“When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.”Friedrich Nietzsche
By way of a dream, this one stared into the abyss last night.
Reality as this one knew it started to unwind, and when eyes were set on the swirling vortex suctioning all mass, energy and light, it pulsated a whisper.
“Tell me what you want. Anything, and you’ll have it.”
This one started to think, and apparitions came out of the dark, edges of light forming in the blackness. An overwhelming number of shapes, arriving faster and faster.
“Wait, I don’t know if I want those! I was only thinking.”
“In the Singularity of things, thinking is also being. Everything here is One and the Same.”
Frantic, straining to escape the gravity of that responsibility, so crushing and massive for such a little one.