Traveling Through The Realm Of Space & Time
Leaving Ulaanbaatar was the hardest thing to do in my journey so far. Its actually not really about my sickness and the harsh weather… but the Mongolian hospitality is something so special here. How can you leave someone who just started to learn how to pronounce your name now… and suddenly call you brother on the next day? Leaving Ulaanbaatar is like leaving home, it made me teary. I would love to come back here one day… but I can only put it on my wishlist. I can only plan… only the creator of the universe has the power to decide all things.
Leaving Ulaanbaatar towards the Gobi Desert on the southern part of Mongolia, I see less and less people, slowly it gets more and more quiet, and slowly it feels like I’m getting nearer to China… the emotion… the smell… the surrounding… everything. Comparing to other parts of Mongolia, traveling through the Gobi desert is special. You need to be self-sufficient. The distance between civilization is about 200km here… and nothing in between. Only the lonely road snakes through the flat sand dunes.
I kept riding through the vast endless desert, dunes to dunes. The landscape is the same day after day. The land is so vast sometimes I feel like I’m not moving… not progressing, I feel like I’m moving in an endless loop. I kept pedaling through the same landscape and started to feel bored and fatigue… and my mind started to fly away into another realm thinking about something else while my physical body is here in the desert under the scorching heat.
My legs are working hard like a machine, keep pedaling fighting both the wind and gravity. I have no idea where I got all the energy cycling for hundreds of kilometers through the desert. But my mind… my mind is in another realm… keep thinking about so many things, mysterious things… My body is right here on earth, in the physical world that exists inside the 4 dimensions…the 3 dimension of space and a dimension of time. And this world bounded by it’s rules. The world of gravity, push and pull. Everything sits on its own axis, exactly when and where it should be. But my mind is not in this physical world. My thoughts don’t carry weight, it doesn’t require space to exist, it can travel through time… in a split second, my mind can be in the mountains and fjords in Northern Norway a year ago… and I can close my eyes and imagine witnessing the magical light of the Aurora Borealis dancing all over the sky of Norway… or the image of my family back home in Malaysia.
They say, if you want to understand the secret of the world, you can simply look at yourself, its all inside you. I realized that a long time ago, I look at my palm, my fingers, my hands and my whole body, this is just an oxygen mask for us to live in this physical world, the world that can be sense with our 5 senses, sights, hearings, smell, taste and touch. It changes it looks everyday, as I’m getting older, the wrinkles on my skin grow noticeable everyday, I grow darker everyday exposed to the sun… my size and weight depends on how much I eat and how much calories I burn… and many more factors. But my mind, my emotion and my soul… don’t exist here. I can’t sense them with my 5 senses. They don’t carry weight, they don’t require space to exist. I find it amazing… amazing because we don’t even know where our real self belongs. I looked down, watching my legs keep pedaling, pushing myself through the desert, I wonder where does this energy comes from. The food that turned into calories that gives this energy is just like fuel to keep the fire burning, but where exactly it came from? By the time I’m writing this journal on my laptop inside my tent in the middle of the sandstorm in the Gobi desert, I just write whatever comes to my mind… but where does this idea came from? It came from a source that is unknown to us, a mystery.
When I carry my bag, is it me who really do the work… is it me who really carry it? I control probably 1% of it. When I have the intention the carry the bag, I carry it, but the moment I carry it, there are probably thousands of things going on which are beyond my control. I start to breath deeper without me realizing it. My muscles flex when I carry the bag, blood starts moving through veins and fill up the vessels of the muscle on my arm, making the muscles tight and hard, giving me enough energy to fight the gravity to enable me to carry the bag. So much things going on even to do a simple task and its all beyond our control. Who is actually controlling all that? Its something beyond our comprehension, something mysterious. We can understand its presence but we can never understand or imagine it…. just like we understand the existence of the concept infinity.
Throw a dice on a flat surface, it might end up at number six. We call it luck. But its only for us the creations… since we don’t see the future. We cant even see what will happen in the next 5 seconds. But is it just random that the dice end up at number six? Certainly its not. How hard we throw it, the angle, the type of the surface… and many other unknown factors in the rules of physics make the dice to end up at six. We the creation cant control it precisely, so we call it random… but not for the creator of the universe. He knows the secret of the universe and control all things. I believe its “maktub”, it’s a word in Arabic, which means “it is written”… or it is destined that the dice will end up at number six. It is all written, we are here just to experience it. We are all travellers… in a long journey in this physical world. We are all travellers… through the realm of space and time.