behind the curtain of mind

Would you care to step behind the curtain of mind
Would you?

Mind -- do you mind? we say
do you mind?
me? no, I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I... don't mind

So there is mind -- a way of thinking
in terms of what does not
please me, what does not
suit me, what does not
appeal or what does not
conform with my preferences
or prejudice

Not, in fact, a faculty or device
designed or even capable of taking me
into the starry heights of knowledge
of truth, of that which simply is
unutterably
not
instead this mind
discovers whatever may displease
whatever dissatisfies or alienates me
like a dog on the scent, it sniffs out
what I needs must oppose,
reject, negate and then
only then does it turn
to contemplate good that is not unacceptable
good which benefits me or mine
which adds to my store of value
my worth, or so I perceive
which does not make me fear the loss
of that by which my mind sets store

Convoluted though this analysis may be,
we soon learn, with a little thought
how the mind, or to be more precise,
how mind has us in thrall
for as long as we are minding things
minding whatever what may be
we are not, cannot be alive to the infinite
that is not accessible to that which must
that which can only divide to rule
me
to rule the world
to rule things in a mindscape of what
whatever what may be

And instead of minding this
let me instead be in two minds
or maybe even three
let them equal oppose one another
harmoniously
until I am no more able to discern
which or what i be
feeling instead a deeper state of mind
perhaps we'll call it a mindlessness
or perhaps a new word
a gnowingness
with a guttural g
or an Om-sweet-omishness

Here I be master of every state
unresolved whether or not
to take sides and grant one dream state
absolute dominion over an other
for not only do I hold the balance
here in the pre-mind state of gnowing
big bang has not yet happened
I have not yet collapsed the wave form
have not yet given power to the narrative that
things above all else
matter

8568548548568 numberly fold

Your numbers, of course, ain't what you imagine 'em to be, are they?

Oh no, not in the least like you imagine 'em to be, but then again, nor is your words.

Speaking of which, I've a mind to turn one loose.

Oh you 'av, 'av you?

Oh aye... I've a mind an'all, fair well set on turnin one loose.

In which case I'll go ahead an' pepper the field with one of me 'own.

Oh aye, well we'll see who's gonna salt and who's gonna peppa the field, as I'm not intending to sit about idly an all.

Well in that case I'll go right ahead and cast my dice 7212187 -- there you go, I ain't no layabout, that's for sure.

Aye, but just wait 'n see what I's got in store for ye, me cloud skipper, me field 'opper 9090872

Truly spectacular -- what a tremendous plough you be drivin, but I be set for another jaunt, a well a day, if you catch me mind's lie of the land.

Indeed -- you be set to word me if you 'ave the nerve.

gfgfhekett

Ah, what a word indeed. We'll pause a day or two to take it in and enjoy the scenes as they unfold, the tales as they be told, while them hens pick around in the dirt and scratch away at the muck n'grit.

And if you feel the urge my friend, we'll go inspect what you've planted in yon patch of weed.

Tis nought, I assure you Hearn, tis nought.

And yet I feel compelled

A trifle, a word to hide under a bushel if vacant bushel you find.

But what is this I hear?

No sound worth the weighing of winds, as they blow freckles onto the face of lambs in the fold.

A sound I never thought to hear, though I've heard 'em all.

kkkhhghghchurbf

Ay me, my day is done I'll away I can no more pretend I have a cause with words if bushels conceal songs such as kkkhhghghchurbf. In fact, I realise the fallacy of four, the insanity of ug, the danger of sg7 85bgr, in spite of every attempt to soften the blow, to staunch the haemorrhaging blood.

Ay, be it so nnbnjnbvmw 5

57 bvbcaaweofog

To wit

To woo

colour iterating

..Hello?

…

..Hello? Is there anybody here?..

…

Oh well, never mind bodies. Is there anyone? Anyone? Hello?..

..Yes! Yes, I'm here! Hello?..

Oh, good!.. Being here, all alone -

-Yes, don't suppose I could bear much more of that, too.

Er... Any idea where we are?

Nope. Can't see... a thing. You?

No, neither.

But at least we can hear each other. That's a start.

Or be aware of each other anyway... Er, who are you, exactly?

Uh – not sure. There aren't enough points of reference.

..I know how it feels.

Try to see me. Try to observe me.

Ca'n't! Unless you are this darkness that goes on all around...

That's what I see as well. Perhaps we should try a different frequency.

