OUT

ONLY

IN

A Short Fiction

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

Copyright©6/26/2006

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I figured it out, you know. Some time ago I think, but only

happened on the opportunity to explore it in a real sense,

recently. This, even after some years of trying to no avail as a

child, then some years of no longer even giving it a thought.

As I strolled along some time ago now, perhaps a year as it

is seen, it finally dawned on me as to why- when a child - I

never quite managed to dig my way “clean through to China”

in the many endeavors of such activities I began….but

obviously never finished.

It just isn’t possible! And those that still claim it is, simply

haven’t made certain and very basic realizations that I seem to

have, and will seek to divulge here in.

You see, I’ve even discovered why it just isn’t possible.

No, it isn’t because it is too far. It isn’t because there is

supposedly some blob of molten stuff between the two

prospective points, somewhere in the middle. It isn’t because

there aren’t any shovels or other instruments big enough to do

the job or children (and other types of people) willing to try.

Quite simply put, it is very much because the “middle” isn’t

where everyone seems to think it is.

I walked along some time ago as this finally came to mind

in crystal clear sense, and then began the chore of seeking out

some particulars for myself. This just in the effort to better

seat the radical change I had discovered, within my own

understanding.

Without challenging you to understand all of the

complicated scientific like stuff that I have waded through in

this task, I will again only state the obvious; “Out” is really

only “In” so to speak.

As it is in modern understanding, many now believe that our

“planet” revolves around a center point we call the “sun”….

and beyond that are many vast spaces and configurations of

other articles in motion, which comprise what we call our

“universe.”

This is a great fallacy and a really mean trick to play on all

of the kids in the world still trying to dig their way to China.

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I count myself no longer a fool in those numbers of people

still not knowing that they were actually digging away from

anything we as humans even can imagine…. Especially away

from that which we have examined and viewed.

Quite factually, I have discovered that China isn’t “under”

us, or “through the planet” on the other side of us. It is very

much only kind of across from us so to speak. “Across” a not

so vast expanse of area which most of us know as “space.”

You see…. “up,” that is to say, “Out” as we see it, is really

only “in.” And it is only “in” until you are half way “across.”

Then it becomes “down” again.

I have discovered some things that I really feel would be

more trouble than it would be worth to bring to light within the

scientific communities, mostly because I do not want to deal

with small minded arguments and egocentric posturing simply

for the recognition, so I do hope that you will keep this all to

yourself to some degree.

Firstly I should explain that our complicated explanations

for and of “gravity” are really just mumbo jumbo invented to

make some people look important. It is very much as it seems

topically as can be demonstrated in spinning any common item

that can be spun to demonstrate such. For instance, if you use

a regular old balloon… you blow it up and then look at it. You

can then easily see what it is that I am talking about.

Our planet isn’t round… at least not in the way that we all

think. It doesn’t travel around a central point in what we think

is space. And, sadly enough as it were, it isn’t the center of the

universe as was once thought, either.

It is round in a way like the balloon you could be looking at

right now…. And even round like any other inflatable sports

ball. The difference being is understanding and perspective

pertaining to the configuration of the “round” part and how

exactly it actually figures into the bigger picture, as it were.

If you are looking at a balloon or sports ball, simply stop

imagining that if it were a “planet,” that we somehow manage

to keep ourselves stuck to the outside of it while it spins.

Simply make the realization that we exist, as does all else

within our knowledge, on the inside of the balloon or sports

ball.

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Yes, the “Earth” is round, but not in the “walking on the

outside of it way.” It is round in the “walking on the inside of

it way.”

Everything else that we know of as “space” and the like, is

simply incredibly small, and it is limited in distance though far

enough that we can’t see to the other side of the expanse

between where you are and the other side of the “planet.”

You may immediately ask many of what you think are

sound physical and pertinent questions, one of which being that

such would not be possible because things like the sun and

moon are always the same size and move through the sky.

How could they do so while being contained within… up, as it

were, from us, in a contained area?

