There is a level of alertness. The math symbols come.
Gab=Tab
A=(tlxlylz)
Gtt-Ttt
Gtx=Ttx
Gxx=Txx
I settle back in my seat, mind open, clarity of thought.
Space is a void empty of creation; planets, time, light, gravity, energy, speed of light, black holes.
The images begin to form.
Energy streaming out from the core becoming a planet racing out in an expanding universe pushing gravity ahead like an invisible veil into a curvature of space and time.
Creation, light, mind, consciousness, the majesty of God
Finally, the question frames into being.
How large a body to be useful for faster than light time travel: an asteroid, a moon, a planet, a black hole?
Each appears in a vision of energy and numbers against a blanket of stars, constantly moving—out.
To go where? To what? From what? The why of scientific inquiry?
No answers come and the reverse begins. The images fade. The symbols appear and are remembered and die.
In the end, I return to blank awareness, a sustained level of alertness.
As I pull to the curb and let the commuters off my city bus.
End
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The Pink Floyd of it all....I really liked this. On one level, if you will, it epitomized contrast (which I like a lot) but more than that it showed quite simply that for one to meditate does not require some deep, religiously induced state of mind; just a willingness and a trust to know that He desires to speak to all of us. I can't get over the way you stretched the readers imagination to the outer edges of creation, the fringes of the universe and then "SNAP"...we're getting off a bus! That was great!