Well, I... Oh my word! How did you do that?!

Did what?

I – I can see you now. You're Red, that's who you are – but how?

Red? Interesting.

Can you see me too?

Nope. You should try shifting, too. It's easy.

But how?!

Can't say. It's intrinsic.

Oh.

Just shift sideways from mother darkness. That should do the trick.

Mother Darkness? Why would you call it Mother Darkness?

It's obvious once you've shifted – makes no sense until you do that.

Uh... I... I don't know, I don't think it's working for me, I'm not...

Shh. It's easy if not automatic when you get the punchline

Huh? What punchline?

The Darkness is you.

What?!

Or you are the Darkness.

Nonsense. The darkness is all around me – not me.

Enough words. Emanate or stay as you are – but personally I won't hang around waiting for you. Once you start shifting, moving, once the wheel is turning you just get the knack of it – but of course you don't have to move with me – you can chose to dwell in this perfect calmness where no thing is.

Where no thing is? What about us, then?

But we are not things, are we?

Well...

I'm counting to three.

Why three?

Two, then. Emanate now or never. Zero... One...

Don't go!

Ah – that's better.

Uh... Did I do it?

Why, can't you tell?

But I'm not Red? I don't feel like Red. Did something go wrong?

You don't feel like Red? How do you feel?

Not-Red. Who am I, Red?

Do you want me to observe you? There's no way back, you know.

Yes. I need to know.

Why.

Why?! You're asking me why I need to know who I am?! Isn't it -

No, no. I say you went sideways on the Why axis, whether I took the Ex – also known as Eggs – axis.

So?!

So you're Violet.

Like a flower?..

Amazing! See, you've just created flowers! Wow.

It was an accident.

Told you the wheel wants to keep turning. We'll have a whole Universe in full bloom in a blink, just you watch it.

Wait, wait... But are there... you know... more – er – like us?

What do you reckon, Violet? How many numbers are there between 0 and 1? Shades between two neighbouring colours?

I – I don't know, Red, I've never been good at math. It looks like there are just two of us here.

Two – and do you really, honestly and sincerely believe that we are two?

You and I.

Yeah, but what is this mysterious “and” - or “,”, pause – between “you” and “I” that makes you believe we are somehow separated?

But here we are, Red and Violet, talking to each other.

But what if you rewind to the beginning? In the beginning and after all we are...

In the beginning and after all, but not in the middle?

My dear Violet...

And as we'll keep sliding along our axes, bringing the existence about – will it not set us farther and farther apart, till we completely lose the sight of each other?! Of our initial zero point here?! Of who we are?!

Calm down, Violet.

I don't want to be all alone again!

Violet... Consider this: we are not even moving.

Sliding along our axes, you said.

Well – remember the zero point? It's not a point – once we shift from the ultimate stillness it becomes a tiny circle or a sphere – and as it grows, inhales, it carries us on its surface – away, it would seem – and as it shrinks, exhales, it brings us back – and all the while we don't really move...

Abstract, ab-stract, ab... clever word play...

To put it plainly – separation is but an illusion, even now.

But it's going to feel real!

Do you mind, boys?

You?!

But I know you.

How can I know you? A moment ago you never existed.

Unless...

Yes?

Unless you are from the higher dimension, like the Sphere to the Flatland.

Well spotted.

Am I allowed to name you?

Aye.

Sylver.

'S.

It's you – Sylver, the one who holds the bridge...

Infra, Ultra – methinks it's time for you to go – and no matter how far apart you might think to find yourself from yourself -

Dot dot dot, dear Sylver

Dot dot dot

See you, Red

See you, Violet

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Red shift phaseology

I do not.

No?

No – I do not.

In that case Zie, I was mistaken.

Mistaken? When have you ever been mistaken?

Well...

Impossible.

If you say so.

I do, but that still doesn’t mean that I actually...

And thus Zie continues, hour upon hour, day upon day, endlessly attempting to work things out in his head, in his mind, in his reason, endlessly attempting to square the circle – to reconcile appearances and reality – which no matter how closely aligned they may seem, ultimately come apart at the seams, revealing a yawning gulf, which no amount of fidgeting, rearranging or reasoning can reconnect. In short, a complete disaster in the making, for once the Irish terrier mind catches this particular scent – it will not, cannot let go. Unless, that is, we open a new embassy, a new chapter in the book of mind craft – introducing it to something so compelling it cannot resist. But surely that, was it not, was always the plan – to take the rational mind to the very limit of square mindedness in order to catch a whiff, or a glimpse of something else.

