God’s Dream

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She is dreaming.  She can feel the emptiness of vast space.  The brilliance of heat and the   sparkle of the hot balls of fire that turn and thrust in fury.  The spray of particles that stream through the void in her mind.  Everywhere it is full and yet so empty.  Everywhere it is active all at once, yet it is so steady.  She can sense it all. The expanse is alive to her.

There is no other to share this feeling.  It is so lonely.  All the brilliance and activity, and not a hint of recognition, of sensing another.  She can discern her own wonder at why she dreams, why she is so inert and yet so full of sensation.  She longs for someone else to share this wonderful dream with. 

It has been a long time waiting, but then, some hope. In the aura of one hot ball’s brilliance, in a small speck of whirling dust, she notices a stirring.  There seems to be something else that has begun to sense.   She can only just about gauge its existence. It evolves in her dream, under her watchful inert sensibility.  The specks of consciousness evolve rapidly, very much limited by the sphere they were born unto. They cannot sense the vastness of her dream, but they have evolved in some ways that she had never known.  She watches, and learns.

She learns that waves can be heard, that hearing can be tamed, that sounds can be made and sounds can communicate. Suddenly, she is aware of the rush of sounds all around the vastness.  It cannot be still and silent as it was. 

And she learns of how they create language, with sounds and symbols. Such a wondrous thing never existed in her dream.

How they searched for purpose, how they measured the passage of events. She had never thought of the past and the future. Her dream was just as it was, and now these specks made her remember what came and wonder about what would come.

She learns about naming things. How naming anything makes it so much more special and unique. She had always seen the space around her as indistinguishable.  Now she begins to name a direction, a region, a special hue, a special ball of fire. She understands immediately the feeling of loss when that special something was no more, was not replaceable.

And the idea of love.  She had always been alone. There was never any other. She had longed for another but had never known what it was to feel the actual presence of another. She loves these specks of consciousness,  and wants them to love her.

They were looking. As they learnt about the vastness of her dream, they had evolved to ask about the dreamer. They could tell that there was a beginning to the dream and they had some ideas of how it may end. But they too felt lonely together, on a small speck next to a fireball in the vastness of some dream. She herself cannot recall what it was like out of her dream, so too for her, the dream was all she was aware of.

They keep looking for her. And she would like to communicate, but she doesn’t know how.  She cannot stop the dream, as it would all be lost, along with them, her new beloveds.  So she dreams and they grow and they search for her. And thus, they are locked together, for eternity.