2 July 2012
A young man walked through the streets and he pondered, considering times past; from times at distant shores to last night in a bar. It was dark, at that time in that region of space known as a Town. His path seemed mostly empty, though, more often than not he reaches intersections only to find his path intercepted by a lone cyclist or a solitary individual. He paused by a park filled with memories of events; some glorious in happiness, others gruesome in cruelty. Lifting his head he gazed at the stars. Three Kings, the wise men of the night looked down and their brethren shimmer in the many-ness of one night. He felt the beauty, mysteriously his gaze is filled with diffraction patterns and rippling waves. He saw the aura of heat and there was something else, a glow he could not understand; closing his eyes he decided to listen to the Town. It was quieter than most but the buzz of electricity was ever present. The occasional vehicle on the road behind purred and still he listened... He heard the song of insects and he smiled. He had only recently discovered through his studies at school that everything in nature is connected. He believed that just as the nucleus is orbited by its own mass-energy states, so also is his yellow Star orbited by its own mass-energy states. The bark of a passing dog roused him from the depths of his mind. A duo approached; a dark skinned woman wearing blue joggers with her hair tied at the back, swaying with her motion and thick locks of hair dropped down towards her waist. Accompanying her was a fair skinned woman in grey joggers with her hair held back with a band and her hair was a mix of braids, twists and loose hair. The dog was like a Doberman and seemed to revel in the exercise, thoughts seemingly only of play. He watched them pass him and then he resumed his stroll. He was amazed at how much information his mind accumulated from a series of shots, taken within fractions of time, the speed information is relayed and processed. Indeed he marvelled at the unity of mind and body. His soul seemed to rejoice! He understood his journey, becoming aware of its beginning; only at a beginning can he see an end. He smiled as an unseen force filled him with grace. The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence, he feels it so he believes it is real, such is his reality. Thus he questioned and he searched, not truly coming to terms with what he searched for but still he wanted to know, through the lies and mesh of deception, a truth as real as the ground he stood on; he decided this was the basis of his search. His mind, free to drift in the autonomous motion of his legs along his path; autonomous vehicles, he wondered about the vessel and the driving force. He understands the unity of both brings him to be and yet he wondered, what is beyond? Delayed momentarily by pensive mental processes, his mind presented the image of the young tree he passed by. The image the perfect camera that is his eye captured and stored in the quantum banks of memory. Turning back, he gazed to imprint the previous reflection. Instantly his mind was drawn to his class on fractals, the natural method of continuity and growth. It is a phenomenon he realised is also in all things, from as tiny as blood vessels to a whole mass of trees. (tbc)
© 2010 by Pthasse Amadeus
A Tale Of One (Intro.) • Opuss № I