abiogenesis phil Dwelling in darkness outside the speculative universe. Wishing to remove myself from the gaze of it all, I move forward. And shrinking, I pass inside. Closing my eyes I pretend everything is truly gone. Finding the comfort, the isolation, I had been seeking. Traveling nothingness left me unchanged. The universe stayed pointedly opposed to my escape. Even at the greatest reaches speed could muster, the finite existed. This new experience comforts me. More and more information enters my mind. My eyes open to see the dust settling around me. Mist pours over orchestrated motions of the oids beneath. Glimpses of color explode from their surface. I plunge below the streaks of dust to gaze at them, and the land moves at me before I can even focus. It's dark and its heavy mass at once force me to realize how small I have become. Never before had I felt this kind of shock. I close my eyes for a moment and regain the missing peace. Crashing into the water my body splays a thousand times and the oceans fill with blood. Sinking to the hardened floor I watch slower transcending pieces dance off into the darkness. Gray belts of rock grind toward the bursting tombs of Hell. My body ignites as pieces of existence become flame. I manage to get away, pushing my parts against the water. Truly shattered, this place as my greatest enemy, I lash out at it. Breaking it apart. Vomiting its distorted essence back up on itself. Another body swims through the water at me, gracefully circling me twice. The embrace leaves me feeling half of what I had expected. What had came before this no longer is relevant. We share bodies in a confused lust, and we consume each other time and again, growing from myriad destructions. 110718 ... () () 160125 what's it to you? who go blather from