Chapter 1 

“It wanted to know everything I thought.” I tried to whisper this to myself but failed to do so. And I didn’t know if it was true or not. There was silence and space but also movement. Marvelous and without rhyme or reason, quite wonderful juxtaposed as it was to the silence and space. A dart. A dash. A long sigh that could have been a year. A leap not of my own doing. A shot through the silent dark. So much of the Earth is brought with one, his experience at any rate, as though all the movements I had participated in were now abstract lines and the context, the connections were all removed. And that included the strange dreams I had when I was under terrible stress during one part of my life and I begged my dreams to show me the way out. They would show me the way out but always come back in so even dreams had the property of frustration.

I did what any ordinarily human being would do under the circumstances. I started looking for others of my own kind. “There must be others, I can’t be special, and this is probably a common occurrence….” I lit up with hope!

I needed guides or someone to tell me what to expect. The disorientation was immense, a nightmare of sorts. It had its delightful aspects but ultimately I tried to figure out where I was, why I was where I was and so on. I couldn’t get a fix anywhere. I would see a light and then it would disappear. I would see a mass of light but when I got closer they all separated and showered me with it, the light that is. I said to myself well where does the light, itself, come from? Is that a stupid question? I asked this as if there were someone to answer it.

David Eide
January 24, 2014