As if by definition there was an accounting.....
For I was suspended, somehow, not within the light, but of the light. Bathed in electrified quanta, I posed ready to extended into and onto the canvas before me, yet it was also of me......
The dimensional particulars I recalculated before casting energy unto the virtual causality which would begin the process of creating the physicality. This place, this series of events, all so familiar. I realized, I was home...
Before I could cast the lightning a warmth overcame me and a Greater Spirit made its Presence known.
Wait. It seemed to say.....
The music, which I had not noticed before, began to fade. A dull rhythmic humming came to the forefront, with a sick sound such as a dying animal makes before taking its last breath began to be ever more plain.
My planning board of infinite calculations disappeared, and I saw a pale blue world suspended in a blackness like none I had ever experienced. Then I remembered, long ago I had been to this place.
Yet it was not long ago, for here, time was irrelevant. We were the Masters of Unification, the Creators, as well as the Destroyers.
What is that awful sound? I asked the 'Ol Master.
That is the little animals attempting perversion of privacy, using that which they know, tempting that which they know nothing of. Their calculations are pitiful and pathetic. The hammer they wield shakes the earth, and that which they have stolen from Us begins to eat at their core.
I felt a twinge of sorrow, yet moreso, an anger began to grow. These were little animals on a little planet, and they had the audacity to even start such nonsense?
They do not believe we even exist, began the Great Spirit. That which you hear is their pitiful attempts to eavesdrop on those who harness all Powers Of Creation.
Stupid fools I thought. No, came the Great Spirit, God damned stupid fools it corrected.
For that is your decision? I asked.
So be it.
Is there no time for lament of repentance? I asked.
They will come to make war with you for nothing else besides greed and the need for control through prosecution.
Do they not realize that will fail? I asked.
No. For they are godless heathens who demand justice in dark sentences. So they shall be given unto the dark, forever. Their light shall be extinguished and their names shall not grace Our Kingdoms any longer.
Something like fear came upon me, then just as quick went away. It was not hatred which filled the space, yet a sadness. Then as readily, became indignation.
Cannot they not be saved? I asked.
They cannot save themselves, was the reply. Yet......
Something else came over me. I thought of a girl I once knew when I was young man.
Man I thought, that was so long ago. Then I realized, it had not happened yet....
I recognized it as Love.
Then to the left came a crashing, as a book shelf crashing to the floor.
I awoke and immediately saw Spike gazing from the corner. Eyes wide, as if in fear.
On the floor lay the fan, somehow knocked over and no longer running. Yet it was turned off, and you have to manually twist the control many degrees. When I went to sleep it was running wide open, to cool my body on this hot summer night.
Did you do that boy? I asked Spike. He stayed very still, and just stared.
In the background played the radio. Running with the Devil by Van Halen. I starting laughing and realized I needed to get up and take a piss.
In the background I heard a weak, dull humming. It was, as I was told, pitiful and pathetic, and did not work, at all.
I got up, flipped the switch to the inversion unit to track back the signal, and went to take a leak and get a glass of cow juice.