Well that is an easy one….. would be my response. The

answer is simple. They don’t move in any way, and neither

does anything else in “space” with such relations. Sure, there’s

some stuff still bouncing around in there, but that is not of

much import really. It is just important to know that none of

what we think are large planets and stuff…. Aren’t really that

big and they aren’t moving.

They are quite small…. Some even microscopic in fact, and

the round thing that we walk on the inside of, is the reason they

all look like they move when we look “up,” or “in” rather, at

them.

I found this out while doing an experiment with a helium

balloon which I attached a message to. I did this experiment

after I started to realize the actual configuration of the space

things and stuff.

I let the balloon fly “up” and toward and through what I

hoped would be its path to the other side of the inside part of

the round thing that we walk on the inside part of.

To make a long story short, I was correct in most everything

I had realized about the mean joke played on kids thinking they

are going to dig to China. The helium balloon went all of the

way in and through to the other side.

What I found really interesting about this, was that I found

there is a compression value in such “space travel.” That is the

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reason, though I’m no scientist, that I believe all of the other

space type of things “out” there are so small. It is actually

“in.” It is “in” in ways that are more than just “inward” in

direction pertaining to “in.” Then of course, it is “out” in just

as many ways pertaining to “out,” but only so far until you

again find yourself on the “walking on the inside part of the

round thing”…. Which as you know is called the ground.

I found further proof of these findings beyond the helium

balloon experiment when I borrowed a really powerful

telescope and began to snoop around some on my own.

The first thing I noticed was that the small things in the sky

we call stars, are really pretty small and only look bigger in a

telescope because no one ever looks at them next to anything

they can compare them to.

I decided I was going to be the guy that did that. The guy

that made the effort to look at them next to something else. So

I did.

One night, on a very clear night and at a place I will not

disclose. I set up the telescope and began my experiments.

I looked through the telescope and situated it on a “star.”

I then produced a very long stick with a glow in the dark

antenna ball on the end of it, and placed it out in front of the

telescope directly next to the supposedly distant star.

I found that I was correct when I extended the glow in the

dark antenna ball. It appeared to be the very same size that it

had before I extended the long stick, but now it was very near

the same “distance” as was the “star.”

I know this because I looked in a book and then measured

the stick to be the same length as was the published distance of

the star, supposedly “away” from “Earth.” The fact is,

measurement changes…more that it converts “shrinki-ness”

and “distance” when in reference to “outer space” and then is

documented as a given “distance.”

The “length” of measure isn’t necessarily the actual

“distance” to the very small physical object that we see, being a

“star” for instance. BUT, the measurement given compensates

with the shrinking effect from here to there… so as the stick

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shrinks, it will shrink just right to be equal to the place where

the very small “star” is.

In this finding I was especially pleased and further was glad

that I had come prepared to find what I had suspected to be a

truth. I then replaced the glow in the dark antenna ball with

several large marshmallows, and commenced to enjoy several

helpings of star roasted smores and crispy burnt marshmallows.

The trick is in rotating the marshmallow so as to evenly brown

it…especially when using a “distant” star because they are so

small. It takes longer than next to a roaring campfire or even

your stove. So just keep that in mind before you go trying it

yourself.

I did another balloon experiment, but this time I watched it

all the way through as far as I could, and again witnessed more

which substantiated my discoveries thus far. It actually had to

begin to “squish” through at one point. It, itself had to begin to

get smaller as it squished and made that annoying squeaky

balloon sound, then re-emerging within view as it began its

“descent.”

Further in my investigations, I found myself enthralled with

the idea of things such as the “North Pole” and then of course

the “South Pole.”

“How could they fit in with all of these new realizations?” I

thought to myself quite a bit.

I then made it a point to investigate and found that they are

actually connected, but because of that compression aspect, I

couldn’t personally make the journey all of the way through at

first, but then I devised a contraption which I actually fitted to

the “pole.”

