Eternity waits for your release. It dawned on Enoch that all signs, all advertisements, with all their strategic marketing phrases, still had a beauty that came before and beyond the madness of taking the power of the words and using it to sell some product, some thing. The words may have been selling something, but they were still beautiful words that spoke some other truth. Enoch felt his heart quicken its pace at the understanding, the fresh insight, realizing that he could learn from that commercial world that had always scared his soul. The world was alive and speaking out to those who would listen, and it spoke spiritual even in its containment of the external...
~ Chad Christopher Cobb, “The Sea of Milk” ~

Past the Milky Way. Past the stars and moons, the suns and shadows. Past the universe. Past it all. Past the light and into the darkness. Past the created and into the creation, into the deep space of creators, of gods and immortals. Into the creative cosmos. Into the within. Into it. There lies a place with a white planet, a bright dot in the static blackness, a solitary island in the expanse of imaginative nothingness.

This lone planet lies still in its isolation, staring at the darkness with two penetrating eyes that protrude from its spherical whiteness…