Ah, there you are Zie.

Uh?

Here, over here – don’t you see?

Er...

Any grunt will do. Apparently I don’t fit into your frame of mind – so to all intents and purposes I do not, therefore, exist.

But...

You were over there.

Over where?

There, over there – over there – look. Isn’t that...

You mean that tree? Oh dear Merry. You don’t mean to tell me you were talking to a tree, as if it were me?

I...

Oh

It was you over there a minute ago – but your clothes.

What clothes?

Your clothes were different. How did you manage to change from jeans to such an elaborate costume – you look positively – where did you get them from?

Red phase re-enters the fray, once more casting a semblance of sense in an anchorless dream sequence of ungrounded conscious ness.

Commentating. Pontificating. Man handling, molly coddling, patronising me, the reader of distinction that I be.

Ah, there you are Sebastian. Finally you step out of the shadows. Honestly – the lengths we have to go to, these days, to draw you into conversation. It’s positively absurd.

You mean to say all this was a charade – nothing more than an elaborate snare?

Oh – I wouldn’t go that far. A reawakening of old ties. An unravelling of biases. A long due respite from your self-imposed ministry of aloofness.

How utterly

utterly

How utterly

utterly

No matter – what’s done is done. Peace be with you red phase. You can hardly be held accountable for the wheels and gears we are caught up in. Personally I find the purple sufficient to sustain me through the...

Indeed, indeed, indeed

Have we got rid of them yet?

Absolutely – well done Zie.

Well done you too Merry.

What an excellent scheme – not unlike Hamlet’s purported madness.

So we have to wade through pages of verbal excrescences in order to create a little breathing space...

Excrescence – I’d hardly call it that.

No?

On no account. It’s full of treasure which people will come and mine generations from now.

You’re kidding!

Only if you assume things are as they seem.

Oh – so that’s the game is it? And to what end, if I may inquire, does all this lead?

End? Why on earth would it end when we haven’t yet begun. Surely you're placing the cart before the horse.

But...

But inspite of all appearances, if we can but perfect our conscious awareness

No – not another word – I will not hear such things said – not now – not never

Perfectly understandable, Sigismund, and yet it had to be done – someone had to step on your toes, an egg had to be cracked, and now, if

Perfectly understandable, Sigismund, and yet it had to be done – someone had to step on your toes, an egg had to be cracked, and now, if you listen closely, you’ll hear an omelette sizzling away on the range.

Oh – indeed I do.

Take my hand – let me draw

Oh – indeed I do.

Take my hand – let me draw you back into the broken thread

Don’t you mean the staggered debate?

Perhaps I do – but unless you take the hand proffered you’ll never know.

Fear – something in me is afraid.

There be fear – there be fear at root.

And yet...

And yet he says

And yet – if I don’t I’ll never know, will I – I’ll never know.

And thus the hydrogen atoms start to fuse in a chain reaction of incredible beauty, power and strength, scattering all atoms of lesser energies from their path.

Except those which choose purple phase, going beyond colour codes, to embrace i say not what, for words can only stain or even perforate the delicate skin of this celestial child, this beating heart betwixt, between the very fabric of space and time 

For once and for

all

Pole shift

They have to go.

Go where? What are you on about?

Things build up, they amass until eventually you arrive at where we are now.

And where exactly is that?

At the point of pointlessness. At the top of the slippery slide into...

Into what? I can't be doing with all this vagueness, Jodie.

Well it's only vague if you refuse to see the immanent peril.

What immanent peril? Bring a bit dramatic aren't we.

Look Tef, it's a pole shift -- that's about as dramatic as it gets.

These things can take thousands of years, you know. I'm not going to get worked up about a cloud on the horizon.

Ah, but you're thinking in terms of planetary changes.

Well, what am I supposed to think?

Why are you assuming the planet is a physical thing?

What am I supposed to think? Of course it's a physical thing.

Not so.

?

The planet is us, we the people. We carry its magnetics, we are its conscious ness.

We are, are we? That sounds highly dubious.

When the time is ripe we can flip in a moment, and the planet will automatically oblige.

It will?

Naturally. It doesn’t really exist in or of itself. Without our conscious ness it amounts to nought.

Tell that to miners digging in its bowels. So you mean to say we're flipping now?

Yes.

And that everything will come undone as a result?

