My dream/fantasy/self exploration world just got stranger.
I imagined that wormholes actually consisted of sub-dimensional creatures that opened at both ends to allow travel through space and time. As I envisioned this, it became clear that the worms were not opening for passage, but had been a single creature severed an uncountable number of times.
Reality is built on the foundation of a mutilated past. I had heard this, but never seen it in my mind this way.
What was surprising was what I found as I spent time in this subcutaneous layer of reality: a heart. A Franklin Institute-sized, translucent blue, radiating, human heart.
I touched the heart and it infused me with a warm, crackling energy. It felt like love.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason