pennywise
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2005
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“Have you ever been ripped from the world, falling horizontally, to where the endpoints of vision coalesce?”
“I have.”
“And have you ever dreamed that the world was darkness, and you, yourself, were darkness also, moving but without fixation?”
“I have dreamed such a thing. I sat in a blackened church. All the saints were black.”
“And have you lived?”
“I have lived, breathing in monotone.”
“Have you seen the machinations? Did you fathom their complexity, their depth?”
“I proceeded with stuttering entreaty, casting points of light at the stolid and immense totems that exist in the center of all things, anciently.”
“What is it that you found, inside the hub of the swirling nexus?”
“I found consequence.”
“And what of that?”
“What of it? There was nothing more.”
“And what then did you do?”
“I laughed.”
“I have.”
“And have you ever dreamed that the world was darkness, and you, yourself, were darkness also, moving but without fixation?”
“I have dreamed such a thing. I sat in a blackened church. All the saints were black.”
“And have you lived?”
“I have lived, breathing in monotone.”
“Have you seen the machinations? Did you fathom their complexity, their depth?”
“I proceeded with stuttering entreaty, casting points of light at the stolid and immense totems that exist in the center of all things, anciently.”
“What is it that you found, inside the hub of the swirling nexus?”
“I found consequence.”
“And what of that?”
“What of it? There was nothing more.”
“And what then did you do?”
“I laughed.”

