ExSteelAgain
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ORIGINAL: freekalette I just posted about subspace in my blog the other day. Here's what I wrote: There is a magic door inside my brain, to which Sir holds the only key. Day in, and day out, this door is sealed tightly, locked against the ebb and flow of my thoughts. This tiny, fantastic door doesn't budge an inch. Until....in the space of an instant, the key is turned, the door flung wide, and....the light. Dear God, the LIGHT. It swirls out and washes over me, a writhing, tactile thing that intoxicates the senses more than any drug. It grows and swells and flows over me inside and out, and I feel myself at once plummeting and soaring, shrinking smaller than a single atom and growing larger than the bounds of the universe, at once perfectly still and simply thrumming with the music of my soul. I am living and dying and being reborn simultaneously; my senses are heightened. In that moment, I am truly beautiful. I am free, and Sir is my Master. Sparks and flashes of light dance in front of my eyes, colors whose names have never been known to mortal men. I am the air, the sea, the dark nymph of forgotten treasures. Then, ever so slowly, my senses return to their subdued state. I drift and float and rejoin myself, and as my eyes regain their focus I see Him, my beautiful beloved Sir, smiling down at me. He holds me close and soothes me as the heavy door swings closed to guard its secret once more. This is who I am, who WE are, and it is truly a wonderful being. For the record, pain has never been a factor in my achieving this state. A very worthy post. Thanks.
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