Colour; gold or silver or invisible white, I guess the truth is the colour was not seen.
But for arguments sake, and by the way there is no one here with which to argue, so there we have it, the colour was invisible bright white.
The weight was between weightlessness and an immoveable load, the burden though was fleet of foot and moving, moving to all parts of the physical being, seen through some ‘in body’ out of body experience.
So to give some basis for further thought, if that’s ok, we’ll give it the weight of the pulsating sheep’s heart, pulsating in free gravitational space.
Mass, I guess, and force or distance travelled, combine to give some measure of energy or interpersonal, magnetic, dynamic pull.
Well it was here, there, took no time at all in flight, yet it consumed all around, and filled every void, it was the size of a cloud bursting, a cloud filling the soul.
In this case to add to the algorithm, or the proposition; call it if you will, we will give it the dimension of an almost round-cornered trapezoid in elemental, five dimensional space.
In these modern times communication engulfs nation over nation, yet this creation held the communication platform by its own choice, for its own time, without duplex or duplicity, no modem held it bound.
For it is power of thought transmission we will, I’m sure you will agree, then give it a level of an infinite skill.
There we have it then, we’ve got some components to consider, all that’s left is the combination.
But unfortunately, as fast as we can create and combine, we must be aware that there is a strong destructive force not far away.
The next bit though is for you boys and girls to take on and complete.
All I’ll do for now is give, give, me being a generous sort, I will give you one of many possible endings:
Pulsating at the pace of the dying heart, pulsating and fading like a decaying amplitude modulation, slowly arising, slowly declining, slowly disappearing, slowly reappearing, peering in decaying exponential form.
In that one moment; here, and gone.
