyone lacks time. Everyone wastes time. An excess of time can kill you. Everyone travels along his timeline like in a motorway, without bumps, jumps or setbacks. Almost always.

We move linearly in the regular 3+1 dimensions, completely unaware of the truth out there.

(Here we are not interested about the Truth. Many people devoted their lives to solve such matter, inconclusively. Our truth is much funnier)

And the truth out there, is that there are much more dimensions apart from those that we know. Such disparate realities that a sane mind is unable to imagine. Those are, indeed, the Parallel Universes.

Most of people has ever listened about the Parallel Universes (it is very difficult nowadays to invent something new). Many of those theories are about versions of each individual replicated in the other realities but for example, being a master of surf, a king, or merely interesting.

If you ask me, I am not so sure about this. Statistically speaking (because you can get that stats always say what you want) what is most probable is that my most similar twin over there has purple tentacles in the head.

So, as I was saying, no one can alter his course by the 3+1 usual dimensions. Not really. Almost no one.

Generally.

Let’s say that there is one way, only one, of skipping all the boring physics protocols and travel between the Parallel Universes.

I am speaking. of course, about the Interdimensional Motorway.

We can imagine the Interdimensional Motorway as a dizzying and infinite flow of transparent, crossed, bundled and intermingled lanes, along which rides that matter more or less intelligent that dominates the interdimensional travels.

The Interdimensional Motorway

In the Interdimensional Motorway (or IM), at speeds of about 4c (four times the speed of light, the road traffic rules must be respected) one jumps from one Universe to another and from one Dimension to another, through this peace of reality that doesn’t respect at all the laws of the most conventional physics.

The IM is not lineal and has no intention of being that. If we watch at it from our ordinary reference system we see it from the front, next is sideways, and at the same time it dilates and disappears, and the same happens to the different parallel dimensions that drags with it. Some of them at any given time are infinitely separated, and next they touch each other at various points. Some of those points have sense of humor.

One can not simply walk in the IM. Of course not. It is needed a special vehicle.

For example, a witch’s broom.

How such object is capable to sneak in there (and is allowed to stay) is a matter of another post 🙂

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