#panthiesm

spinoza looks like he could slam some berries and cream

Oh you expected me to be some tentacled cephalapodoid monstrosity? Your imagination is crude. I could be a mighty serpent twisted around a galaxy. I might be a primordial puddle spewing forth life in a barren planet. Maybe I am crusted being dreaming in the center of your world. Those are just the forms we have, not those we can take. I can be the shadow on the wall, the edge of the mirror, the blindspot in front you. I can be the dreams in your head. I can be the buzzing electrons across the sky, the forces that your world drives by. I can be the zeitgeist of your era, a strange bee, the sound of the wind across the sea, the ticking of a clock. Withered blooms, sonic booms, a haunted tree, the lost sock. Ryleh and Carcosa are places far closer than you think and more present than you are comfortable with. I may seem utterly alien, but you are a part of me, and I a part of the universe.