Vulkania: << I feel alive, but somehow also very weak, so
terribly weak. Infinitely small and fragile ... >>
Photonia: << Vulkania you're a baby. Your ancoring in
and time is just starting. You have no evolution, no memories of
past, but you are. You jumped over all stages of infinity. The
inside you, it forms itself and carries your self. It occupies the
space time around you, the past and the future. At the end
everything will be a part of you. And no time has to pass to reach
the end. So you are in
the beginning and at the end in the same moment and you know,
exceeds all frontiers. There is no beginning and there is no end.
V: << But I wonder ...is it true that I am an independent
entity? Or do I radiate only because I reflect you?>>
Ph: << I am a nature of existence and my thoughts for you,
give you a life, but they dissolve from me. All of these thoughts
an own consciousness. You connect them to you own. Whether you
live, it is your decision. And you're not alone, think about
Annabius and Chickenia. The plane, it wants you ... and me. And
love you, we do not want to lose you, please, please love
please stay with us. >>
Then it's a good thing.
Wasn't there just a thought? A thougth not coming from Photonia,
Vulkania, Chickenia or Annabius? Or from the other beings of the
Or from Darky? No ... it comes from an unknown source, it must have
come from the outside! The outside of the existence.
You are not alone
Now all of them felt it.
Something or someone tried to be perceived, but it, she, he
Annabus and Chickenia: << Who are you, please, let us see
Ph: << We feel you, your presence, but we can not
you. Are you a spirit? No, then we must have seen you. Why
come to us? If you can not show your self? We already communicate
I give answers
<< Answers? >>
You are the beings of existence. I am not, I am just like a
which flows around you. You think that all your answers are coming
yourself, raised by your own questions.
But there are answers for which the questions still did not exist.
there are answers for which never a question will come up.
Ph: << You sounds like the core of a Characteristikum.
V: "You will give us answers? And we shall look for the
I am the answer.
Ph: << Yes, if this is so. It is difficult to decide whether
exist. But if not, we should not perceive you, but we do. You are
something like an unsharp relation, which may appear around
certain singularities. Sometimes you are, then you are not. Never
possible to catch you. Like the fluctuations in our dreams.
Then you have answers sometimes and otherwise not.
V: << Our thoughts, are they influenced from the
outside? Then I will ask you, what we are? >>
You are the answer.
V: "Then we are the source of all the existence around us?
relevance have questions for us, that we can not formulate?"
Ph: "Perhaps there are questions that can survive us. But what
happens with us, if we cease to exist, if we are dead?"
V: "An impossible imagination, because we are the eternal life.
Ph: "That must not be true. Think about photons, they have no
time and no space, they can exist everywhere and in all times, but
they are absorbed by matter they end.
And... I have a question. What happended with my former self?"
Ph: "We remember it, so it is not disappeared. From Darky I know
as long as we do it your former self, Vulkania, it is not
annihilated. But that means ..."
Ch: "The exploding power sets of infinities, your pre-form could
hidden herself there, is it possible for the death to follow her?"
He can not.
Ph: << This was an answer. Are the question and the answer
part of the existence? They have been thoughts of us! >>
Chickenia: << Well, answer, now you will get your question.
Is she or is she not? >>
What a kind of double question. I will ignore it. She thinks,
therefore she is.
... Oops ...
Vulkania: "She thinks! Can you understand her thoughts and ... can
you share it with us"?
Chickenia: "You claim to be the answer. WHAT IS SHE THINKING!?"
She's afraid and she feels alone. She runs away from herself and
she only finds ever new, even more emptiness.
Vulkania: "Can we help her?"
You can not help her.
Photonia: "Then I ask the question in a different way: HOW CAN WE
HELP HER? "
You have to leave the plane. About the Supra cosmos you have
all the dimensions of the plane, to all which are and also to
which will be.
Photonia: "Then we could find her in the exploding infinities of
her self. We must go there!"
This is not a question.
Vulkania: "This is our answer! We need no question for this. But
how can this answer be a part of the existence, if we leave it?"