THE GRASP AND THE GRAPPLE
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29 Sept 2009
Welcome,
visitors, friends, galactic neighbours, hackers and foes,
visitors, friends, galactic neighbours, hackers and foes,
To my attempt at breaching the comfort of anonymity; an exercise in autonomy on some other, more sublime level of awareness, perhaps - some would say. Or maybe I just really do need to go out more.
Serve as you please, but for once in your life, be bold enough to take a look around and smell the photons.
Global warming aside, there is one matter even more pressing and that is the threat of collective spontaneous combustion on the quantum scale.
The only problem with new dimensions is, if you do not belong there, you tend to get kicked out, and the label of temporary psychosis becomes not uncommon to be attached.
And you wonder... *wicked evil grin*
But, really, don't run. Enjoy the festivities. There's cookies when you make it to the exit without actually heading there first. I promise. I make decent cookies.
LabrYMorPHIndigO.
The
New Universe
The trick was quite simple: all he had to do was wonder.
And then there was Light. And G.O.D., now aware that he'd be stigmatized with a name, and worse, a gender, for only G.O.D. knows how long, said:
"Let there be Light."
And he realized that there was Light already, so he pondered more.
And he gnosticized, that in order for that Light to be perceived, there would surely have to be such a thing as Darkness.
G.O.D. now wondered, in all of his dimensional creative infinity, if the Dark wouldn't have had to have been there, for him to be aware of the Light to begin with.
G.O.D. scintillated at this profoundest of all Aha-Erlebnisse and derived from it, a Plan. Just to see how long it'd take for people to find out.
January 2008

