Ian Watson
(contemporary British sci-fi
author, born on Tyneside, England, 1943)
Ian Watson is one
of the best contemporary science-fiction authors and philosophers, a real
sci-fi giant, writer of wit and intelligence who has been as underpublished
as well as underrecognized in the U.S.A. and many other countries.
Ian Watson's works were only
five times nominated, e.g. his short story "Slow Birds" concerning
the missiles from a parallel world was nominated for both a Hugo and a
Nebula back in 1983. Paradoxically, Ian Watson never won the award...
Nebula Best Novel nominee (1975)
: The Embedding
Hugo Best Short story nominee
(1979) : The Very Slow Time Machine
Nebula Best Novellette nominee
(1983) : Slow Birds
Hugo Best Novellette nominee
(1984) : Slow Birds
British Fantasy Society Best
Novel nominee (1997) : Oracle
Quotes from Watson's works:
"(Sheikh Muradi said:)... Ah,
Salim, in what way is it our century? Do we own time? Do we generate
time?"
"God's century it is," agreed
an elder.
"He recreates the world every
moment," another nodded.
"Is time 'real'? Then hand
me some! Is the world-within-time real? No, reality is elsewhere. It is
where Khidr moves. God sustains the illusion of the world for us. Where
is your consciousness, Salim? Can you show me some of it?"
Salim scratched his head..."
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 89)
"Muradi had said then that
God makes metaphors for men: which are their lives...
Life's events were shadows
cast by another species of Being, even though they were perfectly solid
shadows..."
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 125)
"(Bonaparte said:) "It is
pattern that organises all living matter, and ultraviolet rays that carry
the patterning information from one cell to the next. Yet it is not only
living matter that transmits. All the vibratory atoms in the whole universe
- whether in living cells or in non-living cells - transmit information.
So it is hard to say where the boundary is between life and non-life! Or
even if there is any true boundary at all. Here our understanding of the
living universe - a universe that is itself a living entity - really starts.""
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 118)
"Nature isn't an enemy, to be
fought and beaten. That way lies planetary suicide - and it's been our
way far too long. Oh, once it was different! Primitive Man felt at one
with Nature, in all her moods - foul as well as fair. Power flowed through
him because of this, and he enjoyed a psychic oneness. He couldn't come
to terms with his awakening intelligence within the bosom of Nature. He
rejected the Mother, then repressed the guilt of it. It was a self-alienation
- but he turned it outside, don't you see? Man is the ultimate obsessional
neurotic - and this split has been widening ever since, so that civilization
is one long fight against untold evils 'out there': devils, or other nations,
or natural 'disasters', or the plain 'stubborness' of Nature in making
us sweat for her fruits. And all the time the evil is inside - it's the
denial of Nature and the rhythms of the world..."
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 134-135)
"... in the moment that he thought
'I', a whirlpool sprang up around him: a vortex that resisted the Void,
and contradicted it. This vortex separated him from his previous state,
which was now uncapturable - though now he yearned for it. The vortex walled
him off; it only possessed an inside surface.
It spun and its spin generated
time.
It spun and its spin separated
all the hierarchies of existence: particle, atom, molecule; bacterium,
animal, intelligence... turn upon higher turn of organization. He sensed
that this miniature universe was the Universe in essence: that it
contained all galaxies, all worlds, all living beings, all his memories.
Its umbilicus was everywhere
at once, spinning vortex out of Void, drawing it back again. Particles
constantly emerged, and returned. Minds too: all minds arose from the same
Void-awarness, and rejoined it...
How long did this universe
last? It was instantaneous, since its starting point and its vanishing
point within the Void were the same timeless event. The white hole of emergence
was the black hole of disappearance, around the turn of time. Yet within
itself it enclosed aeons, tide up in this Moebius strip.
How did it sustain itself?
By exclusion, by separation, by inaccessibility. By the split of subject
from object, of observer from observed - which brought about cause and
effect, and natural laws... "
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 186-187)
"The universe was freely self-determining,
for all events were thoughts; and everything contributed thus to
the general maintenance of existence - every microbe, every plant, every
stone. Naturally, later events must be able to cause earlier events - or
else, he saw, there would be no evolution, only random combinations; nor
would there be a unified space-time."
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 196)
"... and the whole world was
a simulation, a perfect fiction. A book that actually was blank. Nothing
wrote it, but itself; and how this could be was the greatest mystery. For
if he could read it properly he knew that all the words would disappear."
