First I noticed I was not noticing.
Then I took notice of the following:
I was at the base of what looked like a massive tower, it's walls so huge the faded off in the distance each way. Staring up the towers gleaming energized surface I noticed carvings, women, covering the entirety of the structure. Then they animated, and I realized they had always been moving. As I got closer I saw the were dancing, arms tracing patterns in the air. No, not the air... the (wtf?) space ? Closer inspection still, looking at the arms (there are many) and observing extensions of their left wrist from below near the palm is some sort of sword. It does not rest in the hand but rather is an extension of the arm material. The tower they constructed with their bodies was open at the top and bottom, on the inside, opening to an outer spherical world to contrast with this internal deep world I was seeing, each the negative of each other and yet of one another, like a spherical yin-yang of mass, a toroid in a spherical form. (A sphere with a tunnel through it. Viewed from inside the tube can look like a tubular bridge or a tower depending on viewpoint).
I get dragged into the depths of the molecules at the edge of the blade (death as dead as is possible, annihilated in an instant, unmade). I was completely undone, and was entirely remade on the other side of the darkness. Regenerated from the blade itself. Imagine cutting a pair of scissors up with itself, or using water to chip away at itself ? Imagine carving through custard with s spoon made of custard.
Make sense ?
Thanks for regarding my observation.
Art Van D'lay wrote:Smoalk. It. And. See.