Dil´o`gy n. 1. (Rhet.) An ambiguous speech; a figure in which a word is used an equivocal sense.
I viewed a world, well it seemed like one, it felt like everything was in rapid succession, the sky, the landscape, buildings, people. But I couldn't tell, or was it that I was moving fast and the world had stopped. There was no time, no visible indication of a night and day. When it was night, it happened suddenly, then day appeared. There was another place, all inverted, like everything was inside out. The environment. The sky was the middle as the world, I guess the Earth or a version of it, encased it. If you looked up you saw ground, grass, trees, small shapes and strange little houses, oddly built. I didn't see inhabitants. Truly a bizarre place. At least to me. Don't you think it is strange when you see water drip upward, rather than down, even though the gravity seemed the same as you would find on Earth? Next was space, a mass of stars, but it looked like something was behind it, peeled back, you could see this section, a massive straight line to infinity, but one could look into this line, it looked thin, light reflected around and I could see within this line and under it another fold of space with it's own stars. These lines appeared all black except for shapes, what looked like spheres, they weren't stars, dull shapes, slightly colored, that bounced around within this section, a thin compressed, vertical area. The closer you look, the more of these massive folds all compiling onto each other, a forever continuity. Sitting on these membranes are universes, thousands, maybe millions of spirals. The only movement, being these shapes, sphere like, that change angles, they look alive in the thin abyss, the areas between the membrane. Tightly packed areas between what look like pages of a massive book.
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