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measured_wordsChallenge piece for August writing - ten minute free-write. This is a concept I've been trying to work out in my head and try to figure out how to express, and I think this was a good exercise. I finished the last entence ust after the time went off. I could have certainly expanded on he last bit but I wanted to keep in the confines of the time limit! And notw you can all see that I'm a slow typist ;) I did go back and fix errors after the time was up, also.
There is a sense of distance here that I can’t properly convey. I can’t express something I have no words for, where we have no shared vocabulary. There is no description that can suffice, yet I will do my best to employ what metaphor I can so that you might share this sense of awe and terror.
I speak of distance, but not of space. Space is something we can both understands. Close, I can touch something close. Far: beyond reach, beyond view. Beyond the stars. While what I’m trying to describe may be these things, it is not a matter of *space*.
Some scientists hold the view hat other dimensions must exist, and must touch ours in ways we either cannot detect or cannot fathom. Perhaps that is the case here. Certainly the familiar bounds of the world, they physical world of near far, of linearity, of time, all of these things, is distorted by some foreign invasion. Some foreign intrusion.
The mind cannot process such a thing. It lacks the ability to perceive through our common senses, and yet the wrongness of it all reflects in all of them. There is a smell – everything and nothing. The mind registers it as foul, but it is not the smell of death, of decay, or any recognizable offensiveness. And yet it is horrid. The eyes cannot *see* into the other… I say place though you know it is not a matter of spatial relations. But they register its influence. A flickering at the edge of your vision, a skewing of the angles around you. Again – wrongness. The air feels wrong. The body reacts to this – hairs standing up, goosebumps and shivering although it is not, in any physical sense, cold at all. We just can’t accept this
Can you imagine, then, the oppressiveness of this? Of stumbling across, and here I do mean it as we know it, a place where such a force, such a physics, touches our world? Can you not believe that these places must remain remote, far from the hand of civilization, which orders the world into our image of it?
No, it remains immune, outside. Its alienness prevails against us.
There is a sense of distance here that I can’t properly convey. I can’t express something I have no words for, where we have no shared vocabulary. There is no description that can suffice, yet I will do my best to employ what metaphor I can so that you might share this sense of awe and terror.
I speak of distance, but not of space. Space is something we can both understands. Close, I can touch something close. Far: beyond reach, beyond view. Beyond the stars. While what I’m trying to describe may be these things, it is not a matter of *space*.
Some scientists hold the view hat other dimensions must exist, and must touch ours in ways we either cannot detect or cannot fathom. Perhaps that is the case here. Certainly the familiar bounds of the world, they physical world of near far, of linearity, of time, all of these things, is distorted by some foreign invasion. Some foreign intrusion.
The mind cannot process such a thing. It lacks the ability to perceive through our common senses, and yet the wrongness of it all reflects in all of them. There is a smell – everything and nothing. The mind registers it as foul, but it is not the smell of death, of decay, or any recognizable offensiveness. And yet it is horrid. The eyes cannot *see* into the other… I say place though you know it is not a matter of spatial relations. But they register its influence. A flickering at the edge of your vision, a skewing of the angles around you. Again – wrongness. The air feels wrong. The body reacts to this – hairs standing up, goosebumps and shivering although it is not, in any physical sense, cold at all. We just can’t accept this
Can you imagine, then, the oppressiveness of this? Of stumbling across, and here I do mean it as we know it, a place where such a force, such a physics, touches our world? Can you not believe that these places must remain remote, far from the hand of civilization, which orders the world into our image of it?
No, it remains immune, outside. Its alienness prevails against us.
