The World
Once in a while, the world gets
trapped by its own existence and creates something that it
doesn't know what it is. An ecosystem forms from the matter which
this generates. The matter becomes sentient, silent,
two-dimensional. Then it branches out, dipping its fingers into
the other nine dimensions -the tiny ones which curl in on themselves.
The kind which exist only in the expansive post-conscious time
of undreamt reality. In these crevices the animals flourish, and we read about their lives.
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