somewhere, there are shapes being forged by angels in the night.
somewhere, there
are shapes being forged by angels in the night.
shapes that once lit up the dark, brought unknown things to
light. but shapes
require constant change, so that their light may shine, and as
the angels were
unable to dream up new designs, the old familiar shapes one by
one began to
fade, with all but one lone circle left, heavenly displayed.
the angels crafted new
beings inside this final sphere, to trace the paths and routes
they'd take for new
shapes to appear. but these insiders did not perform as angels
had predicted,
although endowed with free will to travel unrestricted. they
dutifully walked the
lines that were set out before them, never altering their
course or seeking to
explore them. their experiment had failed, it seemed, but not
yet too dismayed,
the angels hatched a plan for a new species to be made. born
outside the
sphere this time, a handful were designed and placed inside to
shake things
up as kings leading the blind. taking insiders by hand, their
wonderment
prevailed. the outsiders burst through the lines and new paths
were unveiled.
kaleidoscopic patterns formed, uncharted and unmapped, showered
the
angels with new light as darkness came unwrapped. the
angel's venture a
success, and needing no more of this chore, they fled to newly
lit-up lands
and cosmos to explore. but what of this lone sphere, now left
alone in space?
and outsiders still longing to inspire shapes at pace? the
insiders began to
tire of conjuring new scenes, and settled back into the comfort
of their old
routines. but the sphere grew ever dimmer, a straight and
insulated world.
the insiders had forgotten how new patterns were unfurled. as
time went by,
the outsiders found they were cast aside and thought of as
insane beings by
those on the inside. they roam now, scattered and alone, but
still intoxicated
with the urge to transform static structures, just as they were
fated. if this
should sound like you, my friend, know that you are not alone.
go forth and
find other explorers of the vast unknown; and hurl yourselves
as one into this
aqueous atmosphere as new shapes and fractals spiral out. new
patterns will