It was quiet in here the moment before my eyes opened.
It was....My eyes opening was not the actual cause of the disturbance.
Rather; it was the images carrying the light - the light that filtered through my eyes carrying those images - that's what shattered the peaceful silence. Not the eyes opening - it was the images that carried the light.
The silence that had once loitered in my private mind was disturbed. Disturbed by the images.
Not by the nature of the images; just by the existence of them.
It was now up to my conscious mind to heal the noise.
What was the noise?
The sound of the image of the mountain bursting through the silence.
The silence that lay in wait along the neural highways and pathways that littered my mind.
Like the littered silent streets on a Sunday morning at dawn. Quiet with the rustle of the breeze blowing the litter.
Then the onslaught of the traffic.
The light the mountain image carries - cracked open the silenced neural paths that were quiet without light. Now alive with photons jostling like taxis along the empty streets of my mind.
Now it is noisy. Now I am awake. The mountain in front of me. I see it.