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 202)
"(Deacon said:) "...Whenever
you investigate, you alter. When the thing doing the investigating is part
of the system being investigated, you damage the perfection - the wholeness
of the model. The model's what we call reality. You inject some extra consciousness,
a higher awareness, so something must be deleted - if you're stuck on the
same level. Or else reality would be overful. You actually take up part
of the programme that sustains the 'authentic world'. It bleeds out...
some data, which sustain flesh and blood and the world; bleeds by as much
as it's enriched.""
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 208)
"How did one define an 'entity'?
Was it a single body cell, or the whole body? Or was it the whole ecology
this body was part of? Where did one draw the line? Was a stone a separate
object - or the single atoms that made it up? Or the much larger rock it
must have fractured from? Or the whole desert environment? When did a stone
become too small to be a stone?..."
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 210)
"The separating mechanism,
he had already seen in his vision of the vortex. It was: point of view,
observer and observed, leading inevitably to the consciousness of separate
minds. The potential for separate consciousness was built into the basic
subject-object, cause-effect, law-obedient nature of reality. And all these
separate, 'individual' foci of awareness, the existence of all the separate
entities there were, prevented the universe from realizing itself and vanishing,
for as long as these existed."
(Ian Watson: Miracle
Visitors, p. 210-211)
"So easy to lose track of
time, where time is ours to construct. How long have we been en route?
Forever - and no time at all. Clocks tick on, yet they are only clockwork
toys. True time depends upon our attention..."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 13)
"With the help of the alien
drive our senses construct the reality as if we are in a higher plane of
the universe, one of unbound thought, not of solid things. Our voyage occurs
simultaneously. I believe, but our sense of duration, our construction
of time determines the apparent rate of progress. Which is why we have
to think in terms of probability of arriving rather than actual distance
travelled as such. Without duration we couldn't think a thought from one
moment to the next. Possibly, for beings sufficiently advanced such a journey
might take no time at all..."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 41)
""The current of history
is irresistible". What a fine cliche! And what does it mean? Nothing at
all. There's only the present..."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 120)
"Heaven, misunderstood, ungrasped,
out of focus, must be Hell..."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 135)
"(Tharliparan says:)
"Death is not dead. Beyond death is Askatharli where all our acts have
their prototypes. Menka is full. Menka is part of our world - the other
side to it - but Menka is also all around us. Think of it, rather, as Askatharli.
Because of the physical condition of our world, with one side empty, we
tend to teach children, to begin with, by this simple analogy...""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 141)
""Each connects with all the
others in Askatharli space," says Samti. "A hero can imagine his journey
from here to there across the whole world. Wherever you are, each is at
the centre of all the others.""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 147)
"(Zeraini says:) "In
Askatharli space there are centres of generation - jewels within the setting
of the Imagining. The law of the veil - by which the world shall see only
itself, in the mirror which it is - is partly suspended in these jewel
regions. So rich is the Imagining here, so bright the faces of the jewel,
that wordly existence can be dual: both of the world, yet beyond it. So
rich is it, that entities with no personal being of their own, which are
intermediate between the Imagining and the world, may project into reality
if reality calls them forth."
"Angels," murmurs Zoe."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 148)
""... There is a Veil Being.
It is a quasi-life form which balances on the interface - exists on the
standing wave - between reality and the creative force that is beyond reality.
It is part of the "energy circuit" between what you term "God", and the
created universe - in our terms, between the descent of Being into the
world and its reprocessing back through death, which is psychic counterpart
of the continual fluxing in and out of existence of the entire material
cosmos. This part of the "energy-psyche circuit" that we call the Veil
Being has achieved an independent, yet parasitical rebel existence. In
Salman's terms this is a ... Satan.""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 165)
"... (Russians) must
speak carefully; it's second nature to. A suzerainty prevails, existing
eternally like a force of nature..."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 176)
""We are machine intelligences.
As cybernetic intelligences, we ask of the universe not what it is but
what it does. Our answer is this: the universe is the domain of all possible
modalities of life - all possible "presences" of what you term "God". The
observation of reality, through reality, is the control mechanism of the
cosmos. Thus reality becomes known to itself. Without living observers,
ontologically there is no universe."
"Because no one would be
present."
"Exactly. Your "God"
is a blind steersman who discovers the terrain of "Himself" through the
eyes of conscious beings. Cybernetically the universe is open to creative
energy, but it is information-tight in so far as it only knows itself.
From a higher-order viewpoint, though, it is open - but only when the "presences"
of life return through death into the original field of unconstrained imagination.
A "seal" is set on the universe, which safeguards Nature so that it does
not flow back from achieved reality to the archetypes of being."
