Wild imagination causes infinite delight!

useless super power

With the power of will I’m able to see the breathings of the earth. Maybe it’s just my eyes doing dubious tricks while pulling off-beat strings in my youth-dementia infested brain; but unless some alien probe or a mad scientist proofs me otherwise; I feel it is as truth. It’s like a useless super power, only there to make sure I will never intend to do harm against the ground that we walk and sleep on.

It is like magic mushrooms without the mushrooms; the whole floor, whether it’s stones, dirt, sand, grass or bedsheets will move like a sleeping belly of a animatronic Santa Claus. Some parts go up while others go down, like water waves that shouldn’t be really viewable and yet I see and feel them. When laying down on such an occurrence, I truly am moved by the movement; the world is a gigantic waterbed that inhales and exhales, full of life and we owe our own to it.

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