Watching the dust dance his sight seemed unusually keen, for he imagined that he could actually focus on each mote…tens of thousands of them were held in his mind as they formed and reformed into exquisite patterns, ghostly images that poised in air only to dissolve and be reborn again.
"What do you see?" But Melchior couldn't answer. "Good. One should be dumbfounded to see reality for the first time -- worlds coming and going like dust in a beam of sunlight."
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I took off my pants and my shoes which still held currency from a cold and suspicious land and I jumped in - it took so long to land and in the air I saw all the faces! - I jumped with my mouth so open, taking it all in, and the air was cold and the water was so cold but I jumped all the way in, all at once, and my heart froze. Man, I thought that was the end, right there. It stopped for a minute I swear, but then the sound and the pictures came back on and for two more interminable and glorious months I lived! We lived!
- Shelby
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