This contraption acted to stabilize the atmospheric pressure

while it “climbed” the pole in one direction and then descended

in the other. Both in a very controlled and smooth fashion.

I call it the People, Space Pole Slider Thing and must admit

that it has thus far performed rather efficiently. It is an aspect I

would greatly appreciate some level of secrecy about so as to

avoid heavy corporate combat with established amusement

park companies. I can just see where they would love to

exploit such for their own personal gain, and to tell you the

truth, I don’t have the legal team with which to fend off such

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bullies…. And further I can see where allowing such a

conversion to amusement park status, might be an ethical

violation of universal proportions. Besides, before you knew it

people would be lined up half way around the inside of the

“walking on part of the round thing” we think is a “planet,” just

to squirt over to the other side of the pole.

The more I think back on it, the more I am glad that I

stopped digging for China when I did. Really, we can’t begin

to imagine what would have happened if I managed to actually

break through the shell of the outside part of the round thing

we exist within. I might have got sucked out into something

that might as well be anyone’s guess.

Further, I am now finding some harbored feelings toward

my parents that I never knew existed before I made these

realizations.

Let’s be factual about this.

What were they thinking in not only letting me try to dig my

way to China, and thusly endangering me with the remote

chance that I would be sucked out into something no one

knows about, but even encouraging it?

Maybe I could file some sort of reckless endangerment suit?

Maybe even some sort of emotional abuse type of thing within

the knowledge of what I have recently discovered about their

level of negligence? Malice, even?

It goes even beyond negligence!

They actually encouraged me in my childhood endeavors!

What this means in the light of these new findings which I have

discovered personally, is that they might have very well wanted

me to dig so far that I would at least not come back, if it is that

I managed not to get sucked out into whatever it is that is

actually on the outside part of the inside part of where we exist.

You have to admit, that is just plain mean. Then, they never

let me in on the fact that it isn’t possible for a child to dig all of

the way to China.

I had to figure it out for myself some years after it was no

longer of any interest, anyway.

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I am so glad that I finally just lost interest in such play time

activity.

Man! Think about that! My play time activities were

actually partially designed for the possibility of my getting

ejected off of the outside part of whatever is the outside part of

the spinning round thing we all live in. It kind of makes me

want to build a safe room or something, just for a sense of

security to help me through those moments when thoughts

about such designs make me feel far too alone and fragile.

How is it that society can be so reckless with its children?

How is it that society can allow such malicious intent as in

arming a child with a shovel and actually encouraging such

dangerous activity?

As an adult, I personally don’t like even the remote chance

that some anonymous child somewhere might just compromise

the safety of our atmosphere. Even though it is somewhat

polluted and dangerous of itself these days.

The fact is, even that polluted atmosphere could be

jeopardized in such a breach.

What if everything else got sucked out, too?

Is that risk worth the wicked little pleasurable thoughts

going through a parents mind as they stand in the kitchen

watching from a distance and quietly chanting; “DIG DIG DIG

DIG?” Pumping their fists slowly and hoping secretly behind

their caring façade that a huge puff of dust will rise, and a huge

sucking sound will fill the general vicinity?

After making these discoveries, I really don’t think such

risk is worth those small, yet probably delectable pleasures.

This even in the face of not yet a parent.

I do admit that such risks might be tempting, simply in a

sort of “turnabout” manner. And particularly given the near

tonnage of dirt I moved for no reason as a child.

I recant that. Being that I had a pretty good reason, it was

simply a reason which was not entirely what I thought it was.

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So in that it is that I will surmise this initial effort to

disclose some of my recent findings in offering some quaint

and uncomplicated advice;

If it’s China that you are aiming to get to?

You’re better off on the slow boat by any means.

That is even and especially if you plan on digging your way

there regardless of what you, your parents or even your very

best friend seem to think momentarily.

Of course, you could always squeak through in a large

helium balloon I suppose. As long as you don’t mind talking

in that incredibly annoying voice pitch when you get there.