Chapter 1 

In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth

There was emergence I could see that plainly. Developments occurred. It led up to the very moment I left, in a manner of speaking, and went out here where, frankly, there was nothing to hold onto. All things that happened were seeded in the beginning. Yes, I saw that. It became it’s own kind of proof. As was our consciousness that we knew that and what followed. I could say what followed but that would ruin an interesting story. We had developed far enough along to realize that the scales that once determined were no longer on us and we were free. The sadness in seeing how this freedom was first used! I was beyond crying about it but it was as sad a tale, really a series of them and I spent a few moments, that could have been centuries, observing the ways we had used freedom. It was shameful until I realized that we were at the beginning and at the beginning there is error and awkwardness so it made a bit of sense. It was a mocking kind of sincerity, this freedom. It was empty without retrieving rare instances of truth and resource from the lived past. The few who grasped this were grimacing all the time and concerned that they’d be found out and humiliated in ways to knock them silly.

I could see those who hands described the parameters of something they believed would contain significance. No, I laughed. It was a good old fashioned belly laugh. “First you align, then you peer into the smallest aperture, then you see infinity.” And then all possibility returns to the disillusioned spirit and the mind knows God. It was an embarrassment to say that word. Not because it didn’t seem real as a word but that it was realer than real. The word failed at the full dimension of what it described.

“Oh men down there, you must see through what surrounds you and get on the other side of it.” I was cheering them on as they raced through the day, not the blinding speed they would reach but certainly quicker than anything precious on the planet. They were running so they wouldn’t get crushed. But they needed to flow into it and let it do its deeds and flow through it and turn and understand.





David Eide
January 24, 2014