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I wonder sometimes, when I say things, If I'm just saying things to say things, or if the words actually mean...anything.
The other day I was so struck down by the realization that I had walked through a door that I went to my room and wrote a fourteen page story about a wyzard who noticed a doorway, the most climactic event isn't when the wyzard opens the doorway, or even when he walked through it. The Climax is when he shuts the doorway behind him and realizes that the same door is in the next room. The wyzard never seems to notice either room, he only noticed the door, and the doorway. He spoke outloud to himself quite often, which he explained at one point was simply so that the reader would know his thoughts. The wyzard recounts the story of the Door and more importantly it seemed to him, but not the author(myself) the doorway. In fact I grew so bored with his memories and rambling philosophy that I began to draw pictures, at first they were symbols of a magical language, either one I made up or perhaps remembered from long ago or even, perhaps, they were written invisibly on the paper I was writing on and my psychic memory was translating them into existance. If the latter is correct I suspect that my Psychic powers need some mastery as I could not read the symbols. Soon I began to draw alchemic charts and circles across the notebook and began placing the "letters" in their correct places, much the way I am doing now, with this reflective recollection of events I am making up while waiting for the first phase of the final image you see pictured above, to render. Soon the symbols began to take on a life of their own, they did not swirl about or fractalize, but rather began to ripple like water across the surface of a tide pool. They sprang to life swimming with small schools of diverse creatures... well some of them swam, while others crawled about, some of them even flew about, but not like a bird through the sky, rather it was more like a bird flying through the dirt underground... Anyway there were some very strange things that occoured after these things but they were a bit unbelievable and really have no relevance to this image whatsoever...

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I wonder sometimes, when I say things, If I'm just saying things to say things, or if the words actually mean...anything.
The other day I was so struck down by the realization that I had walked through a door that I went to my room and wrote a fourteen page story about a wyzard who noticed a doorway, the most climactic event isn't when the wyzard opens the doorway, or even when he walked through it. The Climax is when he shuts the doorway behind him and realizes that the same door is in the next room. The wyzard never seems to notice either room, he only noticed the door, and the doorway. He spoke outloud to himself quite often, which he explained at one point was simply so that the reader would know his thoughts. The wyzard recounts the story of the Door and more importantly it seemed to him, but not the author(myself) the doorway. In fact I grew so bored with his memories and rambling philosophy that I began to draw pictures, at first they were symbols of a magical language, either one I made up or perhaps remembered from long ago or even, perhaps, they were written invisibly on the paper I was writing on and my psychic memory was translating them into existance. If the latter is correct I suspect that my Psychic powers need some mastery as I could not read the symbols. Soon I began to draw alchemic charts and circles across the notebook and began placing the "letters" in their correct places, much the way I am doing now, with this reflective recollection of events I am making up while waiting for the first phase of the final image you see pictured above, to render. Soon the symbols began to take on a life of their own, they did not swirl about or fractalize, but rather began to ripple like water across the surface of a tide pool. They sprang to life swimming with small schools of diverse creatures... well some of them swam, while others crawled about, some of them even flew about, but not like a bird through the sky, rather it was more like a bird flying through the dirt underground... Anyway there were some very strange things that occoured after these things but they were a bit unbelievable and really have no relevance to this image whatsoever...