She knew he had potential. She knew it would get
heavy. She wished that for him. He’d deliberate, repent, try to move immoveable
essence.
He could see gravity—apples falling, science disguised
as religion. It makes for wonder. When does one vanish? Is it possible the
impossible, as it might flourish?
He experienced her powers, not her flesh, and walking
into dimensions, he wouldn’t see her.
Much vexing light: Why be kind? Why disguise kindness?
Is it kind to expose one to elements? Is it not kind? We could go on.
An initial urge has become a voyage. Deep tissue
massage …
Two will have a time redefining reality. Is Reality
solid?
