Dogomonno weekend

MaSF
8/2/2018 8:53:17 PM
Zantian culture
Dogomonno weekend
Dogmonno woke up from his meditation, his eyes leaked the bliss of light, a dawn he was in,
Time seemed to flow so quickly, like it filled the moment to its nrim, only the wormhole aliens
Knew this time, but the weekend was before him.
Zantians had a ten day week and a four day weekend, they worked for six days
Often on work of their choosing, there was no monetary gain to it, no money, it never existed.
People worked naturally, in a broad range of professions, and time always filled in,
Dogmonno would not speak again, he was in the present, forever in communication in the silence. He retired to his sleep cache, tired and yet brimming with energy.
Maybe the wriggly light beings would reveal his next life, a beginning every zantian looks forward to.
Since childhood, dogomonno looked forward to his next life, to fill the mysteries
Of his knowledge inheritance. And where was the forgetfulness? Would he, if he
Returned from across the gap still remember?
Would time ever be the same? Already people started saying of memories of a future past.
Dogomonno had often been in many places at the same time. Was the world across the gap,
Bremstuman? Like the mathematical theories of the knowledge inheritance, that
Defined the space time structure of Zantian matter?
In the bremstuman, space and time manifested from a common source, often subjective
To the perception, it formed a whole, partly manifested and partly unmanifested, zantians lived both the events, but in the bremstuman, space had wierd manifolds and no inertia at all. There was so little of it, almost as if, matter held its energy by its destiny, in causality, which melted into the wormholes.
But gravity was defined in manifolds, like pockets that contained them, and that defined the mundane. A, A&G, A%H were the grammer of the gravitational metaphors. A always being the
Subjective conscious self, born out of the universe and its interactions with the knowledge inheritance and the bremstuman creating the reality, the reality where everyone lived, but could always look beyond.
A zantian child was said to aspire the next life, its soul in it as its body lived this life

Waiting for the next.

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