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PRELUDE  

 A single pulse. No drop hits the ether. Yet a circle ripples once, a curve grooves it in twine, and a moan like a whistle and a song escapes as the orb widens and splits apart. Knowing they were One, two petals – one, light, the other, darker – awake.

I am, I realize as feelings stir within. Opening my eyes, I discover Ao and watch her change. Bliss mingles with pain as I slip out and float away.

« Oa? » she whispers.

I nod.

We drift apart and gaze at each other. I touch her as she wheels around me, crystalline laughter rippling from her mouth. I scowl and boom an imperious song. Playfully, she giggles back at me. I implore her; gilded tears roll down my cheeks. Looking back, she waits for me to catch her. Seemingly impassive, I soar away and, as a dolphin capers around a whale, she rushes back cooing at my side. Dancing around me, she creates a pattern of shapes and measures.

We travel across our boundless silent home.

Another pulse.

On the beat, we swing round and six-winged angels reveal themselves, singing in a single voice. They point towards a speck of color and disappear in glorious Holocaust. The song smoothly dies away infusing us with shapes and thoughts. We look at each other and, smiling, we gaze at the fleck of color lost in distances upon distances.

We set upon our journey. Thousands of ages we travel.

Closer, but still remote, the speck of color resembles an unclear mass of shining curves. Fiery straight lines radiate from its heart, endlessly branching out and intersecting, thinning and curling as they draw near its translucent surface.

« Worlds within worlds, » I say. « Stars within galaxies. »

« The glowing nucleus -- » she begins.

« -- is this creature’s code, » I complete.

« And the coiling tendrils -- »

« -- are its skeleton. »

Unknowing fear, attracted by the mysterious creature, Ao dives towards it. I follow.

As we glide down, darkness fills space in which the gigantic and elaborate tracery shines.

A pulse, this time so strong shock waves rush through us.

The monstrosity bewitches her.

« It grows louder and louder. It calls us, » she acknowledges.

« Though stock-still, this thing beats with life. If it wants something from us, why not simply ask? »

« Perhaps it is nothing more than a pounding heart. »

I remain silent.

« Come! It looks harmless enough. Let us take a closer look. »

She dives into the darkness, circling down towards a white and blue spiral.

Or perhaps it does not want us to know its desires. Perhaps it hungers and simply wants to eat us. Sighing, I follow her.

We hover above what seems to be its skin – a thickless shell, intangible and invisible, that isolates it from our home. Peering through, we behold a maze of tiny entwined braids completely covering the spiral world. Focusing our countless senses of perception upon it, we identify its nature. Its twirling aspect represents an evolution through space-time continuum, each instant merging with the next, blending into an infinitely long and sinuous blue trail.

No sooner do we land on the Cosmic Skin than the look of things changes. Plucked out of its span through time, a single world appears. Below our feet, a motionless glade sprawls in the midst of a burning forest, butterflies and birds are stuck in mid-air, walls and slivers of lava hang in the bloody sky.

Marveling, Ao kneels and stares at a hummingbird, its outstretched wings perfectly still. Stroking the Cosmic Skin as if it were the hide of some mild leviathan, she gasps, spellbound, and then laughs out her joy and wonder when she discovers her caresses animate the tiny bird. Stroking the Skin, the hummingbird becomes a multitude of birds, each one fluttering minuscule wings, partially eclipsing its neighbors. Fluttering a thousand wings, the bird, now a feathered snake, curls around a gnarled tree. The landscape seems similarly affected – the beasts, the plants, the clouds, all things begin to lose their fine contours, spreading out infinitely. Brought to life, the whole planet spins and evolves from what was to what will be.

Kneeling next to Ao, her eyes flood me with love. She touches my head and slips her fingers in my hair. We could merge anew, become One. Beside her, I lean forward and caress the Skin. To my amazement, all things within flow backwards, from now to then. In unison, we stroke the transparent membrane and, when our hands touch, we sing out our felicity, as the future and the past crash into each other, flatten and disappear, everything arrested into an instant.

Space flickers in a toneless throb and as we look at it, we notice that everything in the glade stands still.

The volcanoes are now ice-capped mountains; the meadow seems less savage, with fewer animals that appear smaller and refined. A shadow steps forward from behind the old, gnarled tree.

« Look! » I whisper.

Wings slowly beating, an angel observes us, graceful and awesome. His eyes focused on us, he strides between the still beasts. Still watching us, he stops right beneath us. Kneeling on the Cosmic Skin, we contemplate him from above. He exudes an aura of mystery and love. Rising on his toes, the angel spreads his great wings, flaps them, and climbs into the air. When he reaches our height, he peers at us through the Cosmic Skin. His hair frames his face as a sun; his eyes shine like twin blue stars. Ao is subdued. Eyes fixed upon her, the angel extends a hand towards her and says:

« Come! »

« Ao! » I cry out when I see her fall, splashing through the Skin as though it were a pool of water. Without her for the first time, I watch her regress back to a tiny petal. Spiraling down, Ao lands onto his left open palm that closes itself around her.

My lively half! My joy! My love!

Driven by crazed rage, I howl and slam my fists against his transparent protection. I try to dive into that world. In vain. When I push the Cosmic Skin forward, the scenery within distorts itself as if it were merely a flimsy image. Meanwhile, beyond the unseen veil, the angel lands near the old tree. Looking back, he smiles at me. Panic-stricken, I will myself to slip back and, a petal once more, I let myself fall through the Skin, helplessly landing onto his right open palm. The angel brings his hands together and clasps them. Overwhelmed by delight, relief and love, we lose all awareness of the angel, the clouds, the beasts and the trees, Ao and I merge into One.

The angel softly sings in tune with the pervading flux.

Shivering like a starved, thickless leaf, we listen.

« I am Gabriel, » he says. « Do not fear me; be patient, for even if your journey is rough and lonely, in the end, you will return to Him. »

Having said this, he unclasps his hands and, with a greater force than that which binds us, he spreads his arms apart and tears us in two.

« Do not resist. Let yourselves flow. »

Arms extended, he casts us into the world of flesh.