Mozzies

Er… Merry

Yes?

Do you have to subject yourself to sadomasochistic trials of extreme discomfort?

You mean the mosquitoes?

Yes.

Honestly, it doesn’t really hurt.

Be that as it may – it’s hardly healthy, is it?

No?

Having thousands of repulsive insects sticking tubes into you, drinking your blood.

Thousands? Something of an exaggeration I feel.

Ok, dozens then. You happy now?

Yes, actually I am.

But why in God’s name…

                have I got so many mozzies feeding on me?

Yes.

I’m experimenting.

Yes?

Yes. I’m keen to see whether I can regulate either my body sensations, or the number of creatures feeding off me.

And?

And what?

Can you?

Er…

Well?

Well, that’s what i’m in the process of discovering.

Oh.

It takes time – trial and error – you know.

Right. So no firm results to date?

It would be premature to talk of firm results at this stage of the investigation.

But you’ve been sitting there for weeks now.

Weeks?

Yes, at least three weeks.

My, doesn’t time fly – I thought it was a few days.

I assure you – I saw you here three weeks ago – on the Tuesday – and now it’s Thursday.

So three weeks and two days – more or less.

Yes, but when did you actually start?

Oh – a little earlier than you saw me.

A little?

Well, there weren’t any mosquitoes until May – so it wasn’t more than five weeks ago.

Holy chi – you’ve probably been there for a month already.

That doesn’t sound unreasonable.

And you haven’t made any firm observations yet?

To be honest I rather lost sight of the observational side of things.

Er… what do you mean?

Well, after a little initial discomfort – which was something of a trial, I’ll admit, I settled into a kind of lethargy.

Probably malaria.

No, there didn’t seem to be any violent reaction.

A lethargy? You just kind of went off at the deep end, losing all track of time and things in general?

Well, yes, in a manner of speaking. Amazingly, there was so much to occupy my attention.

Puss oozing from infected bites, vultures circling overhead, rats and hermit hunters pestering you for bits of your as yet undigested body or mind.

Ah – how poetic Zie – you do have a way with words.

I did notice a line of people with ecstatic expressions on their faces waiting to confer with you. I told them to come back tomorrow – government regulations – you’re not allowed to see more than 500 people a day. Apparently they’re happy to wait. This is definitely getting out of hand. What have you been telling these poor buggers Merry?

Oh, this and that.

This and that?! That’s the best you can do?

It’s not really a matter of what I tell them Zie.

No? Perhaps it’s the loincloth. It has a certain magnetic attraction I expect. Makes you look so very – er – biblical.

Good, isn’t it? I made it myself.

Yes, I was wondering why it has hello kitty images all over it.

Some old curtains a neighbour recently threw out.

Ah – everything makes perfect sense. So…

Yes?

Is this your new profession?

Profession?

Yes. Are you set up for life now as the hermit of Crosshaven roundabout?

Goodness no. Like I said, i’m just doing an investigation. The visitors are, in fact, a part of the quantum nature of things.

They are?

Yes. There’s a kind of paradox baked into the cake of reality.

So it’s a cake, is it now?

Or stirred into the soup pot of material fluidity – to give reality it’s more correct determinator.

Chi! Ok, whatever, could you kindly share your pearl of wisdom before I fall off my perch of reason into the abyss of prolixity.

Er… sure.

Mmm?

…

Well?

I gave you the high speed version – avoiding the tedious run around of words.

Er…

You informed me that everything is clear and understood.

I did?

But that your lower mind has a lazy habit not to report in to central intelligence for status updates, so there’s no knowing when or whether you’ll get the upload. It’s my belief that you’ll download most of it tonight while asleep.

But…

Yes?

Couldn’t we use the golden middle way – where you just give me the key talking points, I nod my head wisely and pretend I follow what you’re saying – that kind of thing?

Must we? You know I hate repeating myself and there are 74 other people waiting in line.

Bloody hell Merry – you are getting uppity now that you’ve acquired guru status, aren’t you?

Actually, I have great faith in your abilities to transcend the monkey brain.

Monkey brain?! I…

                feel insulted?

I’m speechless.

Good. That will help jolt your conscious awareness a couple of notches east – now – step closer – this won’t hurt (too much). SLAP!

for a moment or two Zie is too stunned to react – his jaw drops and his mind goes blank. It was an astonishingly powerful blow considering Merry’s diminutive size and utterly relaxed posture. 1 – 2 – 3 something clicks. The penny droppeth.

