EARTHCENTRE

EARTHCENTRE: THE ARCTOL EXPERIENCE. CONTINUUM...
In divisible pitch darkness, without any movement, invisible silence. Not so much a Big Bang, as a deepening, dull thud, not painful on the ears, but felt enough to know, that something tremendous had occurred. As if floating inside a gyroscope of such formless magnitude, as to be turning in and of itself, with no footing, no grounding, no upward or downward, no forward or backward movement. Without inward or outward dimension, no infinite sidedness, no facing or turning direction. Only sheer sensation, amongst relative felt movement, with nothing solid to position, in between, treacherous, depthless, cavernous, and cold.
Like the popping of a cork from a bottle, at the same moment, into being: an unstopped gap. A blind opening, a tension felt, held in torsion balance. A posed, poised critically pointed, over-tipped thermal quiver, quavering threaded, stretched and strung-out note. Vibrant vane, rippling, rip roaring drum rolling wave. Started, begun and simultaneously emanating, from unseen position, and apparently from all around.
Between nothing, and the start of everything else