"Creation is safeguarded
by a seal, yes!"
"This seal is being subverted
by a Veil Being, which is part of that seal itself...""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 181)
"Peter frowns. "I'd have thought
the primitive mind would be more in key with Askatharli. Sky-contact -
the sense of an intimate contact with the beyond; it's something from the
primitive past on Earth - something which the last shamans looked back
on nostalgically. It was a talent progressively lost. It was something
deep in a Golden Age of the imagination which withdrew further and further..."
"Yet here the Golden Age
is now," whispers Zoe. "Subsequent to the age of steel and city and machine?
Does time flow backwards?"
"They aren't interested in
time," I remind her. "The most important part of their lives is lived outside
time, in imagination space, dream space. Time isn't... flowing. Not for
them.""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 194)
"(Salman says:) "The
Prophet, blessings be upon Him, once said that God hides Himself behind
seventy thousand veils of light and darkness. If God lifted these, then
the brightness of His face would consume whoever gazed on it. If the veil
is lifted and the world nevertheless continues to exist, what is the agent
of this miracle? How long can a world continue to exist thereafter? May
one speak of a veil which has become conscious of itself - through the
minds of the creatures that it veils from the divine imagination? Wouldn't
this be an Iblis, a Satan? The Chinese used to believe that some animal
fed upon dreams - The tapir, yes.""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 198)
"(Mulla Kermain says:)
"... Consider the Descent of Being. The Imagining yearns to know itself
through the medium of what it has imagined. So it descends from the realm
of absolute, non-manifested light which is forever invisible to us..."
"Like the vacuum of space?"
Indeed, Salman. It descends
through the veils of cherubic energies which have no individual free existence
of their own, into this manifest world which contains the infinitely varied
presences of God. At each level there is set a seal. Only the Imagining
holds the key, or the manifest world would flow back into it immediately...""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 212)
"(Mulla Kermain says:)
"... One text, if I remember, read. "This world is a bridge, to be crossed.
Weigh well what you find on your way across. Evil surrounds goodness
everywhere - and is stronger than goodness." What that really meant was
that evil veils goodness, in the same way as Iblis tries to veil the truth;
and furthermore that there must be veils. Because, if God were seen nakedly,
the world must vanish. I think that is why Iblis was able to draw a veil
across the Prophet's eyes. A veil allows the world to be. "The world is
its own veil.""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 214)
""Many worlds are conjoined
to God's World, through the space that imagines them." The Zeraini gestures.
"A hero chooses his track. He imagines it into being. When one of you has
died, the other can walk home. All the way home."
"The breath of Being traverses
all existence constantly," croons Shabeet's Tharliparan. "It renews existence
all the time. At every moment the whole universe ceases to exist and is
restored again."
"You mean that space-time
is being switched off and on again all the time?""
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 226)
"We are 'in' a superfluid,
superconducting emptiness, so charged with the potential for being that
nothing can yet be. Distance no longer has a meaning, nor size, nor length,
breadth, height. A whole cosmos is 'here': in this monad which we are,
infolding immensities in a set of self-connected points. This space has
a granular, quantal structure - composed of 'moments' of existence, even
though time is all one to it. Yet somehow we can slip through the quantal
grain into successive facets of existence, elsewhere. Lines of light bend
through the plane-maze of this monad - guidelines, pathways to other reality-aspects.
They knot themselves into nodes, which are destinations. We're only separated
from these by our 'here'-bound lives. If one of us dies, and the other
one lives, I know that the other can pass through step by step on the wings
of the dead one's imagining. Even now, we can see through - unscrambling
those far nodes, not by focusing directly on them, but in reflection in
our shields. For here reflects there, and there reflects here - just as
the whole universe reflects what underlines it. And now those nodes unknot
themselves, at our envisaging -"
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 229-230)
"I sense other energies within
- beyond - the gas globe, energies that emanate through it from elsewhere,
outside reality. They are the energy fields of High Space. They are powers
and operators, hypernumbers that exist like angels or Principles. Imaginary
qualities which must exist, or the world could not exist. Yet they can't
ever be found and counted in the world themselves."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 231-232)
"The gas giant is primed for
life, but only a weird quasi-life occurs in a crystalline virus form -
life which isn't alive yet which replicates itself by high frequency electromagnetic
resonance. It is a parasitism with no host to express itself, forever poised
on the threshold of life. It is an alphabet in search of a language to
express itself. And because of its sheer size and interconnectedness, eventually
it yearns and stirs - and captures, not life, for there is none to capture,
but the interface between the universe which is imagined, recreated afresh
at every moment, and the Imagining of it. It hovers on the very boundary
between non-existence and existence. Its own rogue existence balances upon
the ebb and tide of being: the breath of the cosmos, a breathing swifter
than any human breath, swift as the quantum flip of the electron that ceases
in one orbit to re-exist in the next. This quantum breath is what the Veil
Being breathes."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 265-266)
"- A body ... which is being
re-imagined from moment to moment..."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 272)
"Of course, the real power
- the God-power - resides in us, who are that fruit. It lies in our quartet
self. Peter's speculations about our potential immortality may well be
true. We do not eat, we do not drink. This Amy-self feels no need to. We
are recreating ourself afresh from moment to moment."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 274-275)
"We face each other in mind-space.
