Inside The Black Dot
“So, where have you been?”
See the black dot?
I was inside it.
“Inside the black dot?”
“But how could that happen? It’s so small.”
It appears small on the outside, but the inside has no dimensions. It’s like our brains: small outside and vast inside.
“What made you go into a black dot?”
I don’t know. It just happened. I was staring at it while breathing deeply to relieve stress and relax. Suddenly, I was inside it. At first darkness, but only for an instant. Then vividly colored geometrical shapes and patterns, dancing to melodies from wind chimes and crystals, surrounded me. Not only did they surround me, but they were above me and below me. There I was, suspended in black space while brilliantly colored circles, squares, triangles, rectangles, rhombuses, trapezoids, pentagons, hexagons, heptagons, octagons, nonagons, decagons, cubes, cylinders, pyramids, cones, and many mandalas danced pranced strutted and waltzed before me beside me above and below me. How mesmerizing! I could have stayed there and watched them forever.
“Why didn’t you? Why did you leave?”
There aren’t any bathrooms inside black dots.