noticing the path of action from one state of being to the next, one can begin to pick out causes and effects, slowly building a map of movement across the being-state form-space, and hypothesizing about what other states could be reached. unfortunately, the realization comes quickly that the causes are outside of your control. your current position was not a result of plotted course followed with intention, but instead the brownian motion of a particle in water given meaning and purpose only in retrospect by a mind which cannot abide its own lack of control. with this assessment comes an intense awareness of the depths of horror which await you in the valleys, caves, unmappable corners of the form-space, and a false belief that awareness of this state of affairs gives you some power over it. suddenly, you find yourself walking on psychic eggshells, drawing sigils, doing little mental rituals to keep the horrors away, but they arrive anyways with needles, tunnels, screaming, and tearing of flesh in the lonely depths, an onslaught of the indecipherable, sometimes static, sometimes rushing uncontrollably into you and through you. down you will descend, bringing sanity from the peaks as one who heroically attempts to bring fire from the mountain to the bottom of the sea, and is not punished by the gods for this hubris, but by the very world itself.