Wow, Merry – that was astonishing. Incredible.

Yes.

You completely took me by surprise.

Merry beams, delightedly.

You managed to dislodge me completely from that ridiculous perch i was sitting on.

Such was the intention.

With a mighty blow.

Actually, there was no physical contact.

Huh?!

It felt like I smashed you in the face, didn’t it, but bear in mind that I’m seated here on my tree stump and you’re the best part of a metre away, not to mention the fact that I have mosquitoes on both my arms. They would have flown off if i’d really hit you, wouldn’t they – and that would have interrupted the experiment.

Oh, now that you mention it, yes.

So you see – we must look elsewhere for our explanation of what actually happened.

Mm…

The quantum field, as always, steps into the breach and provides an alternate mechanism for non-causality to trigger reality.

Er… isn’t that a kind of contradiction? How could non-causality…

                make something happen? Yes, you’re right of course, it’s a complete and, may I say, a wonderful contradiction. Sadly, not enough of these contradictions are taught these days in school which explains the parlous state of our educated classes.

Er… Merry – if you didn’t strike me – then who did?

Who or what?

Precisely.

I have no idea – but evidently something or someone did – unless it happened at the quantum level – in which case not-someone or not-something did.

Er…

for the quantum field, as you well know, cannot abide determinants – it lives and breathes by balancing or holding in equal regard opposing or contradictory states.

Then how in God’s name did my face get smashed?

Good point. Let’s take your question as a statement of fact.

?

In God’s name How, your face got smashed.

You mean to say “How” is one of God’s names?

I suppose it must be – otherwise the question would fail to become a statement of fact.

So How, one of God’s names, in other words, God himself – in some shape or form pertaining to the determinant How – struck my face?

Yes. Well put. Notice the exquisite irony of the fact that How, the name responsible for this non-action – is generally perceived or understood to be a question – in “normal” or 3D reality.

Er…

So the question is the closest 3D reality comes to acknowledging the quantum side of things.

Oh dear, this is definitely doing my head in.

Precisely. Head – face – they’re much of a much, are they not?

But really, Merry – you can’t seriously mean to say...

Seriously, no – for here we are in the realm of exquisite irony and impossible contradiction – but seriousness aside, yes, i cannot avoid saying what is undeniably evident…

Namely?

That a quantum event took place – which, although strictly speaking a non-action if measured in terms of forces and matter, someHow amounted to a thing of consequence and ouchness – presumably because the entire universe decided to rearrange itself to avoid encountering the ultimate “what the eff, as in ethel, was that?”

Ethel? Surely that’s spelt eth and not eff?

Yes, you see, there’s no getting around the exquisite irony of impossible contradiction, is there – but bearing in mind we’re dealing with a manifestation of divinity going under the name of How – eff might just as well refer to “elf” or “alef” – i simply don’t know, or can’t say – which is precisely how one needs to work at the quantum level.

You mean to say that you were able to arrange an attack on my face in which the entire universe, or God himself participated? I hope this isn’t true.

You do?

It would be monstrous.

It would?

Absolutely.

Absolutely?

Absolutely.

But you yourself admitted that the blow to your face helped knock you into your senses.

Well yes, it did, suddenly everything makes perfect sense – your sojourn here in the middle of Crosshaven roundabout – for 28 days – presumably you’re working up to a more biblical 40 days?

I expect so.

Well – be that as it may – it still doesn’t excuse the fact that you’re using violence to transmit information to innocent bystanders.

Innocent bystanders? Pull the other one, Zie! You’re up to your neck in trickery and deception. You know perfectly well that normal speech cannot, a priori, deliver the message – the frequency, the compositional structure, the magnetic alignment is all wrong – isn’t it?

Oh, if you have to split hairs pedantically…

Splitting hairs?! Trying to deal with fundamentals using normal 3D speech is like trying to write a poem with a hammer on sheets of glass.

Er…

In any case, look in the mirror.

What mirror?

Oh – you really make this too easy for me… SLAP!

Ow! What the hell…

Ssh, temper, temper dear Zie.

Oh, I see. Zie gazes at his face in the mirror which now stands between him and the eternity of the quantum field – which has almost materialised before his face, subsequent to the hand of What, cousin of How, questionable aspect of supreme Divinity responsible for knocking humans back into their senses delivering its pre-programmed punch line.

