Comic space cadets going into space with fluctuated body particles.

Comic space cadetsw going into space with fluctuated body particles.

All over the whole world we have phenomena named, "tiny spots". These are gaps in physicality which have appeared to a mental dimenstation. From these have grown, via, duplification, many thousands of more "tiny spots." Openings they are. They do not have any weight at all, claim scientists in one camp. Weightless or not, they are window-gaps to another dimension of capacity. There is a distinction between the material and the ideal, although this may cover a breadth, possibly the breadth of invisibility.

For anybody to suffer being sucked down into one of these holes would mean they should find themselves sucked into a sea of electrically sparkling wires, which contain information such as ideas, points or knowledge and whose staticness would cause the individuals eyes, hair, and skin to enliven for its particles to increase, enourmify and its body to stretch to superfluititious proportions. Its atoms would ballon tight, its pores pulsate. It would literally vibrate with energy so resonant as to be spirited. For anybody to escape this experience is virtually impossible. Once you are sucked into it, it is not ('isn't'> possible to live or die. Or eat. Not that you'd need to eat. It is called "Bozza-space" and in it, it's like a spangle-vaccuum. The atmosphere pulls at the miniscule beings called atoms, it is super-fizzy at the edges.

To be be pulled, gravitationally somewhat so to speak is imposs. at this stage of the evolutionary process, thus, because we are incapable in the evolutionaryily sense, and so on. It would require a biblically spiritual, 'ephemeral magnifying glass' to transcibe our dimensions into transportable peices, or 'components' and would take millions of aeons for the human race to evolve the ability to build.

These tiny spots are almost exactly like the infamous black holes which haunt our space-ways, except they are full of light and expand over light-years of infinity. We are very lucky to have possession of a relatively highly evolved one and it shows. The way we prance about like conscious rocks of ambivalence... I don't know. Its all wrong. We expect so much of each other and it all seems so unnecessary half the time.

Nevertheless, and such and such. We possess our very own tiny spots and we are able to access them.

Its just tiny spots which belong to greenery, of insect-life or l.e.d. lights which we have yet to infiltrate with modern military technology.

Other than that, they are massive. Either little or massive.

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