I feel
secure. There is a safety net all around me when I close my eyes. Suddenly I
hold them open yet the panoramic scenery is unfolding without robbing my inner
vision. From this third eye I visualise a multi-dimensional matrix of
connexions all around me while wild awake. It looks like a spider web. Any thread
is sticky and incidentally unbreakable. I can fall a long way without fear. A
corner of my mind intuitively infers the protective knots from a dumbing
massive influx of information. Somewhere knots tie dozens of thread together,
other places are simple crossroads. Most threads are so thin that I barely
notice them, bar their glimmer, although it appears thicker randomly anywhere.
Is the flow disrupted?
Dreams
about flying and nightmares about free falling are over. Each step in life
evolves along selected uneven mats of threads and they can be jumped to and
from. This does not require flight nor fall. If any step is neither right nor
wrong then an obvious property of the web is amorality. Each thread is shiny
and reflects a soothing strong white light usually. Any time vibration along
threads may diffract light rays, so harmony distils selected scope of the
rainbow towards the higher frequencies: blue, indigo, and violet.
Striking
various chords in a chosen order plays the music of causation. The outcome of
this deterministic song seems as hazardous as the success of a new tune. However
music is exquisite when a virtuoso is crawling on the web of imagination. Intuitions
appear as colourful sounds embedded in time and space. It is not only vain but
futile to tear apart the web in order to locate where and when it happens. It happens
within a frame that is ephemeral. Observing the frame is like catching time. I
can count second but I would be a fool to pretend that this second is like last
second. Otherwise time would stop to flow. Life is not, life has become.
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