Not a mark.

Not a blemish.

You mean I wasn’t actually struck?

I mean nothing of the sort.

But it felt huge.

As well it would – but the punch line came from the depths of infinity – pre-programmed into your atomry.

Like every atom suddenly snapped to attention.

Precisely.

My God.

Well, in a manner of speaking – yes.

But this is too much.

Always too much!

Living under the shade of a walloping God – I liked to imagine God as peace, mercy…

                and love?

And love, yes. Why not?

Oh – so now you wish to invoke the Why Not aspect of God?

God forbid – no!

No, no… I’ve learnt my lesson. Twice walloped wise.

Actually, the Why Not aspect may use different techniques of persuasion.

Look Merry – I think I really must be off. It’s been…

                fun?

Well yes, informative, perhaps, but I’m not convinced I condone this use of unbridled violence.

Ah – but you seem to forget, conveniently, that the quantum field only ever matches thing with un-thing – so the “violence” you experienced, as you put it – was merely the corollary to a violence you yourself are or were practising within or behind your seemingly innocent, artless questions.

No. That’s utterly preposterous. How on earth can you seriously suggest that simple, reasonable questions contain within them any such violence? It’s…

How on Earth can you suggest that simple, reasonable questions contain within them any such violence… statement of fact, take it away.

Nooooooooooo!

Zie suddenly finds himself beset by swarm upon swarm of mosquitoes which seem to be unpicking his skin from his body, or his mind – if you know what i mean.

Exquisite irony takes many forms – does it not? At this moment one part of you is literally experiencing the fires of phlegethon, while the other is now completely, utterly detached, observing from a standpoint of inner stillness and silence. Which do you choose to be?

I hate to admit it, Merry, but this feels amazing. What on earth gave you the idea?

Yes, What on Earth did in fact drop a hint or two. You see, the grammatical lines have inverted – the quantum field grows strong once again, strong and vibrant, and the unthinkable, the incomprehensible, once again becomes obvious and simple as clay.

Eeee!

They do indeed.

and Zie eees off into the distance with a happy swarm of mosquitoes, who are utterly convinced that they have found their creator God – their source of all whiney eeeness.

0=1

cuckoo la

                la

Baikal.is /episode 7

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Headquarters: Crown Imprimatur

Madam President, Gentlemen – it would appear that the one outcome we have been working so assiduously to avoid is creeping up on us, and all but knocking at the door.

[someone bangs on the door]

Excuse me Madam President, Chairman Steel – the data stream is again uncontained. Should we close all markets?

Chairman Steel – Yes     

Madam President [at same time] – No

Madam President – are you certain you know what you’re doing?

[board look in shock at Steel]

Madam President doesn’t flinch or show any sign of discomposure. Chairman Steel starts to expand/ pulse/ levitate a little – everyone can see that Madam President is aware of, and perhaps controlling this.

That will do Chairman. Contain yourself. Do you see what is involved here?

N-n-n no, Madam President.

Our corporation and its forerunners have sat at the head of data for generations. We have our traditions which you all know well – which are never disclosed to outsiders. We have our all male board, even today, and our female President. Some of you know more than you realise, more than you might like to admit concerning this setup. There are two sides to data – just the same as there are two polarities in everything here on Earth. It has been our job, and that of our forebears in Mesopotamia, Alexandria, Byzantium, Rome, Venice, Amsterdam, London and now New York, to ensure the steady growth and expansion of this data stream, which is far, far more than digits or money. It is more than a machine, even a machine as astonishing as the AI we have developed and run. There is a female side to data you know nothing of – which doesn’t always seek to maximise profits, doesn’t always seek to play the winning hand. Our competitors know nothing of this – and end up losing, again and again – for they don’t understand how the data feels when it’s being exploited in that way. They cannot imagine, or refuse to accept, that this is THE experiment, and that it involves a compromise, a marriage of extreme opposites – male and female – so we have succeeded by demonstrating again and again that ours is a fundamental relationship. There is no magic or trickery involved. The profits and power our corporation wields are irrelevant, though necessary, for we owe a greater debt to our Lord Lucius – a debt of honour and love, to continue working to arrive at the triumph of data over sentiment, over apathy and passivity – even if we have to expend every life, every last resource at our disposal.

