Monday, April 4, 2011

The Abyss: Quintessence (Part 2)

my eyes opened to a sight i remember from my childhood, a scene i knew i had seen only once before this day. the circular room in which i awoke was the "starting point" of my journey to the Great Divide. here in this room are numerous book cases, housing what seems to be infinite books, each appearing to be just like all the rest: bound in aged leather much like the color of grassless soil. my bare feet move toward one of these book cases, as i walk i see that the floor is devoid of dust, decay & traffic. the substance under me is marble, beautiful marble in all directions. the pattern is that of tessalations, organic tessalations rather than the geometric ones of mc esher. they spiral out from what i assume is the absolute center of the room. something wants me to stand here and speculate on the floor, something wants me to stop asking questions. i can't say if this paradoxal or not, however, i dare not spend too much time on the idea or the room itself, i must continue on.

i turn toward the only exit out of this room, i see the candle lit hallway that will take me to that abyss, that wonderous and endless place from my youth. in seeming silence my bare souls make their escape into the hallway. the textures and views here are much more soothing. this floor is carpeted and soft, it feels like walking on skin that isn't attached to bone, gentle epidermis spans the floor from wall to wall. i know this isn't normal or whatever you wish to call it, however, it is much more relaxing than the carpet in the living world. my movement continues forward as i glance from side to side at the walls. i reach my hand out to touch them and i get a shock of amazement: the walls are papered in tongues; thousands of warm, pink, damp tongues. as i cast my hands over them they reflex and make waves, waves all the way down the hallway in both directions. the ripple of speech, before the end. this must make the floor the crawl of skin as the last breath exits the body. this was much more terrifying as a child of only ten years, now i find myself spellbound, aroused even by this collection of last minute lifeform. in expectation i look up to explore but fnd nothing: form, light, colors. a void.

i stand before a set of double doors at the end of the living hallway, they are also alive and they alone stand in my way of this path to the place i seek. these doors are a collage made entirely of several cirulatory systems. a mass of various sized crimson blood filled tubes, arranged into mind boggling designs, run completely through the doors. veins have been braided into the moldings and door handles. capalaries create a wood-grain effect. this should be vulgar and nauseating but it is more beautiful than anything i have every seen crafted by mortal beings. these doors are a masterpiece. i focus on my arms, lifting them slowly, gently even, and place my open hands upon the grand design of these living door handles and grasp them as one would grasp a delicate flower. i feel the blood still pumping within them, warm vibriant blood, swaying through them and into the rest of the doors. i push with all my might and open them to face what i faced so many years before: the Great Divide.

there, beyond the living tissues of those no long dead, i stand at the edge of an abyss the likes which can not be explained, it is something that has to be seen in order to fully understand. i know that you can't step past the ledge of this place unless you are meant to, i made that mistake as a child, trying to adventure into unknown territory without thinking twice. the last time i was spit out of this place, back to my still waiting body, i was ejected without explanation. so now i have returned to observe the Great Divide, this endless nothingness at the end of the living hallway, outside of the marble room. it is peaceful here: no sirens, no birds chirping, no unwanted audio anywhere. vast emptiness stares back at me and now i make my move: i will try my luck with speech, i choose to speak into the complete blackness. "is anyone or anything there? am i in the company of another?"

there grew a symphony of noise, a tremendous rumble of ear splitting sound that was everywhere. i looked from side to side, up and down, i found nothing and no one to make this happen. i felt uneasy for the first time at the foot of nothingnesss, shock & awe overtook me in that instant. again it came, the rumble and then from that came a million screams mixed with, what could only be described as, a million sighs. a unification of voice or voices, as it were, bellowed out of the blackness. every tone, pitch, language combined to form a small pinprick of light in the distance. it shot toward me like a bullet, closing in on me in a split second and stopping, from what i could tell, 100 feet from me hovering above the Great Divide. it began to pulse with color, a light crystal blue, and pulsed more and glowed ever so slightly. my mind was at full alert now, i had gained the attention of...something. then shock took over again, as it spoke.

"Il messaggero non e importante"

i was left speechless, my voice was missing in action, i was unable to respond at that instant.

"Il messaggero non e importante"

i didn't understand. i knew it was latin but i had no idea what it meant.

"you're right on time, it was known that you would come back for answers. speack now, you have little time, do not hasitate."

this is what i had waited to experience, so i tried again to speak but to no avail.

"your voice is of the living. this place is devoid of life, use your soul."

my mind concentrated on speaking from within, from what i could only assume was my soul. i spoke with my entire body, or the projection of it i can assume. "i know i can not approach you or i will be ejected from here so i wish to ask this: what are you?" there came a million laughs from the ball of blue pulsing light and then it spoke again to me.

"a collection of quintessence left behind in the Great Divide as those who were have gone to their respective points of being. complete nothingness. a paradox. all and none. you are done here, you will return again but only when your time is finished."

this moment was what i had longed for and with that i felt the ejection. the charismatics' timer had reached zero and i was brought back from the abyss, the Great Divide was lost again.

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