and the eye gave birth to the sun
...the sun looked around and was lost. it was alone in a vast darkness, the lonely abyss that is felt deep in the intestines, possibly cuddling under a fold in the appendix. the fear started pouring itself into the space. it pushed and pulled its weight against the force of gravity, filling up the fabric and dampening the dimness of the sun’s first cry...
...on the other side of the fabric was the eye. it was ready to see, ready to join hands with the sun. the deep blackness of space was the fabric and fear was the color. the eye raced and tumbled desperately, looking for light, looking for hope, looking for a connection to its source. the faintest glimmer was devoured by the fear, a black hole desperate to become one with the universe, its pride and insecurity all-consuming...
then the eye caught hold of the most insignificant burst of light, so dim that even a blink would blind you to it. the eye began to tear, and the I began to see. the motivational instinct fated, the black hole’s infinite pull unable to budge the movement. the eye zoomed and broke through the fabric effortlessly.
...and the eye and sun were one again...and it was good...

















