I woke up from this dream and tried to write it down as quick as possible I can only remember what seems like the first 10 seconds in the dream. but it seems like it could have been forever. or no time at all.
two (sentient? (human is one example)) looking beings playing in a garden. one is an encouraging elder and the other is running through the garden colecting things smiling and laughing "yes! yes! you are doing well, if you keep this up"
an explosion of energy centering in the younger pulses through everything, time slows to a crawl
that being erupts with a/an (almost? or) fully usable brain. can create things from/manipulate raw matter, move, bend, shape reality, time.
then I wrote this jazzed it up a little and posted it here:
"This is our begining. This is our end. There is no beginging. There is no end. Time moves in cycles not circles, there is no equation. Here nor there, no beginning, no end. At the bottom of things it repeats in a cycle, again and again. Spiraling outwards, left, downwards, in every possible direction. On into infinity and nothing and nothing to infinty again. Matter is matter and nothing is naught, nothing is everything and you are matter, are you naught? Certainly not. Of course you are. You have existed forever and will forever and on. We are become us. We are become naught. We are become life. We are become thought. We are become nothing at all. When nothing is everything, nothing isnt so small."
interpret please
EDIT: fixes
two (sentient? (human is one example)) looking beings playing in a garden. one is an encouraging elder and the other is running through the garden colecting things smiling and laughing "yes! yes! you are doing well, if you keep this up"
an explosion of energy centering in the younger pulses through everything, time slows to a crawl
that being erupts with a/an (almost? or) fully usable brain. can create things from/manipulate raw matter, move, bend, shape reality, time.
then I wrote this jazzed it up a little and posted it here:
"This is our begining. This is our end. There is no beginging. There is no end. Time moves in cycles not circles, there is no equation. Here nor there, no beginning, no end. At the bottom of things it repeats in a cycle, again and again. Spiraling outwards, left, downwards, in every possible direction. On into infinity and nothing and nothing to infinty again. Matter is matter and nothing is naught, nothing is everything and you are matter, are you naught? Certainly not. Of course you are. You have existed forever and will forever and on. We are become us. We are become naught. We are become life. We are become thought. We are become nothing at all. When nothing is everything, nothing isnt so small."
interpret please
EDIT: fixes
