Of Water, Wombs, and Woods

March 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

Ever wonder what’s it like to float in the formless wetness of the pre-beginning? To dream formless intuitions and sensations in that slumber before the first waking? To have form but be formless, to exist before actually existing, to be before you are?

In other words, I’ve found a new hobby.

(Hint: It involves a pool.)

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