There was a drenching, tidal, end-of-the-world type storm, and it was in my backyard! Yes, my particularly tiny plot of turf was transformed in my dream into the northern winter Pacific on a bad day!
Far out and away, barely seen through sheets of astral rain, rising out of the ocean depths, was a horticultural behemoth, a Jack-in-the-beanstalk sequoia vine, disappearing above the concealing clouds in a bright and mysterious luminance.
What was up there? What was that glow? A U.F.O.? God? My higher self, my aspirations? My fate?
Soon the storm died down, the glow faded, the clouds dissipated, and the vine fell back to its placid, submerged source.
I was relieved (the end of the world never came!), but also strangely sad that the excitement had ended. I hadn't considered it at the time, it was unthinkable at the time, it would have meant death by drowning at the time, but now that it was all over and the sun was again shining, I regretted not diving into those raging currents, swimming out to that green tower and climbing to its glorious acme. I regretted not having taken the chance to discover something new.
In Metaphysique, I'm trying to discover something new. I'm writing as well as drawing. I'm creating and owning my own characters. Perhaps you'll forgive its pretensions and enjoy yourself, seeing innocence and wonder instead. In any case, I'm diving in and swimming like mad before the storm ends.