e world a
thing by itself, and all we know illusion? Why do things grow smaller
the farther away from us they appear? Why can't we see more than one
side of anything at a time? What happens to the far side of an object;
does it cease to exist just because we can't see it? Are objects not
present nonexistent? Because artists draw things vanishing to points,
does that mean that they really vanish?"

* * * * *

A wack, that's what he was. Nice guy, but sorta screwy. He kept saying
more goofy things while he was finishing up the machine, about how he'd
figured out that all we knew about vision and drawing and so on must be
wrong, and that once he got a look at the real world he'd prove it.

"How about cameras?" I asked him. "Take a picture with a camera and it
looks just about the same as a drawing, don't it?"

"That's because cameras are built to take pictures like we're used to
seeing them," he said. "Flat, two-dimensional slices of reality, without
depth or motion."

"Even 3-D moving pictures?" I asked.

"They're closer to reality," he admitted. "But they are still only cross
sections of it. The shutter of a movie camera is closed as much of the
time as it is open. What happens in between the times it's open?

"You know," he went on, "people used to think matter and motion were
continuous, but scientists have proved that they are discontinuous. Now
some of them think time may be, too. Maybe everything is just imaginary,
and appears to our senses in whatever way we want it to appear. We are
so well-trained that we see everything just as we are taught to see it
by generations of artists, writers, and other symbol-makers. If we could
see things as they really are, what might happen?"

"We'd probably all go nuts!" I told him. He just smiled.

"Well, here goes," he said. "It's finished. Now to find out who is
right, the scientists and philosophers who say reality is forever
unreachable, or the artists who say there isn't any reality--that we
make the whole thing up to suit ourselves."

He moved one of those pointers you see there, and squinted around at the
different scales and dials, and then stepped back. That little
tessy-thing appeared, real small at first. Just a point; you could
hardly see it. I couldn't see anything else happening, and thought he
was gonna do somepin' else to the machine. I turned to look at Carter,
and saw his face was white as a sheet.

"Good Gawd!" he says