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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 983920" data-attributes="member: 10680">Leo's homeDenver, ColoradoSaturday Noon, October 2002"Ah yes, then let us start. Today, we will try running. I believe that you will not have to fatigue yourself so, by choosing a specific movement for you to focus on. This amount of concentration should allow the soul to manifest."The man takes on a teacher-like voice as he explains what wants Leo to do. "Pick a place somewhere, not too far away. You should be able to run there in fifteen minutes at a reasonable pace. While running to that location - and this is very important - you should count the exact number of steps it takes you. It is very important that you not lose count."The man turns ninety degrees as if to illustrate his point: "Once you get there, you should turn around and run back here. Now, you should take twice as many paces, and run the exact same route. Try to make it back here in fifteen minutes again."He regards Leo, and Gus for a while. "Do you understand?"OoC: Leo_______________________industrial area off of the M6London, EnglandOctober 2002, around 9 PMTaylor tried to focus as best as he could, sitting on the motorcycle. He could not really see any of the man's individual long paces anymore, but could only see the fluid motion of his body, following the path of the motorcycle. He could see every part of the man working in union to increase his speed and catch up to vehicle. He saw the distance between them as almost a real entity, and pushed right alongside it...Taylor could feel the resistence of the man's motion as he pushed, but did not succeed in unbalancing him. Even though the man never missed a pace or slowed his run, he was nevertheless not catching up anymore. As Taylor continued pushing, the distance to the man even increased.Suddenly, the man gave up his pursuit, stopping almost dead in his tracks. Aiming the red light of his eye piece at Taylor, he hefted the arm with the weapons, ready to fire.OoC: Taylor_______________________Ty's home, city centreCambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, late eveningThe old man looks a bit surprised and smiles. "Ah, me? I am afraid that I can not really help you with that. This is what I was trying to make clear earlier. You will have to create the theory. You could start with that book as a starting point, but even that is not necessary. As you will learn to free yourself of observing the world around you, you will also find that your theories need not match that which happens around you. Once you're no longer bound by your observation of reality, you could make any theory work, as long as it is consistent."The man's words seem to shape strange worlds in Ty's mind. He finally begins to understand the vastness of what the man offers, and is pretty usre that what he tells is truth. Every theory that has been created thus far by science, has only been an extension of the previous ones. Quantum mechanics does not tell you what really happens, but only what the end result is. No theory has ever succeeded in describing what really happens, simply because they can only ever hope to desribe what man observes. Once that condition falls away, any theory could explain what is actually happening.OoC: Ty</blockquote>

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