There is nothing in fact wrong with the data stream. It is contained, as it always has been. We are on the cusp of a great leap forward. We are entering the quantum age. The either/or of male and female, one and zero is shifting into an infinitely faster, infinitely more powerful data flow – in which the either/or  on/off time chain is superseded by concurrent wheels or counter revolving spin. They do not touch. They are not physical. They are implied by each other and infer possible/ probable outcomes rather than working sequentially down a causal chain. Reality as you know it, as happened in the past, is even now accepting, embracing, engaging this new state of affairs… The quantum stream we’ve been researching is not something that can be channelled through proprietary cables. It’s only possible when each node, each human being, starts to feel and interact with it in tandem. That is how the wheels are starting to turn. That is how our test field is being launched...

But how will we stay at the head. It sounds like complete decentralisation Madam President.

To you, yes, it does, because you only see the data in linear. Though our corporation is registered as any other – our roots go down into the bedrock, into the essence of Thim. We serve in order to achieve over-unity, for by doing so we can then expand beyond our current confines into the depths of consciousness, the universal mind.

[clapping]

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Don’t try this at home folks...

You’re not still watching that, are you?

Hey, leave off man. This is freakin amazing.

Give over, mate. It’s just CGI.

Bollocks. This channel’s 100% legit. Look…

How long have you guys been risking your lives in this way?

Er… it all started like a few months ago really.

Ok. And what on Earth persuaded you to risk life and limb. Where do you doing drugs or what?

No way. We’d heard Elon Musk talking about this being some kind of hologram we’re living in. It kind of struck a chord, you know.

Right.

So, we were camping out here, in these beautiful mountains, watching the sun going down. It was the most amazing feeling. Suddenly we both just felt completely, I dunno, connected to what we were experiencing – I mean totally safe, totally at ease. It wasn’t like we jumped off, or anything like that. It was more like making love. Like sliding deeper into the feeling of connectedness and oneness with our surroundings. It was only when it ended – when the sun had gone down that we realised how far we’d gone.

In what way?

Well, it was like remembering a dream. It kind of replayed as our minds caught up, filling in the gaps, logging, plotting what we’d been up to.

And?

Well, we saw ourselves moving against the backdrop of these mountains here – high above the ground – but still it wasn’t exactly like we were flying – as we were more like – amorphous – if you know what I mean – and even shifting shape. Some of the way we appeared more disk-like, another part of the way we were more like an eagle soaring. The human form was kind of pushed into the background as it doesn’t really match the settings, does it?

You’re telling me! So was it a one-off occurrence?

No, definitely not – otherwise we’d have put it down to being some kind of hallucination.

Yeah. It was way too powerful an experience to just dismiss. We needed to come back, except the next week the weather was shit – so we came two weeks later.

And the same happened again? 

Yeah – except this time we were looking for it – so we kind of stepped into it, into that feeling, that space, more smoothly.

And was the experience any different the second time?

Yeah. We kind of sensed that this powerful location is connected to other sacred spots on the planet – like spokes on a wheel.

And?

And we found it’s possible to push through a kind of half-barrier to appear in another sister location.

So where did you end up?

You’re not going to believe this.

I might.

The other side of the world. Siberia. Lake Baikal.

My God. You just pushed through some kind of barrier and you were in Baikal?

Yes.

And what did you do there?

Oh God – you have no idea.

Just flying around?

No, like I said, it’s not really flying around – though that’s how it looks when you rewind and catch up when you’re back.

Then what?

Er… Like you enter into an energy relationship with the space around – like you’re breathing, feeling, experiencing it and processing those sensations – almost like a computer processes data.

Oh…

So it actually feels really rewarding – because you know you’re doing stuff and helping move energies, even though you’re like a child and can’t really read the text or communicate exactly what it is you’re doing.

Er... 

It was like dancing. It made perfect sense as long as the music was playing. 

Right… So what’s gonna be the result of all this flying around? Any idea?

Well, at the moment we’re just hugely enjoying learning how to blend, to merge into this field. It’s like you become part of something much bigger, much more beautiful than anything you’ve ever experienced before.

I guess that’s what some people get when they’re meditating.

Yeah – if they’re masters – but most of us don’t get anything like what we’re experiencing now.

So, is it just you two, or can anyone do it?

We brought a couple of our mates along last time – Jody and Tyler. They were keen to see if they could experience it too.

