I was sitting
in a cemetery of an abandoned church with two friends
The sun had set
and the moon was muted, low in the sky or crescent or diffused in cloud.
My thoughts
drifted off into exile and stumbled over an idea which suddenly awoke me
I felt detached
from reality
I was tripping,
through the infinite perceptions that hover around us
It was
dreamlike yet hyperreal
It was my
Eureka, Flux Capacitor, moment
I saw then what
I’ve never been able to unsee since.
Had I been
learned in Math I could have described the idea best in terms of a 4th spatial
dimension that allows magnitudes of inverse proportion appear equal.
Had I been
articulate and versed in modern psychology I would have witnessed the idea as a
derangement or transcendence of the senses, like synesthesia. I’d have dwelt on
how the senses we experience are a totally subjective interpretation of the
environment. And the imagination is limited to regurgitating permutations and exaggerations
on the familiar subjectivity.
A Buddhist would
see that death = birth.
A simple
Christian would conclude the co-existence of good and evil.
I guess the idea
was commonplace throughout humankind,
All cultures
had a version of it, mangled into compatibility with their cultural memes.
I had taken an
image of the idea from the trance, a memento, like bringing Freddie Kruger’s
hat back from a nightmare into your bed,
The image was a
poor shadow of experiencing the idea
but I used it
as a point of focus
trying to
interpret the idea I had experienced
I stayed there,
interrogating the universal self
The image I had
was a cone of neon light, the wide end of the cone went out toward an infinite
circumference and the narrow end toward zero.
I was doing
time in the universal mind
I’m the freedom
man
that’s how
lucky I am
