[What is?I am.Who am I?This collection of thoughts is me. I am the one who is.]
And then there was light. Silver light, scintillating endlessly as it suffused you; insubstantial, and yet infused with a crushing sense of totality.
As the light waxed again and again, spilling forth from the thought at the center of your being, new thoughts fall into place. They accumulate around your core, building up like the layers of a pearl- how did you know what a pearl was?- until at last you feel a sense of completion. The light wraps around you, forming a screen of silver at the edge of existence, and goes still... but you can still feel it.
Much of the silver light is wrapped around you... but some of it remains loose, pooled at the core of your being. It feels... purposeless, like it's waiting to accomplish something. You get the feeling that if you were to call it, it would answer to you... but why? For what?
What do you do? (If you choose this option, write in what you want to do with it.)
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
And then there was light. Silver light, scintillating endlessly as it suffused you; insubstantial, and yet infused with a crushing sense of totality.
As the light waxed again and again, spilling forth from the thought at the center of your being, new thoughts fall into place. They accumulate around your core, building up like the layers of a pearl- how did you know what a pearl was?- until at last you feel a sense of completion. The light wraps around you, forming a screen of silver at the edge of existence, and goes still... but you can still feel it.
Much of the silver light is wrapped around you... but some of it remains loose, pooled at the core of your being. It feels... purposeless, like it's waiting to accomplish something. You get the feeling that if you were to call it, it would answer to you... but why? For what?
What do you do? (If you choose this option, write in what you want to do with it.)
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.