Little sparks flicker below me as I float upon the astral plane traveling probably faster than I should, but the colors are so enticing.  Not to mention the angles, they are so much different when you don't really have to abide by the laws of physics.  The laws of three dimensional time are cumbersome as well and should be discarded post haste if one is to travel to nearby galaxies, and I intend to.  Mars was fun, and the elysium planitia was beyond words, that's why I painted it.  Dali was here, as well as Escher, and Boccioni, and Dr. Suess even helped set up the chair lift to the sky.  Colors move in much more intense gradients here and it's the hues in between that radiate the most energy, but only when they are matched with their vibrational counterpart. 

Having known for a while now that consciousness runs diagonally in this space, I sat down and shared my thoughts with a nearby cactus, and seeing as how Mars has actually quite a large amount of life and even forests in some places, a Cactus is not all that rare.  I said, "Cactus, I have been organizing, and re-organizing the patterns in the sky, and in the oceans, and on the land for some time now and I find the possibilities move in a fractal nature ever expanding like thought itself."  Just then the light of a passing ship, probably from Sirius, caught my eye and I decided to follow. The dodecahedral shape of the ship made it look like a jewel in the swirling ether of the Cosmos, so I followed it further watching tumbling tetrahedrons pass through me.  But that is enough of searching the galaxy for one afternoon, so I return to our little blue space ship and bring with me connections from the parallel realities that bind us all together.

- Dylan Brooks