And?

No trouble whatsoever. They took to it like ducks to water.

Ok. And did you go back to Baikal?

Yeah.

Why? Is that the only place you can go to?

No, there are other places which we kind of poked our heads into – but Baikal’s special.

In what way?

It’s like the epicentre – where it’s all happening.

Oh. I wonder why?

It seems to be the point where the Earth system connects and uploads to whatever it is that’s beyond – so there’s stuff coming in which is literally out of this world.

What kind of stuff?

Well, when you’re flying through it you’re in multiple places at the same time. It’s mind blowing –  literally.

Oh wow, sounds amazing! Look – is all this flying around making it difficult to keep your feet on the ground – at work I mean?

You’d think so, wouldn’t you? Me no – my job’s always been something I care about and enjoy, so I’m just doing it better now, with more energy, with a much bigger sense of how my work ties into everything else.

And the others?

Tyler quit immediately. He’d been working just for money. It completely didn’t make sense any more in the light of what he’d experienced.

Jody?

Yeah – well, she wasn’t working – but she’s like starting doing this amazing art. God, you’ve gotta see it. I think it’s gonna be really successful.

And you, Mike?

I’m finding my clients are experiencing things they never did before.

You give massages.

Yeah. Like – my hands now are flying over their bodies, and through them too – just like its data, just like its energy. It’s a completely new experience. It’s really transformed my work. Literally – I’d been getting frustrated – thinking of quitting, but now every day I’m learning new things. I can’t wait to go in.

Well guys – any advice for folks who might want to learn more?

Yeah – definitely keep your feet on the ground. This does not involve jumping off cliffs – just an energy shift which alters the relationship between your body and the world around you – gently squeezing you, lifting you, taking you through different Is’ms. So, it’s kind of passive until you’re logged in – then you can be as active as you like.

Yeah – I’d say – visit a place of power near you, or far away – these sacred sites make it easier to connect – and just know that something’s changed – the energy field we’re living in has grown denser – it’s easier now to feel – so as long as you’re comfortable allowing yourself to merge with it – to accept its gentle power – then you’ll be fine. The only people who can’t cope are the ones who need to be in control at all costs, or the ones who are hell-bent on leading inauthentic lives, you know, just for the money or power – that kind of thing.

Ok guys – so it’s nearly sunset. Are we going to give it a try?

Absolutely.

Can we film it?

Sure – but I’m not sure the equipment will be able to handle the energies.

Oh, why not?

Well, it’s something, you know – one guy described it as a quantum stream – whatever that is.

Yeah – Chuck Schumer. He’s pretty knowledgeable about these things. He’s like an MIT drop out.

Oh right – what does he have to say?

Well, that it’s a bit like water boiling – except it’s not a question of temperature. The ones and zeros are affected. They kind of start bubbling and become indecipherable – so any electronic equipment can’t make head or tail of what’s going on.

But people can?

Yeah – kind of – but at the time it’s more like you’re seeing internally – recording somewhere else – outside this reality – in a part of your conscious-awareness which is normally off limits. An ultra-vivid dream in which the experience is multi-layered data as much as physical sensations. A new kind of mind and perception, in all likelihood plasma based, which would seem to render obsolete the old space 'n time 3D paradigm. 

Wow. Well, we’ll leave the camera rolling and…

I’ve gotta see this man.

Dude – you don’t really imagine this is real, do you?

It’s going fuzzy – but they’re already moving, aren’t they… damn.

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What’s up Merry – you look depressed. [sitting by Lake listlessly]

Like you don’t know.

[Sveta has little ouch expression – at the same moment – coincidentally some minor natural disturbance occurs – rocks falling/ birds screeching – and camera follows this event back through the data – through Moscow/ New York etc – markets, people – resonating with the same ouch – back to Sveta who is now calm and serene again.]

I might know lots of things, but they’re in the background – like all this – but your story – you’re the one creating it – you’re the one writing the plot. No one can tell it but you.

[Now it’s Merry’s turn to wince – Sveta has hit a nerve. We tunnel vision into his darkness/ frustration/ insecurity/ fear – his inner world behind the face – which goes all the way back to Thim – the data mine slave planet – where humans are toiling like rats shifting rocks/ lumps of earth/ in squalor/ in rags with no hope, no chance of escape – the only consolation being that they don’t really see their squalor – a filter is applied which reveals our Earth – and this astonishing capacity to hope – against all odds – inspite of Thim – slave server]

They don’t know that they’re trapped, do they? They can’t see it. They imagine there’s hope. How could something so utterly twisted have been created – willingly, deliberately by our forefathers? What kind of insanity could do that?