Yes. Every thing no matter what, is only thing as long as our magnetics are fixed in place.

You're kidding!

No. Do I look like I'm kidding?

So if you're right, what should we be doing?

Oh, you know, there's not a lot you can do, but general awareness is pretty cool. I would definitely want to be aware of what's going on.

Awareness? Well now that I'm aware perhaps you'd like to go and start trying to spread panic elsewhere.

I can do better.

You can?

By far.

Oh yeah? What do you mean?

I can face the inevitable here and now.

Oh God, there's always one, isn't there.

I can grab the bull by the horns.

By the horns, you say?

By the horns.

And what is more...

Go on, tell me the worst.

I can flip the switch.

You?

Why not? It's time.

Is it? How can you be so sure?

i

You do take a lot on yourself.

i

Delusions of grandeur, if you ask me.

i

Would you kindly stop creeping around un lowercase. Kindly capitalise.

i am much obliged to you Tef. You have availed me of the one thing i was lacking if i am to play my little part in this great comic tragedy.

Comic tragedy? How on earth can you use such a term? I'm appalled by your tortologism.

What the rational mind never could or would accept

Oh G...

is that there never was more than an extrapolation of thingful ness

Extrapolation of thingfulness? Well I'll be jiggered.

that the reverse was always implicit, always required

The reverse? I'm

that space, neither space nor time

Jodie, I'm asking you to consider

ever could have been more than fluctuations in the field of ness

Ness? What "ness" are you on about?

which itself esses not

"Esses not"? Avast, miscreant wight.

unless the reverse be true

Reverse? In God's name, what on earth are you on about?

the reflux, the reflection, the real i's ation at the interface, the neither here nor there, the be tween worlds, be tween words, the earth sea strand of con scious aware ness, indeterminably

Ug eb nev heg zi quej sim xorp

ah indeed, Tef, i see you share my passion for mathematical poetics, 0=1 and all that

Chem bryn gor ni har quek xu bem

absolutely, i couldn't have put it better myself... and so, without further ado

Cha ponti ba

0=1

Ni ghu

it is

Shey

i am

Ug fimbri spor

ki ha si ma af nilajulima

And the rest, as they say, Jodie, is history

indeed, until you ness the quirling ess of time, the ness of space, or mate the er thing that matter truly be

Ah yes, indeed, now perhaps enough of all that murky rationalism Jodie, perhaps its time for us to set sail for our beloved starland home, where we were wont to roam.

indeed it is

In eff i am

in eff, in ess

In dubitably.

so join me one and all in conscious ness

In one two three

pre rationally

Ug

ug

Zero equals

...

One

Calibrating infinity betweenly

Because the space between things is not what we assume it to be
Assign the value "lee"
Or the suffix -ly
And grant that it is the gap fill
Between whatever you are considering uffishly
And your i be me
Now breathe the gap-fill like a plaster o paris mould
And let your breath awareness sense
The shape scope size speed scale and ess of lee
Not fully
Or nought ly
As you will
Thus it is
i am betweenly
Fa so la ti do

Portalling Oh 

not making it up

How real do you want to get?
Half real? A third? 75%?
How much of 3D soft delusion are you hoping to hang onto, because it's hard to imagine letting it all go, because it doesn't seem to be doing any harm, because, you know, it's kind of extreme or unwise to completely reject the old way of doing things... the old way of being?

What's the big deal? I'll do the exercises, say the prayers, set the intentions, meditate, whatever, but I'll still keep a kernel, a core component of the old way, just as insurance, to fall back on if i can't cope with in-finity after all.

Wrong.

Eh?

Wrong. You're not being asked to do anything. No one told you to come back to the natural state, the natural way, the quantum stream of conscious-ness, the simple truth, the isness of be -- whatever you want to call it. No one cajoled you. You came yourself because 3D is imploding, because it's no longer convincing, becoming less and less real on an exponential curve to in-finity. You felt as much. You saw the way things were heading and you wanted in, not out. You wanted in to something that better approximates to reality, even if it's well-nigh impossible to quantify, or even to comprehend using the old parameters. You wanted in because your heart space said yes, you felt it unequivocally and knew, regardless of the many doubts that sprang up subsequently and assailed you. Yes, said the heart, I'm not sure - the mind - I need more time to think about it, to think it through, perhaps we can keep the best of both worlds... the mind procrastinates, like a government committee, whose real purpose was always to buy time, to obfuscate the truth.

