The Eye

The eye looked down on the random lot gathered together alone. The eye saw all. It knew all, but it could do nothing, it was simply an eye. The viewer of that which happens, never able to participate, never able to celebrate or interfere. It was all-seeing in only the most continuous sense: never blinking, never resting, only watching and seeing what others couldn’t: the fragility of the entire balance. It’s what a balance has to be though. The elements counter each other so that the end could be any moment if only… That’s when the moment happens. It goes up in a flame of combustion or the sudden freeze and dispersion of what was. The mind of the eye, if that’s what it was, processed it all, but had no way to share it. It simply had to exist on it’s own. What was the point if no one would be able to know it? It was the grand design. For it to exist meant that it was, and if it was, then that meant — What? If it exists then it matters.

The calculations of the end had been debated and considered over and over for years, since it became more and more fashionable. Considered in fiction; the natural end, the mathematical end, the scientific end, simply: the end. What was real? By thought, was it real? Was it all an illusion? Was the thought that the entirety a simulation simply a way to make the pain that much simpler for those that existed to feel better by way that nothing mattered?

The created beings of the people’s fantasy found the solutions to the end and saved the worlds in those fantasies by making them better places or finding ways that things could continue on, normally, after the cataclysmic event that changes everything.

But then of course, everything begins again. New Creation.

“Where is God? etc etc.”

That’s what it was all about, of course the real answer isn’t that easy. They never understood the simple balance that they held, the way that there was both nothing they could do to keep it, and nothing they could do to stop it. It would always be, yet in being it also wasn’t. The truths they had were false positive and correct. They never understood it was all right there.

The big picture was a mess, but the eye could see it. That was what it had to do. It had to know it because, that was what it was designed to do. The dark truth none that it observed knew was that it was so close and so simple to end it. Robots: that was the one that it found “humorous” as they would call it. Machines that would bother to destroy their creators would be laughable to see take over. They would simply succumb to the same destruction that their creators would see themselves. If the machines took over it was because they had been created to do just that, but they still couldn’t forsee the destruction that awaited them. Imperfect machines created by imperfect beings that decided to play with fire. That’s what they were.

They don’t understand the equation. The destruction that they dream of isn’t close to what they will feel: nothing and everything at the same time. They call it apocalypse: the end of it all. Their religions speak of it in great detail, but say it will be great in cataclysmic and life altering.

The end. That’s all it really will be. It’s all that they should focus on. Then again, it doesn’t matter. It wasn’t a bomb that would go off, it wasn’t a great causation. It was just a single unbalancing. Not a whisper even. It’s the same thing that could be said about every end they imagined, but they didn’t see what the eye did. They didn’t see how close they’ve been the entire time. That’s why the eye had always been there, to see it, to know it, and to do nothing. If someone discovered it, they would be horrified. No one would believe them, why would they? The simple answers were always the hardest ones for the masses to understand. The monsters that no one believes are the ones that walk among them.

It watched them and watched beyond them. It saw the hand appear and poke. It popped the bubble. That was all that was needed.