Letters to the Unknown (The Distance to Here, Redux)

"Spooky action at a distance."

Albert Einstein dismissed somewhat colorfully the phenomenon we now through observations know to be "quantum entanglement." I come from a long lineage of scientific background. One of my noted forefathers, Ioannes Nauclerus, was the first Rektor of the University of Tübingen. His father, Ioannes Nauclerus Sr, was one of Holy Roman Emperor Maximillian II's trusted advisors. I am one node in a string that is one thousand years of rationality, philosophy and thought.

That is why I find it so difficult to process this storm inside, breaking against my frame. My attention, my very being has turned towards the city that has a needle, a lake and a river. I hear a voice and I do not know whereof it speaks. I see a face but I do not know who she is.

And then, I woke up into the dark of a winter day from a dream of Catalan sun, the heat and the humidity. I still can taste the salt in the air brought by the wind from the Mediterranean and my heart beating to the pulse of the city. I remember running my fingers on the surface of sun-soaked rocks that constitute the walls and cathedrals of stone. I remember the shade of Carrer del Paradís and the soaring height of the walls forming a canyon of sorts.

The aforementioned was constructed from memories upon memories, overlapping and intertwined. What I am —what I think I am— is reconstructing these lifelike simulated experiences, but not due to happenstance. It tells me what I need to know. And, I know why this voice inside begs me to hearken. 

"The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, 'Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you'

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had"