2024-06-16 - [2.4] Nebulous

With so many bursts of consciousness at the edges of their reach, the soft, gone-but-not sleep of Warm-Mother is no longer as jarring as it was in the brief moment between Singularity and Language. Now it’s a journey, not a loss, with Understanding as a guide.

The pseudo-shape inside the egg stretches with Warm-Mother’s every pretend wingbeat, straining, wondering, testing. It cannot reach Understanding. The pure sensation feeling in the dream eludes it, who has never felt a breeze or had enough muscle to know what a stretch really is. The return to floating, weightless feels like a return to Nothing when every day brings it a little more sensation input.

‘Why. Why go backwards? What does Nothing have you cannot have? Why is it superior? Why want Nothing yet still be tethered to feeling?’

The pop-crack-thought goes unanswered.

It settles and throws away the dream as useless without experience. Unnecessary Input when the hardware is nonfunctional.