A Paradigm of Plotholes

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The One and only difficulty with retelling the events that I have was the misperception inherent in most humans that a story—and most everything else in existence—has a beginning, middle, and end and is best told the way all things must occur: in a linear fashion.

This one, starkly false misperception was the hidden, omnipotent property has been troublesome to me in all areas of my life, often in the guise of other things which appeared to be based in facts and the lessons humanity designed and assembled to create the Scientific Method.

Theres a very good and logical reason for this: if a man deals in absolutes, then he is unburdened by the toxic presence of his own doubt.The Scientific Method is s very useful tool, however I now know of how incomplete it is, as are nearly all of the classification of similar man made structures known as Systems of Control.It relies on another assumptive bit of information that is equally flawed: all of the necessary information on a single subject has been revealed and is properly documented and understood by the scientific community and similar schools of thought.

For the first twenty years of my life as an older brother, son, and habitual line-crossing free-thinker, I was one of those people who never thought to consider if all the bits of information handed to me under the title of fact were actually a fact or whether they were merely accepted as such.

It is for that simple reason that each time I laid out the long and tangled progression of events that reveal all of the lies and mistruths and tear down one well-established idea I had committed to memory after another in a short, destructive pattern that eventually became a cascading house of cards that I could not easily escape because in order to do so, a considerable percentage of the information readily available must be factual.That means it can be examined and judged in such a way it eventually evaluates to the binary concepts of true or false.

I always thought those things taught to me could in fact be proven conclusively, and the scientific term Free Radical was nothing more than a placeholder for things not yet known, but not primary that weren’t vital to the whole.This was, in the best of scenarios, yet another misinterpretation that was purposely placed so that the entire structure looked as sound as could be possible and therefore wasn’t often examined for faults and deceptions.

Free Radicals are much more vital than I ever thought as I will conclusively prove before not too long; no need to pollute the narrative with its true definition at this juncture since there are much larger lies, falsehoods, and structural anomalies that must be known, understood, and shared among the whole before that definition can slowly but surely be finely etched out of a much larger array of complicated pieces designed, carved and tested out of the shapeless, solid stone from which so many different unique and diversely necessary pieces were extracted.

With these—actually very many—points named and described wearing heavily on our each, individual cognitions and then held up against the next one and the one beyond much more thoroughly.And that meant being strict about each of the tiniest and seemingly moot points that could not be evaluated as a binary property could and was not accepted as conclusive in any way and would eventually be redesigned and tested so tediously that even the most optimistic minds often struggled with their own belief that the mess that had simply appeared out of nowhere, a stinking pile of unusable pieces of information and the tools required for their many varying tasks that had to be broken up was best described as an unavoidable eventuality into the simplest, crudest forms before they would eventually be proven as true or not true and then set to the side so that the work may continue until no free radicals could be identified as the darker exceptions that skulked in shadows, impersonating valid concepts and variables that were thought to be the same, harmless pieces of information that were revealed most by failure and stubbornness than by anything else I have ever identified or was in the unfortunate position to question specific data sets in order to reveal the errors and flaws instead of much more readily available, provable, and easily discarded truths that were simpler in structure, relying only on simple comparative evaluations before the expiration date was recorded and then kept together until the things unnecessary to whatever question or questions were at the core of the essential processes that beg n to evaporate and even break off in more crass, polygonal chunks that were immediately recognizable from more intricate, specific groups of elements often unbelieved by most CVS locations as anything but a vaguely possible loss of complete power over the livestock, their rations and tertiary devices and objects that were too easily spotted, defined, proven and then-assessed correctly enough to ensure minimal errors or player-derived falsehoods were not going to prevent the steps that came further along in the synthesis of the item that group of people had intricately constructed.

In the earliest stages of the games development, only those binary properties that resulted in some bit of data or piece of technology that would pass the more rudimentary stages of creation only to later be the specific parts responsible for advanced stages to fail, revert to a previous and poorly minted systems of control known as governmental bodies, or through the iterative combinations that began simple, and even fool proof,are slowly reconsidered without even basic data types and conventions to be as simply factual as plates of whatever she and her brother alone had either heard or not heard glowed, blinked and pulsed in a specific order of operations that had not been arranged to decay, change, and reshape into other , more complex things made by the gradual, increasing sets of signals and alarms that almost surely served to summon back previously unplayable and similar arrays of thought that were not even partially assessed by any single, proven method for accuracy, then double checked for similar and dissimilar errors and misdeeds until all finished parts had significantly, repeatedly, and confidently replaced whatever data, methodologies and chain-reactions with either improved or redesigned pieces and, on some occasions, whole new systems that were less-or-unflawed

. The ways usually possible by the medium-sized and planet-sized elements had in conjunctionally ways fucked everything and everyone involved so succinctly. The larger pieces—consisting of specifically placed and functioning smaller parts— went along by the rear trains, running concurrent with previous versions of like-minded peers who had been placed and aligned from the rest through even other, varying degrees of complicated processes that ran off in sharp, relatively useless vistas in very credible tangents that followed seemingly random patterns in opposite ways from each other and given strange, preordained arrays of these facts not even a little bit uncomfortable, ridiculous, and disenchanting even when subjected to massive, closely-placed items beyond reproach by most methodologies, but not so by the final, fragmented accumulations of knowledge that had to have shifted in such a way that it already was quite powerful even before much larger, more precise results were described, proven, and then arranged into a specific order of other stuff that either was canceled and removed for the obviously inaccurate ways they were built and the the flaws and errors that wereimprobable—at least in an efficient time-frame—or completely impossible by any means.

I know that there are a fraction—i don’t know how large or small of an example, nor do I care are driven cross-eyed or plagued by migraines the last two paragraphs had caused in the kinds of thinkers who became almost irreversibly confused and filled with competing identities of self doubt with more intensity each time the previous, improved solution was returned to the beginning to be further improved that even the most stubborn of them eventually had no choice but to admit that they were uncertain if they would arrive to a final, unflawed conclusion.

That is a monumentally critical trend to exist in just those two long, meandering paragraphs, but its not even a single thousandth of the problem that I alone face when we finally begin the first book of our tale.How could that be so?

Its brutally, heart-wrenchingly simple: through a concerted, prolonged effort lasting almost twenty years of his own life’s total combination of memories, passed down tales, inaccurately documented series of events and the work of a number of people outside his capability of exactly learning of, not a single of these revelations he alone would be burdened by were exposed by the light of truth until half way between his nineteenth and twentieth birthdays.

If you have not, dear reader, realized that it was a combination of exponential degree that is the exact reason why in my tale the use of completely linear story-telling was farcical in the extreme.Since that is now obvious, I will point out that Book One of my tale actually begins almost twenty years into the deception that does not erode into light but collapses like a house of cards and I was left with the problem of decoding the several, manipulative tricks used along the way.