I write;I think;I know.

By the sight of other days

"I saw it once," I commented to my cat one morning, "intersecting universes dividing."

"Saw," asked my cat, "or experienced."

"Saw," I asserted, "I've experienced it many times. To be fair I've probably seen it a few times too. But there was this one time which removed all doubt."

"Care to describe it," asked my cat.

"Certainly," I agreed. "Late one night I was sitting on the floor of my kitchen. I was attempting to meditate away the stress that was driving me to destruction."

"Did you succeed," queried my cat.

"I think I did," I replied after a moment's consideration. "I had a book infront of me, the cover of which was blue and red, two broad vertical stripes of colour dominating the front."

"Blue: friendly," suggested my cat, "red: hostile."

"Indeed," I agreed. "So, as I was sitting there meditating I would use the front of this book to tag my thoughts."

"Clever," said my cat.

"At first I had to think about each thought the pick the correct colour," I continued, "but after about ten minutes I got my mind to the point where my mind and my eye synchronised. Think thought, see colour that sort of thing"

"Were you mindful," asked my cat, "of both your eyes and your thoughts."

"Indeed," I agreed, "it was a kind of hyper-awareness, very similar to the zone I ride whilst hacking."

"Cool," said my cat.

"Indeed," I grinned. "In a way if I hadn't been high in the zone I'd have stopped when it pushed beyond the credable."

"Beyond the credible," queried my cat.

"Yes," I asserted, "my eyes started looking at the colours before I even had the thought. So 'thought then look' became 'look then thought'."

"Most odd," agreed my cat.

"I've got various theories to explain it," I admitted, "most of which involve theories of time not currently in vogue, though that's largely irrelevant because of what then started happening."

"Do tell," said my cat as she adjusted her position.

"If you insist," I smiled reaching down to rub the fur on the back of her neck. "I'd been slowly rocking from side to side, my way to maintain a relaxed posture. When my eyes began anticipating my thoughts I became aware of a sort of stickyness in my inner sense perception." I closed my eyes and thought for a moment, "motion blur would perhaps present a visual metaphor of what it was like."

"Sounds like science-fiction," said my cat.

"No arguments from me," I smiled. "If that wasn't bad enough I soon became aware of two consciousnesses. Hmmm, no," I paused, "more like two consciousneses became aware of each other."

"Both yours," queried my cat.

"Let's just say both were aware they shared a common past, and leave it at that."

"As you wish."

"The importance of the colour tagging," I continued, "became relevant. Although I'd need to jump to four temporal dimensions to explain it."

"So don't," purred my cat, "get to the point."

"I'm not sure there is a point," I laughed, "after a period of this weirdness both consciousnesses reached an agreement that it was time to stop. Which is what happened. I then stood-up, or tried to stand-up, depending on your perspective."

"Not certain I understand," said my cat.

"Not certain I do." I continued. "For a moment I was in two places at once. Two sets of awareness, two sensiverses you could say. One stood and walked out of the other's world, one fell back to the floor and watched the other walk out. Then the bubble collapsed and I was singular again."

"Which one are you," asked my cat.

"I suspect," I suggested to my cat, "the question should be: which one were you."

For a moment we both sat there in comfortable silence. We knew the questions and the answers. And we knew the implications of what was about to happen.

"Care to share," asked my cat, "the name of the book."

"No," I admitted, "But I'll help you guess the number written on the front."

"Go on."

"Well, in a tarot deck the card that represents The World has the Roman numerals XXI printed on it. Now, if you consider what happend in the story I just told you what number do you get."

"Oh," said my cat as the penny dropped.