119 The Sun and His Sunflower

There was a particular feeling that emerged the day he had realized where he stood as an individual in the wider plane known as the World.

A feeling of immense weight.

It was as if someone had thrust upon him the heaviest object that could be conceived: The sum of all things that were.

He nearly drowned when the Divine Furnace had bonded with him.

An unbroken stream— no, a polyphonic flood of shapes, colors, and sounds had assaulted the remnants of his fleeting consciousness. The framework of reality come undone for the newly awoken transcendent being.

Everything that'd been hidden underneath the surface layer of reality — the beautiful patina of the corporal world — had become visible him in an instant.

Hundreds of trillions of thoughts, wishes, ideas, and memories had passed through him from the ancient past, the ever-changing present, and the distant future…