First World Saga

There is an entire epic saga encoded into this image, provided to me by an long forgotten ancient force that arrived in a place a great distance to their own ... lights shining in the darkness. A highly evolved race who entered a new dimension, becoming trapped ... devolving themselves within this entombing dimension ... in order to survive .... in order to gain evolution once more to escape and return to their place in time. An entire race's memory is recorded in this image somehow. For these are the very words given to me by the kindly mind that aided me in the crafting of this primitive image. In much the same way similar minds helped to craft the artwork in our ancient world. Their collective seeds are scattered throughout our galaxy ... memories surviving a mighty calamity which rocked this side of the great void sometime before we arrived like them ... a fully evolved mind curious of this dimension... we like them have been forced to forget our lights and our heritage....

Everything is a reflection. A distortion of the vision. They made this clear to me. Our senses read the distortion field in opposite and as a flip side to what is beyond our sensory field. Effectively we stand on our heads in the cosmic field and try to see it as it really is. We are in constant confusion. They were just the same until they realised. It is so simple ... child's play this computer construct. Yet we as humans make it so damn complicated. We question and are logical in all we do ... yet the universe just is. It never questions. It merely exists and accepts. It never condemns or seeks an answer. Because it knows. Because it knows it need not question. It is part of it all ... and knows its part. They knew their part and thus returned back up the evolutionary ladder. We are lost thus we flounder. We have forgotten thus we plummet and fall ... and kept falling. We cannot fall any more - MJ 30/12/11