Filaments
~ like a Giant pinched by the crease of the Rift ~
“A Red Dust blew into Town, and then a gentle rain washed it away. Trees grew ten feet, that year. All of the children woke from journeys in strange places. Cats’ fur changed colors. We wept, knowing something slow and vast had been moving through us, and we would not see its consequence in our lifetimes.” — Graffiti on a brick pub in Mars, Pennsylvania
“I couldn’t remember it, yet. I’ve grown to expect that. Regret is such a powerful emotion, it echoes backwards! Time shivers with a two-step shimmy, giving a glance back at you as you second-guess your next line. I’ll leave myself this little escape hatch, in the back of an old book, to dodge that regret on the hem of your coat. I’ll know why I shouldn’t have met you.” — Receipts of a Time Traveler
“Folding is a kind of second being. A sphere can only be itself. A page, a blanket, is also touching itself. Consciousness is such a manifold. Introspection is a fold on the brain. And as Nikola mentioned, reality is not made of particles nor waves — it is resonance. The scale of an object determines its resonant frequencies. Yet, more critical: an object’s shape inscribes its resonant geometries. There are such shapes, manifolds, which hold information in sequence as you tune among their modes. Play that song, and the image unfolds. I have found such a shape which, when observed, triggers a neurological resonance of euphoric epilepsy. It is a name.” — note outside the Cadence, Inc. research park server, after it was destroyed in a sudden fire
