The Origin of all Possible Worlds
Terry Baker
printed on Giclée Epson Semi-Gloss
One night I had a lucid dream. Before me lay a fiery desert and above me an indigo sky riven with pale lightnings and a thunder which, though soundless, shook the air with great ferocity.
Without warning the sky was torn asunder and a cavernous space opened up. From within this blackness a spinning orb of light appeared, throwing shards of fire into the startled night.
One such shard seemed to balloon out until, like an overstretched pink bladder, it fractured and disgorged a multitude of nascent worlds into the raging landscape. Is this what I saw in my dreamy delirium?
The origin of all possible worlds?
The world we call reality is so limiting, so constrained. There is so much more to see beyond, once we let slip the ties that bind us.
