There are shafts of sun that flow with static down through peeks of blue in bubbling grey and, although they’re concentrated somewhere around the centre of the lake, i want to swim go to them. Although you might think it foolish, and the water awfully cold for that warm glow to compensate, i wouldve and do now disagree. There is something about existing under that glow with water below you. You belong in both poles of life, water and energy, in their most potent form. So, i dove in. I paddled along there about until I hear goose yell out from the bay. George! George! I didnt listen to it as much as i heard it. Not only did the shine attract me, as gold or diamond reflected off of a piece of gold. But, those white dittledots. My father called them dittledots. Those flecks in crowded light, dust in clumps, a baby moth, occasionally cotton. The dittledots showed themselves to me as crumbs of sugar. The whole scene became something of meal then to me, as i was swimming to it. A yellow party hat with only fluorescent grey plits of plastic. A salted pinneaspple or a sweetened quince. Well, i was just about possessed when i passed through. I went in and was surrounded by everything as i bobbed up and around at everything underneath the yellow. I felt a ..thud, thud… And, the back of my backs skin began to sizzle and sing, and beat like my heart but i couldnt hear my heart. I turned myself back up to the direction of the light, and i saw a giant with a magnifying glass, and so i blew to ashes.

I found myself somewhere out in the desert, and what i had found was that i was not able to speak as well as i could before. So i wandered around the desert, although for me the dunes were like staircases for me, and water was easy to come by because i can store years of it in a single cactus, so i went and i went until i discovered a man, and he agreed that he would make me a person. This is when i should explain myself to you people, i was born (if you dont consider spiritual rebirth as a logical conclusion) an ant. My mother and father are both ants, although you would not believe the class difference of my mother and my father, i dont know how he did it! I became a man when i was about 22 years on the human spectrum. For ants that would have to be compared to the movements of the sun because our body clocks are inheritnley different and i still move back to those old moments. About 7 movements of the sun, in our age. The man was named george, and he shook my hand about as best as he could an ant a man. And we had a brief conversion about the weather, and something happened to his brother but i cant really remember. He allowed me to return to my lake as an ant, but he also gave me the opportunity become a human, He told me i needed to figure out how to, the ant i was, to murder the little boy in the gardern of the household our nation resides. Of course, i didnt understand much of what he was talking about. Back then, to me, Anything outside of county was a mystery. The idea that some kind of solar system, in which humans like me and you rotate around us geocentrically and occasionally drop jeers of hardtack nutrients for a year or manys. I agreed to george without particularly understanding what murder, cosmos, or the archetype of the ant!

George brought me back to the little horde of dirt and elements and dug through worm villas with included roomates. I understood then somehow without the words to say it that i was capable or travelling the cosmos alone, explore to another planet as large as god and destroy a league of the highest class of celestial being with their gigantuios weapons and unimagable weath, and the hive could be such gods if we straggled with our lives to squewer the unbelievable beasts? I looked up to the sun again and i felt a little like a dittledot in an existence as small as it could possibly be. I felt lighter than the sludgey grippy air around me. I could beginn to climb up and climb through the dittledots and bounced off of their sides like a fly being clumped up by a sudden slowflall. But, i prevailed, and scaled the shifting sun land. Eventually it was effortless and i just flow out through the pit of the hive with the current of the sun and stepped out of the portal to the tip the my micro volcano home. I stepped down and along the adventurers causeway and entrenched myself deep in the solo green forest. The lawn was, luckily, cut just recently before, and so the forest was safe in its uniformity and took large bites off of the trees and decided they werent for me, and that on my journey i might have to eat the worm villagers to fufill my destiny of murdering the boy with the magnifying class