There is a specific genre of Sci-Fi I’ve always liked.
I’ve never really liked the fantasy type where fair knights wander around on knightly errantry. I’ve never really liked the type where someone is trying to make a social point or extrapolate the future – though those types are really impactful in their own way.
When I was younger, I used to be a fan of Star Trek, The Next Generation. I think I was around twelve or so. It would be on every week and I loved it. But the episodes I really loved were the ones where they found some kind of universal principle that hadn’t been known before. There was one episode where Barclay took over the Enterprise, and found some configuration of some particle or something that warped them like 30,000 light years in the space of a few seconds, and I remember saying to my mother, extremely excitedly, “do you have any idea what they just did?”
Of course, she didn’t get it. She said “It’s just a show.” She was right, but wrong, at the same time. It was just a show, but that stuff’s amazing.
It sometimes seems though like sci-fi can never really get deep enough though. I’m currently reading through the “Young Wizards” series, and the worldlore of that series is extremely vast, but it still never really seems vast enough. It’s just worlds upon worlds, but there’s always something else to discover, and every time they do, it’s just that much more satisfying, and yet there’s still more to look at, more to explore. It’s maddening.
This world seems so dull in comparison.
But it’s kinda not. I’m not really a huge fan of the occult, but mostly because I don’t think occult practitioners have much imagination. They just talk about energy and subtle body and all that stuff, but they don’t really seem to know what to do with what they find. They just use it for banal stuff. And then there are the not-so-hidden secrets, like reincarnation, different planes, etc. There’s always more to discover but you’re never actually finding anything, you just keep peeling the onion back and finding more layers. What’s the point of that? It seems that in all of discovery, there aren’t many answers to be found, and it’s really rather annoying.
But we can keep looking, and we can keep dreaming. I just wish one day I could find something unique, something no one else has found before, something about the nature of the Universe, something big. Or maybe I already have and just don’t know it. And is that any better?
Oh well. Toodles.