A story of Transformation

It came on with sudden furiousness. His heart danced salsa in his chest. Was there pain in his eyes as his pupils dilated beyond use? And then a wash. A flow of cool breeze and calm over came him. The edges of reality eroded away from the outside of his vision in. Geometric shapes merged and formed latices with infinite vertices of interconnectivity. Each branch of a lattice was talking to him, singing, vibrating with beauty. Beauty that he had never seen. Tears broke free from his black holed eyes. His heart was full of joy and peace, every inch of skin talked to him like it was being caressed, his hair sticking out like antenna catching conversations with the air around him. His vision was no longer before him like a projection, it was all around him. There no longer existed the empty space behind his head, peripheral vision was no longer.

Like a light bulb that just got a dose of high voltage one of the lattices grew bright and consumed his attention, swallowed him whole. He became nothing. He was floating in a white sea, water was touching his legs and she came walking towards him from the ether of his dreams. She was beautiful and naked. Her skin was translucent and covered with images and interacting shapes like a divine language having a conversation with it's self. She spoke words with out sound. Heard them in the bowels of his mind like an echo "I love you. Give me peace. Here is our garden of life". And her skin became more translucent until it's transparency gave way to a mesh of vines twisting around like knotted up ivy. She was no longer a woman but a tree growing into the ground. Branches moved forth and and traced feelings about him.

Grabbing one branch with his own hand he saw not fingers and palm but branches of his own. He was a tree. He was rooting, drinking water from the earth, basking in sunlight from the sky, a pillar between heaven and earth. Seasons came and went, birds danced in his head, bees drank from his flowers, spiders made webs in his trunk and snakes coiled under his shade.

And then his own branches became people, people he knew, people he didn't. He was the father of his own world and watched lives he did not know live and die inside of himself.