So it came
On the second day of the second week of the ninth month at the 23rd hour:
The strategies of the other beings involved in the progress and reproduction of the system that has been evolving since the birth of man became immediately obvious and seemed elemental to him logically. His vision increased, he was able to extrapolate the darkness of what comes after from observing what comes before. As clearly as the world around him, he saw the ideas and lived in the environment of the not yet occurred world. Beneath that world he saw the light and dark weaving in between each of the individual strands of activity. The light and dark energy separated. He felt a small bright light as tiny as the head of a pin pierce his sensation. The light spread, warming him and calming every violent motion. It soothed him. But it did not cover every location. There was a pocket, hidden, where the darkness still thrived. It boiled quietly and came to fill the area. Tentacles of searing blackness tore away at anything that remained. Equally balanced, the light shrank but remained. The dynamic exchange restored the levels and the balance returned. The contrasts faced then spread, cross hatching his consciousness and creating the web that was his identity. The crosses spread, reweaving the intricate fabric of his personality and internal reflexes. He opened his eyes and took another drag.
The strategies of the other beings involved in the progress and reproduction of the system that has been evolving since the birth of man became immediately obvious and seemed elemental to him logically. His vision increased, he was able to extrapolate the darkness of what comes after from observing what comes before. As clearly as the world around him, he saw the ideas and lived in the environment of the not yet occurred world. Beneath that world he saw the light and dark weaving in between each of the individual strands of activity. The light and dark energy separated. He felt a small bright light as tiny as the head of a pin pierce his sensation. The light spread, warming him and calming every violent motion. It soothed him. But it did not cover every location. There was a pocket, hidden, where the darkness still thrived. It boiled quietly and came to fill the area. Tentacles of searing blackness tore away at anything that remained. Equally balanced, the light shrank but remained. The dynamic exchange restored the levels and the balance returned. The contrasts faced then spread, cross hatching his consciousness and creating the web that was his identity. The crosses spread, reweaving the intricate fabric of his personality and internal reflexes. He opened his eyes and took another drag.