story001 symbol junky he walks through the jungle. jungle of thought, so he thinks. the trees, leaves, vines, as objects, neurons, connecting together the various concepts of the overmind of gaia. the tree he is walking towards starts to glow, faintly, star_yellow. a clock, twelve symbols, appear etched in a circle, branches tipped with single, pointed leaves point and spin. three hands, the third points at the eternity of my indifference... the rest of the jungle dissolves into thought clots, distinct ideas separate and contained within themselves, with two_dimensional surfaces as the interface to their multidimentsional interiors. a doorway appears in the tree, a doorway with a gigantic lock. he takes the key from his pocket and places it in the void of the lock... 030830 what's it to you? who go blather from