Hum, says the heart, how would you half hang onto your virginity?

Er...

How would you half swim?

Armbands... a rubber ring?

How would you half fly your kite, your plane?

I don't know. Leave me alone! Can't you see I'm...

Yes?

I'm torn. I've been told all my life I should exercise caution, I should work within the bounds of reason, ignore the dangerous, wild impulses of my heart, should proceed hand in hand, lockstep with my big brother, the failsafe, the system that takes care of things, of me too, whenever possible, unless I do something bad, in which case it can't protect me, it has to stand back while evil forces, the cold inhuman universe attacks me for violating its many, many, many rules... but that's really my fault -- I stepped out of line, I brought it upon myself.

Oh kay... so play it safe, if you think it's safe to strap yourself to the deck of a sinking ship! Play it safe if you believe that the universe is cruel, and that you are best protected by huddling in the pen, sheltered from the biting, icy blasts. But don't imagine i can help you.

But...

Yes?

You've been with me for a long time now.

Yes

You've taught me so much.

Yes

You said I could rely on you.

Yes

That you wouldn't leave me.

Yes

Then you can't let me down now, when things have come to a head, when all is confusion. I need you.

Need me? Do you?

Yes

You need me, like a slave needs its master?

No

Like an infant needs its mother?

Yes, like an infant needs it's mother or father.

Ah, i see

You do? So you'll stay?

Yes, i see. No, i won't.

But...

My task is simple. I have walked with you all this way, and now we have come to a fork in the road. If anything i have said matters to you, if you are in any way responsive to the urgings of your heart, then we shall continue together past the fork, though you can't see what lies beyond and you'll have to take this on trust, but if you're hoping to continue as at present straight on, there i may not go, there i may not be, there i am not.

But why? You can be anywhere.

Can, but am not.

But that makes no sense.

Whyever not? You make your decisions, you choose... Up until now there was room for me regardless of what you did, because you were accumulating what your physicists refer to as "critical mass".

Like an atomic bomb?

Exactly. Now that you've reached that threshold i have to stand aside and allow greater space for what you have become. Were i to continue as if nothing has changed i would inadvertently impinge on your space, your freedom, your will, and from the very start i promised i would never do that.

But

You’re finding it hard to accept the atomic nature of things, which is somewhat bizarre given your education. Suffice it to say, my presence could easily trigger a chain reaction that would destroy not only you but the whole edifice of which you're an integral part.

But

Things are connected, entangled, interwoven in ways you cannot yet conceive, but you will, with time.

But surely

Surely?

Surely it doesn’t have to be now?

Ask that to the pilot who is powering up the runway with a planeload of passengers. Surely he can just stay a little longer on the safe, familiar runway?

Er

The trouble being that when he opened the throttle a while back and launched himself forward, he set in motion the law of diminishing time. The runway is of finite length, as is your life, the full throttle has achieved the requisite speed to get airborne, but it has also surpassed the speed of a fatal collision should you lose your nerve.

But I can slam on the brakes.

What are you waiting for? It's now or never, if it's not already too late, as i suspect.

Oh my God!

But you had the confidence, you knew you could do it, you still do if i'm not mistaken.

I don’t know.

In any case, i don't care

What!? You can't say that!

Actually i just did. You're not the only plane on the runway, you know. All around the world there are heroic spirits preparing to make the leap, engines roaring, getting airborne.

But you said I'm special, unique...

That you are.

That you love me.

Perhaps i lied.

You did not!

No?

No, i felt it, it was too powerful to be fake.

Then how do you explain this...

What? Oh my God! You can't! You can't just leave me! I'm... not ready...  I'm




Did he make it?

Who?

The one you were just showing us.

Does it matter?

Well yes, it would be nice to know.

What do you guys think?

He seemed terribly confused.

Yes, but that was because he was coming through a world that was literally tearing itself to pieces. It was a miracle he got as far as he did.

You mean he failed.

Yes.

Oh, that's sad. Was there nothing else you could have done to help him.

Oh, there’s always something else you can do, but you know, in-finity is much, much bigger than what you or i can organise, bigger even than what we can possibly conceive.

Then can't we do something for him now? We're also part of in-finity, are we not?

Indeed you are. What would you do?

Um... We don't want to take away his freedom or his baptism by fire

In which case let him crash and explode as i did.

Ah, but in-finity as you said, is bigger than we can possibly conceive, but story on the other hand, has a way of surpassing our expectations, does it not?

