Wednesday, April 29, 2009
no no, other shoe, slow your drop. i don't want to feel the slow dull creep of regression. i want to dance. i want to bask in the glow of pretension as thoughts spin back into themselves and form a cloud of self focus. i want to witness my mind achieve awareness, a new artificial intelligence bound within my own. so, let us dive out of this drive for knowledge and back into an old familiar pool of flowing metaphor. no ideas, no analysis, just words inspiring words. a syllabic melody to compliment the rhythm in my mind...
as i walked down the sidewalk between parking lot and front door at work yesterday morning, a beam of light broke through the darkness in front of me. a reflection off countless mirrored surfaces of satellites and other space debris, culminating in this brief and unlikely contact between this light and me. taken aback, i paused and waited for the beam to illuminate its plan for me. it twinkled, as if amused, and then flickered out of existence. i was suddenly left blinded and alone, save the residual light shadow in my eyes. i was locked into place. my body would not move, and my mind was fixated on the dot before me. the only proof of its short existence was burned into my retinas, but even that was beginning to fade. so even as this now imaginary light slipped back into the darkness, the pavement below me rolled back as my mind filled the void. time reversed itself and the world around me reverted to the past. soon i was staring at a hole beneath a giant evergreen tree. the lights of the present slowly returned, and the sidewalk and other modern accouterments returned with it. but memory of that vision remained. so, hori hori in hand, i sought to reveal the past once again. my hand slammed down, and a crack split the slab. i continued unabated. coworkers and bystanders stopped to ask what was happening, but i merely shrugged and continued my work. i made it through the concrete down to earth, but this was not the same earth, so i pressed downwards. past wires and sewer pipes, i dug deeper. through the sediment and build up of urban contamination, i continued. i went past the buried remains of old and forgotten human ingenuity long since covered. i dug until i reached earth, real earth. the dirt made of leaves and needles, decayed and compressed into a fertile womb to cultivate new life. and still i dug, though carefully now. i took off my shirt, and i placed this old earth inside for safe keeping. as i dug further still, my hori hit something solid buried beneath. i wiped the dark loam away, and found a sheet of petrified wood forming a lid. i lifted this up, and found my hole, filled with a cloying, inky blackness that modern light could not penetrate. so, i reached my hand inside, and found only a thin line of exposed metal running through the empty space, continuing into the earth on either side. as my hand closed around it, i was hit with a rush of energy that filled my body, and then continued into the sky, curving towards some cosmic confluence beyond my comprehension. a link was formed, some connection completed, and then silence, just a hum of energy infecting me to a quantum level. flush with anticipation, i waited for this contact to ameliorate and enlighten. but in return, i felt nothing beyond the acknowledgment implied by the connection's persistence. then, a quick throb, and the light retreated. i released my grip, and replaced the wooden lid, then the dirt i had set aside. i left my shirt as a protective barrier and covered it with a few large pieces of urban debris, then climbed out of my hole. once again illuminated by the day's light, i examined myself. my arms were completely clean, and a faint glow emanated from my skin. the world separated itself in my eyes. those things that reciprocated my feelings of interrelation began to glow with me. those that sought to avoid my heightened presence began to fade into shadowed insignificance. i looked around at my new world, and smiled at what i had found.
as i walked down the sidewalk between parking lot and front door at work yesterday morning, a beam of light broke through the darkness in front of me. a reflection off countless mirrored surfaces of satellites and other space debris, culminating in this brief and unlikely contact between this light and me. taken aback, i paused and waited for the beam to illuminate its plan for me. it twinkled, as if amused, and then flickered out of existence. i was suddenly left blinded and alone, save the residual light shadow in my eyes. i was locked into place. my body would not move, and my mind was fixated on the dot before me. the only proof of its short existence was burned into my retinas, but even that was beginning to fade. so even as this now imaginary light slipped back into the darkness, the pavement below me rolled back as my mind filled the void. time reversed itself and the world around me reverted to the past. soon i was staring at a hole beneath a giant evergreen tree. the lights of the present slowly returned, and the sidewalk and other modern accouterments returned with it. but memory of that vision remained. so, hori hori in hand, i sought to reveal the past once again. my hand slammed down, and a crack split the slab. i continued unabated. coworkers and bystanders stopped to ask what was happening, but i merely shrugged and continued my work. i made it through the concrete down to earth, but this was not the same earth, so i pressed downwards. past wires and sewer pipes, i dug deeper. through the sediment and build up of urban contamination, i continued. i went past the buried remains of old and forgotten human ingenuity long since covered. i dug until i reached earth, real earth. the dirt made of leaves and needles, decayed and compressed into a fertile womb to cultivate new life. and still i dug, though carefully now. i took off my shirt, and i placed this old earth inside for safe keeping. as i dug further still, my hori hit something solid buried beneath. i wiped the dark loam away, and found a sheet of petrified wood forming a lid. i lifted this up, and found my hole, filled with a cloying, inky blackness that modern light could not penetrate. so, i reached my hand inside, and found only a thin line of exposed metal running through the empty space, continuing into the earth on either side. as my hand closed around it, i was hit with a rush of energy that filled my body, and then continued into the sky, curving towards some cosmic confluence beyond my comprehension. a link was formed, some connection completed, and then silence, just a hum of energy infecting me to a quantum level. flush with anticipation, i waited for this contact to ameliorate and enlighten. but in return, i felt nothing beyond the acknowledgment implied by the connection's persistence. then, a quick throb, and the light retreated. i released my grip, and replaced the wooden lid, then the dirt i had set aside. i left my shirt as a protective barrier and covered it with a few large pieces of urban debris, then climbed out of my hole. once again illuminated by the day's light, i examined myself. my arms were completely clean, and a faint glow emanated from my skin. the world separated itself in my eyes. those things that reciprocated my feelings of interrelation began to glow with me. those that sought to avoid my heightened presence began to fade into shadowed insignificance. i looked around at my new world, and smiled at what i had found.
