Although the journey itself had taken years to reach this point, the moment of the arrival came suddenly. Nothing was new here, it had all been encountered before, yet somehow everything had changed. It was the arrangement, almost completely perfect, like a radiant jeweled object assembled for our delight and wonder, each and every interwoven piece almost exactly where it should be. The realization, and the intensity of this encounter, caused our hero to approach the edge of existence itself. This was the time! Now was the moment to take a stand.
What was this realization that faced him? Was it simply recognition? Could it be that the search was over? Or was this simply the beginning of a long and difficult journey which had been his unknowing goal the whole time? Had he blasted through the finish line only to find that was actually another beginning? In the light of the true answers he hid his eyes and closed his ears to the shrieking velocity of the fractal vortex. Surrender to the void, relax, float downstream…..
From the edge of oblivion he had returned. How was this possible? The details were warped and twisted, moments had encompassed lifetimes. From the jeweled core of space and time had emerged a tapestry endlessly weaving itself, a multiplicity of threads exploring every possibility as they formed and reformed impossibly before him. Where had he gone? And why was he forgetting again when it had all seemed so clear. The dream of the broken master continued full of future.