Something to think about…
Imagine a magical book: a great round tome commissioned by the King and Queen of the Creator Gods in which is recorded all that ever was, is and will be in all the worlds on all the planes of their creation. Each of it’s pages contains a dimension, it’s chapters comprise the dimension of time and are shared by all it’s pages. These chapters are not linear, but grow in concentric circles in the manner of the trees: stretching the pages ever thinner, ever outward and facilitating the continuation of stories that began at their centers. Each new chapter brings about a degree of disruption and distortion of the chapters before it as it stretches out the page. As the chapters wear on and the pages continue to thin and to stretch near to their limit, the stories therein begin to bleed through onto the pages above and below them, and soon the integrity of the pages themselves is compromised by the weight of those pages, and they begin to crumble. Pages have crumbled before – and worlds with them – but those worlds and the stories therein were not lost: they were reblended in the primordial soup of consciousness in-situ and remade from the peices of the old.
Imagine, too, that it is at first with curiosity that those responsible for overseeing this process (and even those who are merely spectators) may have noted how, once reblended and reformed into a more solid state, there could be read upon the new pages ’snippets’ of the old stories, the old worlds. These snippets would form the basis for the new stories. Before long there are those for whom these snippets become more than a curiosity: they become an opportunity. For if one could control, next time, which parts of the old stories make it into the new ones, then a great feast of control and power could be had…
Like I said, just something to think about…
- SoulSong
