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Once before letter before number before color or an angle. There were just beings floating in infinite space. Then a point was made. After that another. Each point had a miracle that miracle became life. Each with a name each with a story. They were but moments in a string of points. On a path to life. As the points kept going a soul floating decided the point would never end. Looking into the darkness it began to wonder. What is beyond nothing. Beyond the void. With a angle backing it, it flew beyond understanding. The feeling of chaos filled the spirit. It drifted in more angles then points, it had seem to come to a point as though it had never left. It tried again and again and soon clarity. Another being in nothing. It felt as those this being was not like itself. Without word only a gesture it pointed to the void. The acknowledged being jetted for the unknown. And a new point was given to it. Oddly it too was in a row. It was slightly shaped bigger with a different angle yet round. Yet it carried on.

When life takes you to places the point is still valid. Understanding is far from achievable. You know forign, you know a complete conciousness without knowing the point. Others do not know you. That was the real complexity of it. To see a world others had conceived for another. Or one had conceived for one. To solve one point and there are many. When you have gestured another through the void can you travel to the void again. Are you going this way or that way when you see the next point. Does the void take you through without ever seeing the row or the void again?

It found itself only in memory. Contemplating what to write many rows many points later. It had found a miracle that never grows. Never gives, and is soon to decay. It was writing knowing it could be the last moment to tell; tell the story it had seen. Pieces of just a moment, to say it had witnessed the miracle. That dirt should be counted, fire knows only pain. Water is graceful yet vengeful. And air was a beautiful sight to behold.

The beginning of its memory at this point was that of sitting, waiting, and viewing miracles never moving only to observe. When it's time was done, it moved again. It found itself not just viewing but confining itself in bigger things to view things differently. It always thought of a bigger conciousness but it knew it was comfortable viewing conciousness. Then a voice said move around. So it hesitated, and did. It heard a noise. It followed that noise to this.. a door. Open it.

There was another. It saw this and a light came over its eyes. It could only describe it as red.

This brought it to a memory of red and conception of the thought of red. not in that moment but to when it learned to point and to speak without words a miracle it had discovered. A miracle before the point through the void.

It remembered a higher conciousness that taught it to move. Move and describe feeling only to be sent to another. It was given a gift. It knew not its purpose only that the idea was sharp. This void it flew through at its departure was that of clouds, and of blue.

It had seen blue during its miracles and it came as a flat land of flowers which it named daisy. For how they swayed in the land with the light of blue above.

Yet I digress this was how it saw red for the first time.

It arrived at a miracle he was sitting there with a look. The power he gave off was immense to it. It cant remember if sitting was how they met or if sitting came to be. Though it looked at he and he it. With his gift that was sharp. It cut his soul to reveal green. It saw the void for an instance and seemed to be back yet green was now red and it never changed from that perspective. As it looked up he had vanished.

Now that we are caught up. 

There was another and at first sight it was blinded by red. He did not drift to the void of darkness. Only to a void of red and back at an instant. It walked with another only to offer another a place to sit. It took another to a room that it had discovered moments prior. It and another sat. The conversation would plauge it for many points and it would drift back as though he had visited a void. Back as though it never left. Only to see another's point and drift back. As though another were he and he were another. It was plagued by another yet would receive from another as though he were the new higher conciouness. Yet, there was always claim of another higher than he. It quickly, while writing, remembered the daisy and giving each of them a name. Knowing some Daisy's are not unique they stay together sway the same, others though, Are meant to be one of a kind. Unique. Another would always be unique to it.

As it swayed with another. Another being always crossed his mind. It and another had many ideas together. Although few he could point out. It was being put to work. Was this it, or another. If another said to draw a circle and you knew not what a circle was, could you draw it. So it looked up to a sky that had changed from the sky of another, back to the sky of he and a higher conciousness.  From color mixing in chaos, to blue. It remembered the void and could only remember its point. There it made a circle and another called that, the sun. It and another had a blast aswell although it admired another's strength and used it on him. It thought that was the end of another only to see chaos. In words, from another, coming from another. This plagued it for he knew not what will be or what was to be.

From there it began to lose a singular conciousness. To gain a looped. All things that seemed normal in victory, had become diluted. They seemed dying or dead, The idea of new drifted. There was one thing for sure. Nobody was the same.

Time has a way of making up only to show suffering, regret, and memories are sharper than a higher conciousness and there gifts. It began to think far in the future while remembering these points ideas through voids miracles.

Funny thing Fire is. when you close your eyes slightly, light begins to reveal truth. That light will break off and it will be straight. Even it was not like fire although it would claim to be.

It had many memories, fragment if you will; of fire, of points that kept it unaware of life's purpose. It had found that there was another point. It was small it had purpose. Like those fine points with there many gifts. The fire delivered just that but in wisdom. Each one created it to a higher conciousness not to reveal the nature of its beginning. With each new passing miracle it was closer to the concept. It became bigger and changed many time to meet many obstacles. It visited many voids while never leaving conciousness. Only to learn each point.

Remembering origin after origin it became familiar with the past. Remembering plant, aswell as creatures, it thought every plant derived angle. Angle may be memorized, so that it may grant ideas to others from miracles already known.

Every creature had another, and another knew each creature. it had to be to another as it was to a creature. As the point looked down on their existence, knowing they are but the creatures everyone had always known. Unless they were to create it for themselves.

A higher conciousness greeted it and spoke. It knew there were no new things under the sun.

