I feel conflicted about that concept. On one hand, I wish to know everything. On the other, I realize that I never can. The simultaneous reading of Faustus and an overview of quantum physics has set me on an odd train of thought, or perhaps several, overlapping one another and appearing to be the same. Well, it’s all the same to me.
What is forbidden knowledge? The nature of the universe, I think, might be such a concept. Once one gets past a certain subatomic level, human logic ceases to apply. Was that, perhaps, done on purpose? Is there a greater cosmic scheme at work here, to prevent mankind from reaching too far, to stop us from delving too deep? Black holes, which some posit might be gateways to another world, are another such vacuum of reason. The border between the light of life and the emptiness of death has been coloured in with shades of grey. We mortals, bound to the third dimension, adrift in the fourth as a blind man is cast out to sea, can but feel our way forward, and only forward. We know time is there, but what is it, really? What would it be to see time, not just blunder through it? If I could see time, and I looked at you, what would I see? Could I even comprehend it with the mind I have now? It could be infinite! I might see all that you ever where and might have been, and all that you might yet become. Is that knowledge forbidden to me, then, by the very nature of the feeble vessel which I call my flesh?
Why, though? Why are we born unable to transcend our mortal nature? Why can we not shine? The brain, I read, is a fantastically plastic organ. Might it be possible, then, to push it to greater heights? What therapy or meditation might we use to perceive infinity? I am, I am told, intelligent. My power allows me to use my mind to model many senses which I myself do not possess. I can see it, the path of growth that something might take, might have already taken. With concentration I might overlap thought with sight, such that I might gaze upon impossible things, dream impossible dreams. I can, if I let myself, feel that which another person feels, though it is painful to do so. Perspective is a toy for me. Yet it is forbidden to even an individual of my not-insignificant power to seek beyond the gates of death, to plunge into the roots of creation. And greater men than me have tried, and are trying even now.
How might we gain this forbidden knowledge? There is knowledge not forbidden by nature or by divinity that we still may not access, for the taboos of man are still in place upon the experiments that might gain us this information. Ought these to remain in place? Should “cursed necromancy” be forever consigned to the realm of fairy tales and nightmares, never to be brought out of the story books by science? Can our technology not rival even the meanest sorcerer of legend? What physic might cure death? What theriac might heal a broken heart? If we sought it in the proper places, might we find our panacea? Mastery of life and death is not, I think, an achievement forbidden to us by reality, as might be the secrets of time and creation, but rather locked away by our own sentiments. As for time and space, these too might someday fall to us.
What think you, Pluto?