The great topmost sheet of the mass, that where hardly a light had twinkled or moved, becomes now a sparkling field of rhythmic flashing points with trains of traveling sparks hurrying hither and thither. The brain is waking and with it the mind is returning. It is as if the Milky Way entered upon some cosmic dance. Swiftly the head mass becomes an enchanted loom where millions of flashing shuttles weave a dissolving pattern, always a meaningful pattern though never an abiding one; a shifting harmony of subpatterns.
Word, Charles S. Sherrington. Goeie more America. Back to life, back to reality.
Meh. I prefer posts about dog buttholes looking like Jesus. You could probably find one that looks like a galaxy if you look hard enough.
More buttholes! Fewer Milky Ways!
Milky Way bars look kinda like turds, though. Close enough?
Thanks for reminding me who came up with the “enchanted loom” metaphor, Charles, but I’m sorry you woke up so early. “Goeie more America” suggests a need for more sleep.
@2: Excellent point. Yes, they are indeed close enough.
I’m glad we’ve worked all this out.
“Goeie”? What is that? The brain apparently hasn’t woken all the way up.
His brain was momentarily channeling FW de Klerk, Fnarf. He meant to say “Mangwanani,” I’m sure.