I am the beginning of civilization

Insight Williams had an afternoon appointment with a buddy and had tea at a nearby restaurant.

From the second story, Insight held out his hand and said.

"Here!"

A man in the lobby recognized him right away and smiled as he approached.

The man is just an internet writer and a university classmate of Insight's. This person knows a little bit about everything but is not that knowledgeable. It's appropriate as a topic of conversation.

Insight likes conversing with him.

He likes to talk about science and science fiction, mythology and history, astronomy and geography, military and civil news, etc.

It isn't overly severe or absurd, but it does feel extremely soothing.

This time, the two discussed mythology as it relates to history, as well as mythology as it relates to legendary literature, which is also infused with Western rumors.

"Recently, when I fall asleep in the middle of the night, I always feel like another self gets up from my body," the insight revealed abruptly."

Then I kept an eye on myself until I awoke all night.

"It's like... "In your writings, Western soul projection and the Astral Body depart the body." "

"What is the scenario, as you stated?"

Insight's ludicrous statements did not make the inch-headed man giggle. Instead, he pondered it for a bit and gathered his thoughts.

"The first thing to understand being whether or not a person has a soul, and if so, what makes up that soul?"

"Do you mean to matter or energy?"

Insight paused for a moment before responding tentatively.

"Neither appears to be the case."

The man then inquired, "So, how about memory and awareness? Is it in the "brain" or the "soul"?

"It's in the soul," Insight replied emphatically.

"I feel as though my body serves as an anchor, anchoring my spirit to this location."

"I can obviously get out with only one struggle, but I have a feeling something dreadful will happen when I do."

"For some reason, this emotion made me panic, and I didn't dare to go down and does it again."

"Do you think I want to start cultivating immortals or awaken some superpowers?" Insight asked, laughing.

"For the time being, it doesn't matter if what you're saying is true or not; if a person truly has a soul and does not belong to matter and energy, even if memory and consciousness can be stored in it, then it is not a superpower or cultivates immortals can compare to it," the inch-headed man said, shaking his head.

What type of soul projection, what kind of Astral body journeys exist only in the imagination of the ancients, and when compared to it, it's like comparing the sky and the earth."

Even the gods of mythology and the immortals of Taoist folklore can't match such a life.

Insight was stunned on the spot when he heard these words. Panchakarma, the gods of creation, Brahma, Kaos and Asatos could not harm him.

Why did he get involve with these creators and the greatest the god of the stories, when he was still talking about human souls?

You are not in a position to speak. Is there such a thing as a good one?"

If a person is under a soul, they can be directly invincible, according to what you said.

"I didn't spout gibberish but have solid evidence," the inch-headed man said seriously.

"Because the universe is made up of matter, and time expresses movement, change continuity, and matter sequence."

"Consciousness is not based on the brain but on the soul if your soul does not belong to matter and energy."

"What does this mean?" Your soul and the cosmos are like two separate planes that do not intersect. Even without time limits, you can transcend outside of this realm."

"Have you consider it? Isn't it likes this?"

The following is the continuation of the insight: "Doesn't it indicate the soul will leave the cosmos as soon as it is free of the body?"

Even the soul can go through space and time to make an existence floating on the timeline, immediately transcending the endless river of time.

"I can travel to any time period and even tamper with history."

"This does not necessarily reflect true," the inch-headed man said again.

"Why?" inquired Insight.

The man with an inch head: "I simply mentioned that the soul and the world you're discussing are like two non-overlapping planes. Cross-linking is completely useless."

"Because you aren't connected to the cosmos, how do you see the universe's existence?"

"If you can't sense the universe, how can you perceive time or travel further along the timeline?"

He suddenly had an answer for the source of that fear.

As a result, once the soul has checked out of the body, it is like a ship that has lost its navigational coordinates. It is very likely that it will leave the cosmos and never return."

"One possibility is because you still have a connection with the real cosmos, and there is an anchor here," the inch-headed man affirmed.

As a consequence of this anchor point, you can see the cosmos and, as I previously stated, become an observer outside of the universe and time.

If you have multiple anchor points at different times, you can finish up looking like a shuttle in the timeline, as you mentioned.

Inch-headed man's words grew melancholy at this point.

However, there is a different option.

"You are sent into an unknown realm outside the cosmos the instant you leave your body's anchor point."

"There could be another world, the source of time, another dimension, or something else entirely unknown to humanity."

"There may be nothing there, just like a prison, but your soul will be imprisoned there for ten million, hundred million years."

"At least until..."

Eternity.

For a fleeting moment, the room was deafeningly silent, and no one talked for a long time.

This time, the inch-headed man smiled and took up the teapot, filling it with hot water for insight.

"You've come up with a great notion that's pretty innovative."

"I'd like to use your setting in my next book, and I'm hoping it will be popular."

The inch-headed man dismissed Insight's words, dismissing them as nothing more than another example of his unbridled imagination and unbridled hollow talk.

Insight, on the other hand, was in a tense mood and stood up to exit.

"I'm getting out of here!"

Remember to let me know whether you write it down, or if you have any additional thoughts or suggestions, and we'll debate them together.

The inch-headed man, on the other hand, came to a halt and removed something from his knapsack.

"Don't leave quite yet, Insight."

"Since I'm using your settings, I'll give you something nice."

Insight opened the box that the inch-headed man had taught him. It a strangely shapes stone with a beautiful insect pattern on it.

"What exactly comes this? Is that a fossil?"

"Redlichia, a type of trilobite," says the inch head male.

Although this fossil isn't particularly valuable, watching creatures from hundreds of millions of years ago appear vividly in front of your eyes feels like an experience you can't have a lot of money.

Returning it to your home and store it. Imagine and feel what the old earth and these ancient creatures went through hundreds and millions of years ago!"

Insight thanked the inch-headed man, walked away, and while carrying the gift. Stared at it.

However, as I was walking to the lobby, an out-of-control car slammed into the glass door of the hall from the street outside at a speed of almost a hundred yards, shards of glass strewn across insight.

Insight was knocked out like a rag while holding the fossil.

In the pool of blood, Insight's eyes progressively clouded.