In an earlier universe, reality was a colouring in book. Haphazard and messy. Vibrant colours went over the lines. Happier inventions. Myriad emerging knots. We splodged ourselves and blended into the environment and went exploring. Montane ecosystem calling. Can you hear me? This is my voice. It might be hard to understand. Lentic ecosystem here,

In an earlier universe, reality was a colouring in book. Haphazard and messy. Vibrant colours went over the lines. Happier inventions. Myriad emerging knots. We splodged ourselves and blended into the environment and went exploring. Montane ecosystem calling. Can you hear me? This is my voice. It might be hard to understand. Lentic ecosystem here, receiving you loud and clear Montane.

We’re talking about inter-dimensional proto-physics. Perhaps I am an emergent phenomena, resting awareness of what is rather than separate from my surroundings. The stained glass casts an ethereal glow that matches unbound contemplation. We are grace. We are one. Forcing now to create history and bring some sort of future into being. What mistakes we will make!