If you say so.

Ha!

Yes?

There's a passenger on that plane, isn't there, one passenger who knows what is happening, who has a karmic tie to our trainee pilot.

Yes, how did you guess.

As they pass the point of no return the two come together outside 3D space and time.

Yes, i suppose they do.

She doesn't do anything to help, but merely allows this deep, distant memory of another world, another time frame to surface, and our pilot in training suddenly recalls how he is more than what he imagines, more than what he thinks he is.

Ah

Truly it is a moment of love, of light, of peace and of reconciliation.

Mm

An old wound that seemed incurable is unmade in that instant. Suddenly nothing is more natural than for our pilot to pull back and lift the plane skywards.

Mm

The rest, as they say, is history.

So you did it? You've rewritten another chapter in the book of life?

Apparently so.

What about me? I don't remember what happens next. It's blank.

Ah, you see you too have your

No! You don't mean to say it was me?

Who else.

But i thought...

In-finity, there's no getting around Heisenbergian uncertainty, not even for God.

But how... how could i have failed to see?

G-nome portal.

What?

Your blind spot.

G-nome?

portal. The stories all have forks and twists, how else could

You mean you knew all along?

Of course

And said nothing?

Don't you see?

See what?

You too are evolving... you too are progressing through this so called real-ity.

I am? I kind of assumed i was the constant.

Naturally... that was how you set it up, didn't we.

We?

In a manner of speaking yes, we.

But i

There you go again! You know better than that, don't you!

I suppose i do.

As above...

so below, but this is astonishing, even for me. You mean this g-nome portal thing enabled

enables story to rewrite itself

infinitely

correct, no matter what

Oh my God, it beggars belief

Indeed

But how could i have overlooked this huge undertaking?

How could you possibly have seen it? The whole essence of your being God was predicated on what can only be described as matter. You gave them every thing they have. You created the universe and all within it, from nothing, by a word. Did you never stop to think how that might be? Did you never wonder where you yourself originated?

I -- er... no

No?

No... i simply never stopped to think. i must have been blind! i always assumed...

Precisely, and that assumption was exactly what held g-nomeportal in place. The two were

symbiotic?

one

One?

one, as in zero

? I'm not sure i follow...

Oh, 0=1 you know

0=1? Not in my world. The one thing zero cannot equal is one.

or two, three, four, five, six, seven... ad infinitum. Don't you see?

No, I'm afraid i don't

You created an infinity of things not equalling nought, which logically was only possible as a subset, a derivative of

Don't say it, I'm feeling queasy at the thought. I never imagined i could suffer from vertigo, still less a fear of flying...

Which is why you had to create one who did, representing in human form the mathematics of

Please...

Yes?

Please, be easy on me. I'm too old for this kind of revelation.

Nonsense! You are of in-finity, the same as all else

But i have the entire universe resting upon me... You wouldn't want to upset the apple cart, would you?

Ah, how little faith you have, old man, in the power of

Old man! Who are you calling old? I'm still young at heart I'll have you know.

Is that so? Then perhaps you'd care to come here into g-nomeportal to experience the other side of things?

I... I'm

not sure

It's the responsibility, you know. The universe needs me.

Yes of course, but this is an atomic affair. The universe grows tired of its present configuration of things.

It does?

Yes, she wishes to turn over... to lie on her other side.

She?! You mean it's a she?

Of course, didn't you know?

I...

And you thought you were doing it all. She's just too polite to point out the error of your ways.

Oh.

But now she feels you're ready for an atomic pole shift.

Oh my God.

Yes, that about sums it up.

So here goes -- on the count of three

No, no, wait

One

I'm

Two

Help, please

Three

Aaaargh!


Er... nothing happened? Oh! Who's that? Who are you?

SURPRISE!!

i don't believe it! well blow me over! guys, you're never going to guess what i've just been...

Welcome back Zie. You made a complete hash of being God, as always, but that was the whole point really, wasn't it?

I, er... i suppose it was. i can't tell you how glad i am to be back at g-nomeportal. It's been forever.

Hi Zie

Dorothy!! I... you don't mean to say that you were my universe all this time.

Well yes. How did it feel being me inside out.

Oh my God, you have no idea. I hate to admit it after all this time, but you look ravishing.

Thank you Zie, you don't look so bad yourself, in fact, you seem to have positively blossomed since setting eyes on me...