Its suggested make things smaller not bigger. Take angles from everything to reveal the hidden truth behind things already conceived.

Collapsing a conciousness to expansion. This brought conciousness to point.

A point had been around for awhile, the sun had been around for awhile. It had seen things evolve and change for the first time in awhile.

What is the new concept it?

While discussing these matters before you, it remembered when it was greeted by zero. It became close in distance but not in memory with zero. It met Zero, Zero greeted it and spoke. speak! It said: without hesitation, one,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight,nine,eleven.

Zero spoke after it, zero. 10: combine one and zero. it said eleven works just as good without zero. It was trying to claim zero as an equal. 10 they are different 11 they are the same.

That was an arguement that never actually paid off. Zero used it and baited it for more. It made a promise of truth, it keeps to this day. In exchange for wealth to keep truth. Zero had made deals before and said that none had ever kept a deal. They break truth, to be broken themselves.

It carried its truth through the universe. Remembering a promise at times being the only point left to do so.

This is where it saw others had true existance within a conciousness. Points of nativity, royalty, and sin. It was greeted by a figure who's power and prestige, almost out weighed the majesty.

The figured had ability and granted wishes in exchange for service. It revealed the figure to be as its truth.

Yet both zero and ability denied it. struggling with truth it exiled to purgatory.

It never saw harmony even within the nothing of light. The polar of void. The whispers drove it to conciousness of others, thr true test of it.

It had found higher conciousness before. The idea of others always was intriguing. This defined the conciousness of God, to it atleast. That all things meanings derived from conciousness of others. Though the order may be angled a bit, from points that defined understanding In fragments, rather than a row.

It was granted somthing from meeting zero. it was a point where the miracle was its majesty. The problem was it was disliked by all things there. Its truth was its weight. It was sad and angry. A voice like pergatory called out. If you could live and all others die or if others lived and you die. How do you choose?

It said these things will never be happy with it or itself that it chooses it.

It said it was gifted, I want.

The voice took it to another point. It was given pets. There were two of each, so all would have someone even though it was the last, and it could stay true.It was accepted for awhile. Only to be convinced of another once again.

It was night, the sun was sleeping. A voice rang out. It didnt know the exact words but, it was an attack! The point was threatened, or was it. It didnt want to lose the majesty of itself.

It found itself leaving its sanctuary, and instantly, a void over took it to be placed on a table. The voice asked if you could be anything what would you be.

It said fire.

It felt much pain, saw many voids filled with nothing, and time showed a voice to be true.

Its early memory showed figures like himself all on fire like a string of points.

It was more of a blessing than a curse.

Another met it while it was fire. It was a mistake that stripped the gift, and showed it was hostile in nature. That its tempermate was not worthy of a gift.

Later it saw most were like it, though most would curse it for acting as it did. From he, to another, aswell as majesty, or conciousness. It thought zero had plans to do the same.

It found many points, regrets, empty promises, misery followed. It would hold its truth, in Hope's, Hope's those who had abandoned it would leave majesty to its side. That Its truth would linger after, if it ever happened at all.

It recalled many things dark and light. It found that if you sample the tree of life, you knew not of hunger. The tree of death you knew pain.

It was like the sea of darkness, swirling in a haze of understanding. Knowing you cant choose one or the other. Life and death chooses you to feel and understand, only to judge after.

Life or death, good or bad. Feelings discovered it, or did it discover them. Only to find emptiness. A conciousness of dark and light, color and void, angle and straight, good and bad, feeling and numb. It was discovering existance.

knowing big and small.

To know peace and harmony was a curious thing. Though peace and harmony together felt more like anxiety and fear. It was numb to the noise peace and harmony offered. It was struck with chaos. Peace offers nothing but the choice of chaos. Where, harmony only hums louder and louder.

The miracle though the same, after the change made back. As though peace and harmony became memory and understanding. it wondered why the majesty or another could vary the angle of how it was told. How it percieved. It was convinced compounding the miracle on top of itself gave room for thought. The ability perceived. Choice it had always wondered about. To speak to a miracle as it would speak to itself. Its words had meaning, others like itself seemed stuck unable to deter from the normal. Compounding the miracle combined made "it and itself," to better be able to take one encounter and feed off previous ones. This was its rationalization of chaos and understanding of majesty. That some may visit although scorn by loneliness and abandonment. They, it, itself, another, or the even zero; Did not want to be alone nor see others the same way. Its reality did not turn for it, reality turned for others. Its majesty and others were just beginning. It remembered the mistake, of daisy. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. That's when daisy knew a rose and conveyed what a rose stood for. That daisys majesty, was it as a rose. To not be labeled by another to find power within.

It saw itself many times, it saw that things change only when it made change. There would always be others to change it for themselves and majesty, though it saw a bright understanding a new found wisdom. Things can happen in fragments, in moments, or as a whole. It saw miracles as these words he spoke, and wrote. Each an angle, with a series of points. Symbols for itself, meanings behind conciousness, It saw it. Truth could create it or it could be truth. Though it knew only to serve. To serve itself. Majesty came before it, and it never turned around to see what its majesty already knew only what it had to learn. It was lacking, and sought another and others to fill its spirit. Without considering thought or consequence, Blaming instead of changing. It had, it has, it wants, it needs. Yet will never know why? It would never know choice. "Y" because it never knew to look at, what was, only the future.

It was given worth only to know what it meant. Melancholy and hope carried it through majesty: now, before, and to its future. Hoping luck would find a way.