Seth Messenger : A hunch of you

(Automatic translation)
A hunch of you
(By Seth Messenger)

My words are gold.

Each of them is worth every fortune imaginable, is unique and synonymous with change.

I don't know why, but why always ask why? It does not matter. What is, however, that every word changes things. Omnipotent, they can do anything and weave reality according to my inspiration. Inexhaustible, they tend to touch eternity, to blend into it. What a pity that I am not omniscient, then I could claim the status of God. Megalomania? Maybe not. After all, all I have to do is write an hermetic reality to others, a universe where only the laws dictated by my verbs will exist, than the beings imagined by my fertile mind. I already feel the green plant from another world. It is radiant, perhaps lacking a little light. You see her, don't you? Of course, it's written.

And that was it, wasn't it? All I had to do was talk to you for you to exist. But, in the end, my thoughts preceded my words. I had already imagined that you would read this letter. Already, I knew you'd be trapped in my world. The one I imagine right now, this black place where, out of nothingness, floats a beautiful plant. You contemplate it, you have never seen plant so pure, so beautiful. You don't have the words to describe it. Normal, let's not reverse the roles. Here, it's mine that take precedence. And you're at my mercy. What am I going to do with you? A World War II hero, an astronaut lost in the interstellar void? Well, why not a rock? Imagine a little, how peaceful your existence is, little rock. You don't have a nervous system, so you don't feel pain. We can break you, disintegrate, you won't suffer. Are you afraid of dying? Are you unhappy that you cannot act on your own, that you are subject to the will of a quidam? No, because you can't. Your consciousness as a pebble is non-existent. As your existence is peaceful, almost perfect if not that it makes no sense. Because what are you doing, little rock? It's nothing. To no one, for you are alone in the world, alone with a plant of ineffable beauty. A plant as incongruous as you. What if I left you like this, until the end of time - forever? No, what's the point?

No, no, I'd rather make you evolve, give you sensations. Don't you feel the emptiness around you now, little rock? I gave you life, a conscience. Do you like it? Oh, excuse me... You can't answer me. You are just an inanimate rock, you have no mouth or vocal cords. So what are you waiting for, grown up, becomes the egg of yourself. There, you bleached eye, you hurt because your sensory system is not adapted to the shape you take now. Nerves are tearing, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. It's painful, unbearable. That's it, it's over. You're ready to hatch, my egg, my child. You're in good shape and give a little snarling blows to get out of your shell, would you be mad at me? That's it. You have hatched, welcome in my world, you do not have time to see the beautiful plant that already lungs implod, your body dies in excruciating suffering. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. There is no air here. But don't worry, I'm not going to let your mind die.

Aren't you that good? Your tiny piaf brain floats in a survival jar, itself tossed around in the darkness of my world. Hagards, your bird eyes have no other elements to perceive than my plant, my pretty plant. Your friend, right? I created it for you, after all. It's normal that you like it, it's written.

Ah, what a joy it is to think, right? Of course, your dreams aren't very advanced yet. You only have a sparrow brain, after all. Would you like to have more, would you like infinite knowledge, relating to the very essence of things? Yes, don't let that hold, my chick. Do you smell? The growths? That crackling inside your head, from the outside to the inside. I'm making you a custom cortex. It is slightly more inflated than the average human, a bonus for being wise. How comfortable you are, what a feeling of ease in perceiving and understanding things, isn't it? But this is only the first effect, the second, I leave you the leisure to discover it for yourself.

The content of this page was last u p d a t ed on Saturday January 7, 2023.
It was then 16:53:20 (Paris time, France, planet Earth - Known Universe).
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