Imagine riding the sunlight into the eyes of a stranger. He wandered as it seemed for days. Like a stray dog in his own home. Gazing towards his ideas and thoughts on the table. Small, ghostlike units of energy pulling him in. Pushing him away. Numbers and words. He dropped the anker down into the waves surrounding him. Randomly it seemed to be dropping down to the infinite. Every now and then it crashes into the parts that look like waves. They are like jets on the ground and motorcycles in the sky. Children float as their guides have fallen through the grass. 'It's the end days my son'. Prepare for a new beginning. Prepare to be born again. This is nothing like the world we live in. The more you run away the more you give in. The duality of his being was clear to him now. He finally understood and stopped. Nailed to the ground he floated towards the table. He flew down to the chair and stared at the pen. The pen started writing on it's own. With the beginning of a word the previous one dissapeared. Until the that last dot. Complete understanding. He remembered how it is to be born. He smiled as his fingers dissapeared. No need to look for them. His eyes were gone. No one had seen his legs. Every footstep he made become shorter and longer as he grew more sure of the length. Every one around him had become deaf. He had become every one. Failed attempts at a unified world. They called it a mystery. They called it a mistake. He called it freedom.