It went all right until the difference died.
In the arena I found and held the source line strands; the cords of them
threaded through me. Their colors and energy took the channels of my substance
using them, using me, and a great and wild joy struck up within me as I
became part of this power, this singing too as their chords accreted to
me, and this dance of vital surging inexorable movement changing and coursing
through and around the planet and me.
I saw the lines roping, branching and forking like lightning into instantaneous
fractal webs and multidimensional structures and I stepped forward reaching
out with my hands to grasp and enter them. I could not resist; they were
all that I could behold. More than beholding was that seeing; it was merging;
I was drawn in and I leapt into their swift coursing fibers. I knew nothing
else and did not wish to.
Moving through and with them became not enough; it did not need to be enough!
They required more and I demanded more and so I gathered them for I was
key and node and hub and gateway, my tissues and the more of me which was
my consciousness. All of us were concentrated on the 1 realization the
1 form in motion and form of motion.
I lifted
up my hands above my head stretching, reaching, and through and from my
fisted hands were the mighty coils of the source lines knotting, whipping
and coiling they fired 1 another, condensed and augmented 1 another exponentially
and exploded outward from my hands shearing through the arena, cascading
through the blackness mighty, magnificent arcs of magnetized energy and
polarized light.
Laughter echoed in the rock, split it and reverberated within the planet
and rippled over the atmosphere. Such was my power then channeling and
constraining the complexes of source lines I laughed at the singing within
me, the ineluctable matchless prevalence knowing, sensing, seeing all that
there was.