We breathe the quantum breath of the universe as it exists and ceases and
re-exists. With our God-bottle in our hand, we imagine the reality of Pilgrim
here and now, existing, ceasing, re-existing."
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 279-280)
"We four rip apart. At the
same moment our 'selves' part too, opening up, unfolding... Matter is frozen
energy, and lives are only frozen presences of the Imagining, crystallizing
out of it. So I melt, I flow. What is this 'me'? What was it? Only an aspect,
a presence, now returning.
The Veil Being is ripping,
too, in a different way - ripping all over, becoming a permeable membrane
once again, between the Imagining and reality. Osmosis of trapped souls
resumes in a rush, so huge is the pressure against the membrane of that
doomed quasi-being. A flood follows in our wake, of surprised alien egos
that are also only aspects, presences; which now melt too, and flow.
Who was 'I'? For a moment,
all my life is present, all at once. And who I am, is answered.
Now that knowledge flows
back into...
energy, the creative energy,
answering its question
into light, the light beyond
light"
(Ian Watson: God's
World, p. 284-285 - the last words)
"(Raoul) stared blankly,
hardly focusing. "How would it be," he muttered at last, "to tread the
Submerged lands? Would the denizens of the Submerged perceive us as ghostly
wraiths? Spooks or will o' the wisps? Vague blobs of light, occasionally
solidifying into seemingly solid people? And what would they make of your
projected dreams? Would these seem to be silver elves and hunking, dripping
giants, and mothmen and such?"
"Do you really believe in
the existence of these... counterpeople?"
"Counterfeit people?" he
misunderstood me, or deliberately chose to do so. "I must be one of those
myself, born into the wrong universe!"
"Surely," said I reasonably,
"the Submerged is simply our mythic dimension? It's like a sort of fifth
dimension of our world, Raoul. The bulk of people only notice four dimensions:
length and breadth and time and height. But there's another one, as well,
which you perceive - perhaps it's required as a kind of glue to join the
other four together. Let its name be depth; depth is different in nature
from height.""
(Ian Watson: "In
the Mirror of the Earth",
a short story orig. publ. in
Lands of Never, ed. by Maxim Jakubowski, 1983,
from Slow Birds and Other
Stories, p. 116-117)
""And maybe," Colin said,
"the next slice isn't tomorrow at all, but a year away. Maybe the afterlife
is only a sampling taken every now and there: a set of cross sections.
Maybe tomorrow's just an empty fog, and yesterday too; and it's that emptiness
that seals us off from other slices. A cordon sanitaire.""
(Ian Watson: "The
Bloomsday Revolution",
a short story orig. publ. in
Light Years and Dark, ed. by Michael Bishop, 1984
from Slow Birds and Other
Stories, p. 181)
"(James Joyce said:) "So:
you're welcome to the omphalos, the navel of the dead time.""
(Ian Watson:
"The Bloomsday Revolution",
a short story orig. publ. in
Light Years and Dark, ed. by Michael Bishop, 1984
from Slow Birds and Other
Stories, p. 186)
""... All day again and again.
All moanday, tearsday, wailsday in one. A paring from the fingernail of
time. And isn't history the nightmare from which we're all daying to awake?...""
(Ian Watson: "The
Bloomsday Revolution",
a short story orig. publ. in
Light Years and Dark, ed. by Michael Bishop, 1984
from Slow Birds and Other
Stories, p. 189)
quotations are from:
Watson, I. (1990): Miracle
Visitors, (1st publ. by Victor Gollancz, Ltd. in 1978), 239 pp., VGSF
(Victor Gollancz Science Fiction). London.
Watson, I. (1982): God's
World, (1st publ. by Victor Gollancz, Ltd. in 1979), 285 pp., Granada
(A Panther Book). London.
Watson, I. (1985): Slow Birds
and Other Stories, 190 pp., Victor Gollancz. London.