hurried by chill Autumn breeze.

Another Monday.

a dark lens looking inward.

Inside; potential.

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He started to touch her and feel her up and kiss her and take off her clothes, and she started to do the same to him, and  their clothing came off not so much piece by piece as it did in a disorderly conglomerate of fabric, all tangled together as if they’d been sharing the same shirts and pants and had to evacuate it both at the same time to successfully take it off.  They had it off before too long, and touched each other and felt each other up on the bed for a while longer, now naked and excited.

At some point, under her breath she told him she wanted him, now, and so he grabbed his cock and put his left hand in between her right buttock and the line of her right hip, not exactly forcefully but with enough purpose, enough authority that she tilted her hips up just so, and pointed the opening of her vagina to an angle convenient for his entry. His cock ready in hand, proceeding forward towards her, he looked down, looked at her vagina in fact, and noticed that in its wetness it had become reflective.   This was not the paltry reflection he had seen in the surface of mirrors (for if we imagine reality as a tangent then the reflection from a mirror is merely an asymptote, infinitely approaching but never touching) this was a reflection that superseded reality, a reflection indeed more complete (more REAL) than reality as he had ever known it to be.

He gazed into her vagina and saw reflected his Mother.  It was her gestalt being he was seeing, not simply her appearance as dictated by light activating the cells on his retina, but a complete and whole image of his mother that he could observe in its totality.  At the same time and in the same space he saw reflected his two sisters, reflected in the same way as his Mother, and there too were his not-yet-living descendants, and his now-dead ancestors, and the whole of his own life and his own being.

He changed his angle of observation slightly and now he was seeing reflected a universe alternate to his own, in which he was a woman and his mother and father were a single being of light, and when he saw himself reflected thus, and saw the beauty of himself as a woman, the complete beauty, he saw that his own vagina became aroused, and in its wetness it too became reflective, and the two reflections met and Everything was visible, Everything was there contained in that space, not condensed but somehow overlaid in an infinite number of dimensions, and as he looked at this infinite number of dimensions he understood that it was light, that Everything was light, and Everything was inside that moment of space, and that the infinite dimensions were in fact only one dimension, and that it was light.