Chapter 1 

It took me a long time to figure out that I wasn’t passing waste products from my body. I reasoned it was because I wasn’t eating anything. I never felt hunger. It was as if the space itself was the nutrient. I was breathing in the food of life and thought how ironic it was that we always believed the universe to be hostile to life!

Like the opening to an abandoned mine shaft with dark defined by the light around it; the light made ominous by the dark in it. This was not a good time to be a human being. Things and sounds I had never imagined assaulted me through the dark like a wonderful ride at a theme park I could see the outline of my fingers as I pin wheeled downward. I felt it was downward but it could have been upward as well. Was I being given a gift of sorts, a premonition of what human beings would need to discover in the future or was it, again, a test to see how fragile the poor thing is? Shapes I had never encountered and, even now, find difficult to describe flit in front of me then rushed off somewhere. Irregular is how I would describe them but with edges and angles that were bizarre, sort of how you would imagine the tusk of an ancient demon in some primitive religion. There were points but then the points would disappear and become something else while the whole retained its shape.

I regretted that I had no pocket to put them in.

David Eide
January 24, 2014