A Day in the Life of Blue
Blue woke up. The day he woke to was extraordinary, though he didn’t know it yet. The cosmos was going to hand itself to him in the form of a new friend. Silver was riding the southbound train and would be arriving at the station shortly. Blue stretched and went for a walk.
Now Blue normally had a jolly pep in his step, and today was no exception. Fairly skipping, Blue passed by the train station.
Silver slid off the train just as Blue happened to be dancing by. Never had Silver been so drawn to share the vibration of a stranger. Falling into step, Silver caught the rhythm and was beside Blue in an instant.
Now this had never happened to Blue in all the time he’d spent skipping. He was preparing to ponder a response, when Silver piped up for him.
“What seems to be the trouble my friend?” Silver asked.
Blue managed to convey a decent amount of his surprise and confusion on his wispy face.
“What?” he stammered.
“Oh nothing, that’s how I approach everybody” said Silver coolly. “See? Don’t you have the perspective that nothings wrong? Everybody likes that one. Enjoy the sunshine friend.”
And with that he sped up slightly and skipped around a corner. Blue was left to thinking.
When Blue arrived home Purple was up. She was already spinning and he figured there was no reason to bother her, so he walked out back, sat in the sun, and started spinning himself.
When Blue was spinning, the world seemed to make sense; rather, the universe seemed to fit right in its place. His mind would weave through its own complex machinery, beating drums and ringing chimes that composed the world in his head. And today he did what he loves most; contemplating the beginning.
Every time Blue tried to go back to the beginning, all he could see was white. He had sat spinning for days at a time and could feel the warmth, and see the light, but not understand. The music in his head would sing him songs of his need to know, and his passion grew. It grew until it burned. It grew to the point where it might explode and everyday he would sit spinning and spinning and waiting for the answer. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
But anyone who has walked this path knows that waiting is never the final stage.
“Stop spinning so long, or you’ll wear yourself out.” Purple would urge him to pull back. “Infinity is for us to laugh at not to understand.”
She would do everything she could to save him from the brink. But the brink is where we live.
Today Blue fell. He fell so hard he didn’t know what hit him. And when he looked up, there was no sky, no ground, no nothingness, yet he was possessed by a curious lack of everything. It was at this point Blue stopped considering himself to be “falling”, as one needed to be headed towards something for this to be the case. Instead Blue was floating, and it felt great.
And then he felt it. That familiar feeling of atmosphere, embracing him as a child in the womb.
Blue woke up. The day he woke to was extraordinary, though he didn’t know it yet.
A fractal story