Another Night In CD2
On the morning I awoke and the whole world changed, light was streaming throught my window, and it had filled up the room like an electric storm. It danced through strange hieroglyphic formations; it seemed to tell of a great meaning - so close, and yet just out of reach. And my mind raced, and I told my mind to be still. And I noticed a rainbow flickered and shined against the wall above my bed, where many nights I had lay awake, afraid and restless. And outside the sky was the palest blue I had ever seen, and trees waved throught the windows - their arms once so huge and cumbersome, suddenly breathed with animation and impulse. The newest hint of clouds were barely impressed upon the skyline, like the ghost of children's paintings, and crows circled laughing and swirling - spiralling downwards like they had always done, and yet had never. And the sense that everything was as it should have been filled the room, and was mixed in nature with a light. When I looked again out of my new eyes, I saw that man was frightened, and that his cars and buildings, and his roads and shops and alarms were all frightened. And the light that had filled my room filled me, and I knew I would not be afraid again. My life fell away from me like an old skin, and then turned into smoke and drifted into nothing. And I heard the distant screams of my rage growing quieter and quieter, until I could no longer hear them, and I knew that they had gone to live in the world of men, where they would be welcomed but not understood. I sat again down upon my bed and an angel was revealed to me, more beautiful than any man I had ever seen. And he took shape using the true properties of light, and his expression was one of a passion that only the truly disembodied can experience. And he read from a small book these curious words: "The mystery of transfiguration is the key to the meaning of all". And ghostly shapes circled through the shape of a crescent moon, and Winchester cathedral spire cracked, and fire filled the room, and I closed my eyes. And there was a silence around that stretched for a million miles in all directions, and out of the silence came words of love, and then the love returned to the silence, and the love WAS the silence, and the silence was the love. And I knew that there need never be fear of silence, and the silence filled me up like the Milky Way. And I opened my eyes and I was all at once outside with my new friend, and we walked along a beach together, where yew trees grew in a line that stretched across the sands as far as anyone could see. And I was free. And when my friend showed me my life, and all of its suffering, I could see that I had not been alone as I had always thought, and that I should never been alone again. And time folded up like a carpet and was gone. I laughed, and felt glad of my loneliness, which I had always so feared. And I gave thanks for the wound that is, and always has been, my very essence and nature. The same wound that I had thought of as a curse, that had eaten away at me and gnawed me like barbed wire and maggots; I now gave thanks for it. For I saw that my loneliness, and its wound, were gifts that had brought me this far, and without them I would have been like a blind man - like so many others, lost. And a million stars sung in the sky for me, and I felt the impression of my own wings, that I had longed for as a child, but had forgotten. Music of the most gentle kind was mine forever. When I turned my friend had gone, and I had returned to my room. Tears of joy sprung into my eyes, and I let them flow, and a river came, and the river went out to sea.