Me and her traversed the line, talking all the while.
I looked down to see the world that I was used to, the world of tv and neighbourhoods - it was starting to blur. Our steps were careful, and with each movement the entire path wavered, all the way down to the bottom. Looking up I saw nothing but the sun; at this point in the path it was impossible to see any shadows.
“So what do you think?”
“Well, I mean it’s ambitious, but what is it to even propose that these days?”
We approached a breatch in the path so, after collecting my thoughts I made a jump across the gap and turned to watch her do the same.
“Well, I don’t think it’s even so much a matter of proposing, I feel it will come about regardless of what I write, although perhaps faster now that I have. Either way if the ethical framework itself rests upon the established shifting net of preintentional action consequences, then once the variances harmonize, we should start to see this type of awareness manifesting, at least in the metaphysical vacuum we talked about earlier”
She paused for a second as my words sunk in before blinding my eyes from the light dawning on her face.
“Ok, this does sound quite interesting, but then where would we go from there?”
We came up upon another gap, the path was near vertical by now, I was basically jumping off and as high up as I could get in an attempt to grab the whispy edge stationed above. Again I collected my whits as best I could and flew off the edge equally as hard. I just barely made it to the thread and I grabbed hold with all my might; it cut deep into my palm but it was hard to localize the pain. She jumped off as well and grabbed onto me, I clutched on harder as I felt the blood running down my arm. I told her to try and crawl up me to resume in front.
“Well, it’s hard to say” I strained, “With the creation of the metaphysium, and all that that entails, it’s hard not to get caught in a language trap before the paradigm shift is first initiated, because of the sheer number of people who would contaminate it due to their level 1 cycles.”
She was having a hard time trying to crawl up me to the line. When I didn’t hear her respond to my statement I looked down to see her with a look of confusion and panic. I bobbed my head back and forth a couple times as I contemplated the situation, finally I made a decision.
“Ah, fuck it”
I let go and clinging to her we started our freefall into the saturday night lights. I smiled slightly and she did as well before our eyes closed and we simply appreciated the release. Similar to the couple of seconds you have after you fall underwater to simply enjoy the negation of the senses, we finally hit the warm covers, enveloped in darkness and finally exhaled.
