The Long Walk

  

There's a man sitting in a dark room talking.

  

  

There is nothing. Nothing, as in absence of something, anything.

  

  

No scale, no measure, no perception. Existence is absent.

  

  

The Long Walk

  

  

      There I was, then, floating in the Void, and I wrote a word within myself, a word I can no longer remember, on the wall of eternity.

  

  

   I am dreaming, sitting on the edge of a forest overlooking a mist and a land. My eyes are both closed and open,
I see, I stretch out a hand, I reach back into the void, bursting with Power, creating myself out of Nothing.

  

  

   And this is how the universe was born.

  

  

  

  

  

  

   Perception is Reality

  

The Long Walk

  

  

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