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2. Direction
When we do not understand something, we sometimes fear it. It is this fear that drives us to actions we would not otherwise resort to. When you are born, you do not understand anything. A newborn however fears nothing unless something has shown itself to be scary, what is the point I try to make? One must have an understanding of something, anything, in order to deduce that something one does not understand is something to be feared. Somewhat of a paradox.
He was scared. Because he felt alone. he could now see, he could now hear, he was whole. He was not whole. was he? Is one so consumed by fear whole? He has no memories, why in his mind is it scary to be alone? Could it maybe be the influence of you and I? He saw us, though not clearly, he saw flashes of light, intricate patterns of it etched his eyes as they dashed toward him. The unformed light was a window into our world. It excited him, intrigued him and it was then that he was confronted by the other emotion associated with the unknown - curiosity.
Curiosity is a funny thing, in some ways it holds more power than fear, it causes you to put fear in your metaphorical back pocket, move past it just because of a tiny itch to know every detail of what it is you’re curious about. Curiosity is dangerous. Curiosity takes lives.
He had not moved, the thought never occurred to him. He knew he could move, but why? But the itch grew stronger and he found himself confronted with an answer to that question. Curiosity caused him to make his very first use of his unused muscles. He reaches out to touch you but you are too far away. He feels your radiance but he cannot reach us. It was then that he moved his legs and started to walk. He moved towards you and I like a moth to a flame, captured by our light, a light that now caressed him as he moved, it grew more intense the closer he got to it. His fear drowning in the radiance that was now all he could now focus on. A fleeting obsession that brought him just inches from us.
He stopped as he witnessed unbelievable clarity, as he reached out to touch it the light jolted as he witnessed destruction pour out of his fingertips as each one made contact with the glass like wall that separated us. His expressionless face winced and the fear returned as he experienced another emotion, Guilt.
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1. Ripple
In the beginning, there was nothing. No, not that far back. There was nothing before him or behind him. He knew he would see even though he saw nothing, he knew he would hear, though he heard nothing. It was less like a feeling and more like instinct, something that was not new to him but that has been programmed into him since his fabrication. He had no shape at this point, he was just a bundle of thoughts floating around like a school of fish, darting about with no real direction, waiting to be picked off by the darkness that surrounded him. Yes, it was a he, there was something masculine about him even though he had no physical form. He was lost in an endless abyss, for now. In the beginning, things were slow to happen. Time? None of that, not for him at least, he existed somewhere outside of time, perhaps between realms of such things. He knew not of himself as “He”. he was not self aware yet. among the thoughts in the bundle that was him there was not a single thought of the so called “self”. No time passed for you and I, for him it was a thousand years if time were conceivable to him. This was when he began to take shape, he was very close to you and I. A single layer of dimensional matter separated us, it is this closeness that influenced the thoughts that bundled in his now formed faceless head. It was no longer dark, he saw nothing, but he knew that it was no longer dark, he could feel it pulsing. Something in the distance was causing ripples of what could only be described as radiance. Was it in the distance? Maybe? He could not tell, there is no space without time. He would linger there for what felt to him like eternity - of course that was false, but this world he existed in was not like one that you and I have come to know, and the radiance would continue to pulse throughout him, shaping him, molding him into what he always has been in the context of our traditional time. He becomes a construct. One that will be wrenched into existence to meet you. In due time.
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He hopes your stay in this hollo ground is one that is pleasant. He does not know yet what this will be, only that it will.

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