Meaning...

Light

That was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. Then he saw a fireball pass by really fast. Then another, and then some more, until he definitely lost count of them. The light was still everywhere, he thought, at first, that it was only the blinding effect of perceiving light after a long time of darkness. However, now he noticed the light was everywhere, there even seemed to be no ground nor heaven. He tried turning right and then left, but nothing would happen. Suddenly, his orientation sense got crammed, for there seemed to be no up, down, left or right...

Instinct dictated he should close his eyes and, unknowingly, turned somehow spongy. The effect was that, which he had wished for, namely, all he could see became blurry, as if muffled by some kind of filter isolating him from the outside world. It was not until some time had passed, that he actually thought of himself. Isolated from the outside, limiting his interaction with everything which isn't himself, he finally relaxed a little and questions started popping in his mind. It was then, when he first grasped the idea of form --which form did he have?

After feeling himself and probing how he physically was, he discovered he was exactly as the same as the other fireballs that hovered pass by before. Feeling a little bit more confident, he opened the eyes he did not have, turning his spongy exterior for a harder one, thus revealing a sharper sense of all that surrounded him. He paid attention to what the others were doing (hovering there and back) and didn't understand a thing that was happening. His form didn't have any meaning at all, as well as everything else. Hard as he tried, he just couldn't make sense of anything at all. He thought of asking someone what was all this about. Everything went dead suddenly, and, not an instant had passed, when everything turned another color, but which one, he couldn't tell. Not knowing what to do, he started to despair, everything was so chaotic. He tried following what seemed to be a group of fireballs moving together just to find out later that they weren't together and some of them even puffed into some sort of brilliant smoke clouds.

A fireball finally passed near him and he was able to ask what was happening. What the other fireball let him know didn't help at all though...

The lack of comprehension was building inside him a huge sense of anxiety, and when this anxiety became too big to bear, he suddenly got the feeling that he was going to explode. Not knowing what to do, without a clue of what or why he was, he started hovering around without any destiny in particular. This hovering around seemed to cool him down and so, he hovered some more, always with increased speed. The cooling down caused by the hovering suddenly became the only thing meaningful. Now he at least understood one thing: he needed to hover around like crazy... Immediately after grasping this, another enlightening came to him, now he knew why everyone else was hovering around...

Afterwards he kept hovering, kept existing, some other things he came to understand, and some he did not.

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1 comments:

Space Oddi-ty said...

Irgendwo, irgendwie, irgendwann du bist sehr schön.