Chapter 1 

Distance had been a difficulty. Duration had been a difficulty. Absolutes had been a difficulty. I thought about the difficulties invented, invested, intrigued and brought on in methodical order so that the pink organ would transform. There was a large cascading effect as the difficulties were pushed behind for new leverages where new difficulties waited, the crushing conflicts that arose, the bitterness and suffering that ensued. Eons. And it made its way like salmon up the cataracts of a fabled river.

Outcries of the fallen I hear them now!

Useless structures I weep for you now!

Light that is here, now gone, here again, alone, a point, a streaking mark, into the Black.

Awake!

David Eide
January 24, 2014