"What you believe today is solely what you can grasp"
There is a moment of joy for every historian when she stumbles upon the key sought most. The priceless joy in knowing that the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle is discovered, and now is the time to unlock the truth, once and for all. But little does she realize the picture the unfolds is nothing close to her expectation. The anticipation to find what one believes was all that moved her forward in time, to prove to the world her reach and beliefs are righteous.
Yet, the key does not help her comprehend
Neither opens up the gates to uncover the past. It only seals the latch further tight, because the truth is never the sheen leaf we turn over in pride. It is the never what you want to believe. It only brings utmost disgust.
And this is why some parts of our history are denounced for the better good.
...
Professor Casper walked into the lecture hall, as punctual as ever. Uptight indeed, he knew how to address the public with complete control over their thoughts. Even a hypnotist would envy his reach into even his worthy opponents thoughts.
And here he was, Professor Julian Casper, to address his students at Harvard University.
"What is the one intricate detail every historian should remember to note down?"
From the front row came an answer "The report on how he discovered it?"
Even more fundamental child, said the professor.
"The time of discovery?" said a lady in the third row.
"Yes. The time is crucial. How was the bible we know today made? Centuries of consistent maintenance of records, not to forget despite the possibility of missing it over centuries, might make one ponder, how did it survive so long?"
Silence in the class. Atheists paid closer attention.
"Sometimes, historians make mistakes. And these errors are taken forward through centuries, only to be forgotten, and be accepted in time. So how can we validate the claims?"
"Why not just consider the constraints to see if it's a possibility" replied the blonde lady again.
"Yes. We can do it. But how would you craft the constraints? Would it not indirectly depend upon the constraint?"
Casper sensed an air of confusion in the hall.
"I have work for you all today. These are three case files, uncovered from the archive. Pay close attention"
The entire class looked up, to the screen ahead.
"Case file 1: Lara Beckenforth. The report states that on a Christmas eve, a 9-year-old girl escaped her parents home, carrying her infant brother down the alley. No reports ever after about the family, apart from the fact that the parents divorced.
Case file 2: Patrick Cuthelhuck. This file states about an abduction of an adolescent from an orphanage, weeks after a tree in a nearby park mysteriously collapsed. Believed to be an accident, a vehicle smash. No news about the lad ever since then.
Case file 3: Dave Generose. Here is a man who went one night out into the highway, only to go missing at midnight. His vehicle was found utterly damaged and is believed to be dead. But there are no further details found out ever since.
"So, what are the facts left out here? Any ropes to grab onto?"
The entire class seemed to be bored with these files. Nothing seemed to draw their attention, so then Casper spoke up "All three are connected, but one link was missed out. What was it?"
Everyone started to discuss.
"Get me the answer in the next class. Goodbye"
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The tide beyond light
General FictionCumbersome days call for dispersive moments to slide away. Yet, can I tell where does the point of imagination end for thee? Let us introspect