Untitled   A distant daydream beckoned; she floated through the thinning fog, a tiny light revealed itself. This is the way it always started, physically anywhere – a car or a mechanical conversation, truly a spirit funnel cloud drawing power with every spiral.  This light grew, sculling with her hands she forced herself into revelation. A circle of liquid silver humans holding hands with pulsating rainbow hearts. A splash of red issued to the next, a dab of yellow flowed from one hand to another. They quickened their steps and twirled another dance.            Yea, obligations… in her hesitation the image war lost, but an idea remained:  perspective. A job backwards and the segment of linear time plotted, “society,” blurs into amphibians and the untraveled.  A step to the right reveals the uniqueness of consciousness, and a step to the left causes anxiety about the declining economy. A labyrinth without walls is what it is.            “Is something wrong hon?”            “Nope, just think’n.”  Interrogation breeds language flaccidity. “About how maybe all people are one soul kinda swirling around.”            “You know I wonder why people are so eager to make more of them- selves than what they really are.”            Catching the whiff of roughened sulfur, she sighs and notices her teeth have tightened a notch for want of a cigarette. Someday… dolphin dives into the light:  See this cell?  Only through it’s total lack of inhibition does it give rise to the nervous system Perfectly entwined nerves dance through time to form your brain.  Who runs the loom?  Chance? Smell the umbilicus that still binds you?            “I’ll have to take you camping sometime.”  Looking at him eating his jelly sagging sandwich, she sees dawn reveal outline of a path.  She laughs thinking maybe he’s a flashlight in this dark maze. Yea, and batteries of love!  Laughing squeakily, she retires philosophically.   by Charlene Sweeney, MSI