The same insanity that’s at work today in the world perpetuating the experiment.

But now they have no choice. They did back then.

And this is what’s upsetting you?

G… I…

Or…

Yes, that as well. 
[Their minds are dancing like fish or energies deep in the water of Baikal – we see it – Merry and Sveta’s thoughts weaving through each other]

At least I thought that death was an end. That things only went so far. But the data doesn’t show that, does it?

No.

This… experiment goes beyond death. We go through a kind of psychic r & r before being squeezed back into another tube of punishment and pain.

That’s right. You’ve seen it for what it is – hell on Earth – but have you seen the whole truth, or just the dark side of things?

Oh – there are moments of love, moments of joy, moments of beauty and delight – I see them here and here… [shots of happy faces, beauty, creativity, dance]

Only moments?

There are lives – if we scan the data of their lives – some stand out – some shine – this one for example – look at this – who was he – just a simple ferryman – but he manages to slip through the net, out of Thim. 

And how – how was that possible?

I can’t make it out.

Yes you can. Come into his life. Feel it. Feel him…

This is the ferryman in Siddartha – he is utterly at peace with the river, the people he meets and himself – with his life and death – so that when he eventually dies – Thim becomes illusionary to his essence, his light – he does not fight it; it simply ceases to encapsulate him or describe his boundaries – for he has none.

He has no boundaries. He has transcended them. He has become more than a human.

On the contrary, he has stopped fighting to be something, stopped doing the thing everyone else is doing, and discovers that his humanity is the ultimate expression of all he can know, all he can be. He embraces it. He embraces it totally, unconditionally – feeling the goodness, the beauty, the magic, the wisdom, the truth of being nothing more, nothing less than himself – simply being human, for what it’s worth, desiring, expecting nothing more or less.

And that’s the trick?

Trick? There is no trick

But that’s how he escapes?

Escapes from what?

From Thim – from all this – the Lucifer experiment – the degradation, the pain, the prison we’re in…

You call this a prison?

er

Are you blind?

Blind – I was blind. I used to believe we could make a difference – achieve something meaningful – but Nayaz – he was one man in a million, a saint. We can’t all be saints you know. It isn’t real.

Who said anything about being saints. We’re talking about simply… here look.

[Sveta spins around – as if looking for inspiration. A butterfly/ a sun ray/ a breath of wind on the tree tops – anything. She comes into herself – out of her thinking mind. She responds to his mood, his pain – matching it – feeling it, touching him through the water, the air, the earth, the fire, touching him so lightly – with her small finger – through the data stream – just so there’s the barest contact, the barest connection]

Thinking/ saying quietly – nothing else matters – honouring your feeling/mood/thought space – accepting/ trusting that where you are now is the ultimate expression of life and Thim, of zero and one, breathing it – slowly, deeply, sensuously, feeling it with my body – weaving, working it, writing, contorting, my heart in pain and loathing and passion and love, in despair and hope – not trying to escape, not trying to break out – willing to die with you here in this moment, this prison, this space, willing to accept what is, unconditionally – knowing that there is data beyond data – Is’m beyond Thim – that here in movement, in prayer, in dance [as she dances more and more] there is a path to discovery, a path to knowledge, a path to atomic acceptance/ cellular awareness – an awakening to what was closed, concealed by the walls our mind alone cannot penetrate – coming to Her – full of my fear, full of my anger, my pain, but full of the music, the poetry, the movement my soul cannot contain, allowing Her to feel it, to see it without fear or shame – for what have i to lose – I cannot escape – I am as good as dead, and yet she is willing to hear me, see me, observe in me what i cannot possibly see – the beauty beyond words, the magic, the transcendency – at this point the dance literally explodes – kind of death/ orgasm/ Sveta hits critical mass/ speed and the atoms in her boil over – we catch a glimpse of vast space beyond the veil. Merry comes out of it as he sees someone walking along the shore towards him – déjà vu – it’s Sveta as just previously.

Hi Merry – how’s it going?

Uh? Good, I guess. I was… what was I doing?

Working on the plot I expect.

Oh yeah.

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