note from editor: slithy's first submittal did not come with a title, therefore i took it upon myself to give it one that i felt best represents it's content. enjoy.  
 

          Greetings, My name is Zartan. This evening as I roamed the warp and weft of the astral plane I noticed an energy disturbance among your threads. A slight hematoma or stroke if you will. I comport myself as a magician. Not as a practitioner but more as an investigator or student. As I sit, lotus position in my Gopi, letting the breezes of early morning whirl the sperms of dew to their dust particle eggs, your recent reality intrigues me. A cleft has emerged in your group.

          Mystery slips quietly among the trees down by the dark water as Bucephalas impatiently paws the fabric of morality.

          Ahhhhhh, you're wondering how I am writing this. These mundane details dull the imagination but I will indulge you this once as your society does not open it's mind to such things regularly. This new invention you have created called the internet allows you to communicate with one another using various tools; Lines, computers, monitors, keyboards. These things connect with one another and provide nodes for you to interface with. My node of interface is poor Slithy. As he sits tapping away at his computer, his mind is my keyboard. He is just a another connection to this communication network of tools. Where he sits surrounded by the hum and whir of great machines his mind is soft and pliable like play-doh and he happily accepts my thoughts as his.

          A young native boy brings me some cool refreshing water and I try on his skin. It does not keep out the moonlight or mosquitoes.

          Back to your search. This is what interests me. You are searching and you are surprised at the actions of others. A conscious being's search for answers is as old as time. It is a need of the mind to be engaged; busy. While some harness this in a never-ending struggle to understand everything, others choose to end their search for understanding by grabbing a final destination and clinging to it blindly. Organized religions tend to cater to this behavior. They seek to spread their dogma through individuals. Questioning and exploring, searching, does not match well with the goals of complete subjugation. It is much more amenable to the cause to have a individual that will accept things like: God did it, It's God's will, I don't understand, but I take it on faith, and get on to convincing other people to do this.

          A rustling at my entrance. Ahhh yes, my good friend Og-Ust waits outside for our weekly discourse on quantum entanglement. Being a baboon, he is well versed in this subject, among others. As a matter of fact he planted the seed of thinking that suggests we, as life forms, were created by water to move itself around. Just as we create say, a wheel(many different types), for our use. Pondering this at length has brought rise to many tributaries of thought. How would the hierarchy of wheels be organized??? Tiny watch gears at the top and huge flat round rocks at the bottom or vise-versa??? But I digress....

          These people who have ended their search for understanding are enthusiastic chimpanzees of their beliefs. Finally something everyone can agree on. But his leaves their mind spinning freely, disengaged from the search for the origins of consciousness. Just as you busy a computer calculating pi out to the nth decimal place, the mind needs to engage itself on something. The chimpanzee pokes a bees nest with a stick, grinning happily as it sees it's effect. The mind is busy. Happiness gives way to despair when the bees engulf the chimp and begin stinging. The mind is busy. The chimp runs screeching away wondering why this happened. The mind is busy. It must be god's will. The mind is disengaged. Another bee's nest is found along with a stick. The mind is busy.....and so on....This may help you to understand the actions of people that would otherwise not seem logical. 

          The dogzine search is commendable no matter what direction it takes. It's members still search. The minds are busy. Soft, but busy. Conventional searches tend to start with the vastness of everything and try to deconstruct it into it's tiniest pieces until there's nothing left but the magic that holds things together. I seek to start with the magic and move through it's coalescence to the vastness of everything.

          An incense tinged breeze wafts the slightest scent of exotic snatch to my nose and I am reminded I must speak with Og-Ust before I can enjoy the magic that awaits wrapped in diaphanous sheets, smelling of cloves, cinnamon and sandalwood, in my boudoir.

          Continue your search. Keep your minds engaged. Until we speak again, remember me among the dark vines and secret places.....searching......