Hovering on the Winds of Thought
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions
Aug 25 2005
A lonely time ago, swimming in the mist formed by the winds of thought, there was a space. The space had no purpose but to swim. The space realized it was able to do more than swim, so one day it began falling through the mist and landed between some vowels. The vowels didn’t seem to mind associating with the space, however, the two were still lost in a void, feeling incoherent and incomplete. After doing some running, the duo tagged several consonants which were floating in the breeze nearby.
Without warning, commas and periods began dripping from the sky. They all soon gave birth to a healthy sentence. The sentence grew up and became a paragraph. As the paragraph matured, and the mist evaporated, fully developed chapters began to gently caress all of the characters which had joined together. As the chapters aged, a book lovingly wrapped around them, giving them shelter from erasers or any storms which might cause their loss of cohesion. A thought transformed into a title and rested upon the face of the book; the title found comfort within its new nest and never departed.There was much time spent within the book, and the book was spent within time. It endured many storms and many thoughts; sadly, the book gradually dissolved into a mist, scattering all of its characters into a void. In the void, a lonely time later, there was a space.
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