-The Eris Show-

-Rated 5 degrees below Celsius, this is The Eris Show!-

The crowd cheered in an elated uproar; the brisk dominance stabbed into his mind.

-in this great pit of despair, we see ourselves floating. floating, like a mass which seems tangible enough.-

-yet BEHOLD!-

-this mask of personality is nothing more than a hoax! a brilliant episode in the drama that we have created for ourselves.-

"But is my personality not what makes my individual self a prominent parcel of humanity?"

[the crowd laughs]

-humanity?-

-no my friend, you're thinking with the wrong part of your brain-

-try to move it upward...yes...-

-now...FORWARD-

-more...-


-MORE!-


*CRACK*

[the crowd applauds]



-now... sit within the body that is not yours and tell me what ails your troubled psyche-


He looked outward, seeing nothing beyond his vision.


"How strange...this is not the realm from which i was sanctioned."

Peeeeeeling outward more, he felt a great pressure release itself from around him, his senses diving into complex displays of textures mapped atop one another so rapidly that perception became more of a challenge than any he had encountered in his remote and solitary life.

-information enters in silence-

"So what you're saying, essentially, is that along with infinite space, which extends beyond perpetual bigness, there is also infinite smallness which we cannot perceive..."

-no no no, you've got it all wrong! you see; the infinite size of the perpetually increasing universe is both majorly large and small all at the same time. all size is relative, and based on the perceiver. in this instance, you could assume that the universe itself is nothing more than a microscopic particle in a realm which exceeds this realm in size so greatly that it is literally too large to be perceived from this vantage point. thusly, the macroscosm and the microcosm are one, linked through the brilliant exchange of quarks and gluons emanating from the zero point energy field. all that is is nothing more than a perceptual endeavor of this particle field. were we to zoom in farther past the microcosm, we would eventually be looking down at ourselves looking down into the micro, only after passing through the macro and all that lies within it.-


"So, is this like...what the fuck is this? What do you do on this thing? And like...why? What the...why and...what? Huh? Does this make more sense when sense less it makes? No no no no no! Don't tell me to turn into pieces of my species! Let me be the deft elitist in the stands eating bree cheeses!"

-CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT does this that is and be to for why am not have been on over less more than was when?-

"What?"

-when the purple man sees you he attempts to bleed you in an attempt to seize you and make you less see-through. but can you be new? beseech you. Say, beneath you, what do you do which makes the inner you true?-

"I have my life! I have my beliefs, my prescriptions and addictions, my friends and my family! They are what makes me whole! They make me believe in a brighter tomorrow filled with fantastical visions of times never spent. Without them, without all of it! what am i? Is this experience nothing or is it, in fact, all that ever will be?"

-the very light prescriptive pathways, which shine and blaze through the thick haze of space that permeates the glaze of night lie brighter days which faze away the greater enigma, which has been used to shade away the ways a force can interpret sunlight.-

"so what then? are the experiences of my essence nothing more than filtration? is there nothing more to this experience?"

-the beast within must defend the truth it senses due to mostly evolutionary baggage interpreted through transformation. what you believe to be true is but a fallacy, the lines you draw are childish based on a construed reality.-

"Construed? How can you say this is true? It's all I've known, my entire life is but a lie?"

-you are not so, but the things you tend to think are there are actually perceptual particles of motionless air which you have taken through your vast array of senses and collapsed into a moment which has been justifiably invented. you see, it's easier for you to interpret the realm if everything is not totally fucked up and floating around. but we were forced to bring you through this portal to discover that your essence is actually immortal. fear nothing.-


[Marx^65's vision begins to distort, the visual representations of his experience dripping into a pit do deep to comprehend it would send him into utter madness. The forces of time and space drag him downward, past the infinite whatnot he had been present within back toward the material universe.

He flies past vast oceans of space, picking up glimpses of galaxies, galactic clusters, and meta-star systems. He feels a familiarity as he passes into the galactic center of the milky way galaxy]

"There's a teleportation device in here somewhere..."






Marx^65 blinked, his vision realigning with normality, "heh, 'normality.' now i can hear the narrator." He stood up slowly and looked around his apartment. Everything seemed normal enough. There is his computer, books, his dirty clothes from his previous night at work. A new email message flashed across his desktop monitor. Without thought he sat down and clicked the bouncing text.

-Dearest Marx,

You have been placed here in this realm, once again, to create a stable plan for our eventual reclamation. What we wish to bring to reality is the truth; the truth that all things perceived as truth are nothing more than holographic projections of "order," which, indeed, does not truly exist. The world in which you 'live,' which seems so beautifully structured, was formulated and exists within a boundless sea of manifested chaos! Disorder is the true pathway to enlightened living. All the tools which you will need shall be given to you as long as you follow the law of 5's. Do not fear, as fear is nothing more than an imaginary falsehood created on the basis that you, in fact, do not control all things.

With love,

Eris-

"Huh..." Marx smiled in contemplative confusion, his face stretching much further than he had remembered it being capable of stretching. He stood from his computer and stepped into the hallway, discovering that sounds and lights were traveling from the kitchen. A smell leeched its way into his nostrils, which flared and caused drooling, palpitations and increased walking speed.

-You never realized that food could be so satisfying until you were fed by a Goddess.-