I write;I think;I know.

∞ Ocean of Noise

"There are various principals," retorted my cat, "which precludes particles behaving like that."

"Overlaping particles of nothing then," I snapped. "Besides, you're missing the point."

"Which is," asked my cat.

"Which is no matter what I say," I sighed, "my are metahpors and you would fail to capture the depth of your own vision if you took my words literally. In that regards doubt I'll ever find another able to see what I see"

"I can see it," my cat reassured me. "Or at the very least," she added, "a close approximation."

"Exceptional circumstances," I smiled, "you're able to get you inside my mind."

"It's all in your mind," grinned my cat.

"We're just here to offer an objective assesment," said my other cat.

"And your assessment," I asked with a smile.

"There's a missing alien," admitted my other cat, "that you need to find."

"It met you the other day," added my cat, "you must remember."

"Grey Shades," I muttered, "of proto-reality." I shot my cat a sidewise look. "There certainly was an alien," I admitted, "in my mind."

"A metaphor," asked my cat.

"A fragment of spoken word," I replied, "and a feeling. Something left over from lucid dream."

"It was important," said my cat.

"Important enough that when I wrote it," I admitted, "it began to decompress into my mind."

"Patterns by which," said my cat, "you may think yourself into different worlds."

"The kind of thing," I smiled, "one feels one should share. Only to find it goes nowhere."

"So why," asked my cat, "bother to write it out."

"An anxiety response," I admitted. "My way of keeping the wraiths at bay."

"Does it work," asked my cat.

"It certainly has an effect," I replied, "and it's probably better than locking myself away until the milk runs-out."

"I can see" purred my cat, "how your thoughts betray you."

"That would depend," I smiled, "on the thread you're tuned to."

"You can't even see it," muttered my cat, "can you."

"In my mind I can see something," I asserted. "A sense of other space twisted around. An identical room to this folded into the same space then folded again. Two particles of reality occupying the same space."