Chapter 1 

Transformation was a solid description. It was good. There were violent transformations and then there were the sublime kinds that could become something absolutely different without anyone noticing. The thing demanded it at every level. Transformations into transformations until the end of time, until it all could not support its cumulative energies and went flat-line. I know it goes beyond that but am not sure of the details. We exist, then, in a cold and energyless state but it has its purposes, I don’t know. I have long moments in the cascades of form and energy to think about things.

David Eide
January 24, 2014