Sunday, November 10, 2013

The archaeologist Anson Hunter plummeted, tumbling uncontrollably into darkness.


Was it a tomb shaft he was plunging down, he thought, feeling the darkness rip past his body?
Yet instead of sliding walls of stone, he flew down a pit of glowing green perspective lines that converged at the point of infinity.
He saw a woman, depicted in graphic green mesh-lines of light, watching him drop.
The strands of her hair were like strings of binary computer code, a rainfall of green ones and zeroes and her Egyptian eyes were bright points of light.
When he hit bottom, a place where the darkness coalesced into crushing density, even his mind went dark,
After an eternity, he opened his eyes.
He was seeing stars.
But they were not stars in a night sky, instead they were leopard skin spots on a tight body gown worn by the ancient Egyptian goddess Seshat, Mistress of Knowledge. The spots transformed into stars and then into electronic green spangles against a darker green sky and in her headband appeared a crowning star with seven brilliant points and a downturned crescent above it.
He was either dead or had entered her realm.
Seshat spoke in a thrilling whisper that made his body quiver. It was the voice of the infinite, yet was as gentle and fluttering in his ears as a breeze