There is a place populated only by the ideas of the people who look inside. I saw it once and it was marvellous, the most wonderful place man has ever seen. I couldn’t call it a room as I saw no walls but if there were walls they would have been as marvelous at the place itself, with the floor as level as the ceiling and the ceiling as level as a straight-line draw on white paper. Its beautiful simplicity was as catastrophic as a supernova viewed through the end of a glass bottle. I saw a hundred ideas happening each one more worthy of praise than the last. I saw a man whose head could fly but his body was stationary, an event of impossibility if ever I saw one.
Then I saw a man with a very loud voice who was fearful that his voice could shake the headless mans body so much that he would fall over. So he sat quietly on his own in the corner of a cylindrical corridor, which was joined to the place by a small triangular door made of glass, which stood to the left of where I was looking.
Whilst I was watching the head zipping around the room man with the biggest ears I’ve ever seen appeared in the corner of my eye. Even in my noticing him I should think he heard me looking at him as he turned his head and looked in my direction as if to ask me politely to keep the noises I made to a minimum. I imagined that he could hear me breathe so I held my breath for twenty hours so as not to disturb him, and then thought he may even be able to hear me think so I imagined myself not thinking for a while but in doing so I thought of all the things I was doing and decided it was an acceptable level of thought to think, if only to rationalize me being there in the first place.
I thought what a painful annoyance it must be to have ones head flying around to room, I thought to the man in the corner, (the one with the loud voice) and if the man with the big ears had ever heard him sing and I thought of how marvellous this all was.
Then I saw a man with a very loud voice who was fearful that his voice could shake the headless mans body so much that he would fall over. So he sat quietly on his own in the corner of a cylindrical corridor, which was joined to the place by a small triangular door made of glass, which stood to the left of where I was looking.
Whilst I was watching the head zipping around the room man with the biggest ears I’ve ever seen appeared in the corner of my eye. Even in my noticing him I should think he heard me looking at him as he turned his head and looked in my direction as if to ask me politely to keep the noises I made to a minimum. I imagined that he could hear me breathe so I held my breath for twenty hours so as not to disturb him, and then thought he may even be able to hear me think so I imagined myself not thinking for a while but in doing so I thought of all the things I was doing and decided it was an acceptable level of thought to think, if only to rationalize me being there in the first place.
I thought what a painful annoyance it must be to have ones head flying around to room, I thought to the man in the corner, (the one with the loud voice) and if the man with the big ears had ever heard him sing and I thought of how marvellous this all was.