Deep. In the thick of it. Sweat beads upon his brow. His heart races, vision blurring with every beat. Crashing sounds echoing all around him, like the spine-snapping cracks of electric thunder. He can’t see it, but something is drawing close, closing in on him… racing nearer each moment.

A flash of light. So bright and blinding, he looses all senses - no sight, no sound. The constant glow, it warms his body.

Slowly, he center’s himself. Gradually rising from the ground where he had squatted - arms covering his face, hands clawing the back of his head. As the light fades and sound creeps back like a radio gradually increasing in volume, he begins to see outlines and silhouettes, more and more detail begins to fill in like the brush strokes of a painting. He thinks, “How beautiful is this? Where am I? It’s so familiar, yet completely new.” He scratches his head. He continues to scratch, harder and harder. Pondering, wondering, questioning, completely perplexed. The harder he focuses the clearer it becomes. His attention focused solely on understanding what is happening, he doesn’t realize that his nails are digging deep into his scalp, blood seeping under his fingernails. “This is amazing,” he thinks. “Can anyone else see this? I wonder what is on the other side?” He walks, but the scenery doesn’t change. He legs tightening, he moves faster. A warm feeling in the small of his back, he finds himself jogging. “Why doesn’t it change?” He can’t get to the other side. Everything around him moves as he does, like running counter-clockwise on a carousel.

Dropping to his knees in frustration, he exclaims, “What is this? Where am I?” He hears a voice. Godlike, it’s both calming and mysterious. “You have just experienced an iPiphany.” “A what?,” he asks. “An iPiphany,” the deep, solemn voice responds. “He must mean epiphany,” he thinks. “But I’m not going to correct him!” “You are inside of your brain. You just had an idea. To you it makes such perfect sense, you cannot comprehend why you haven’t thought of it before. But like many ideas, it is nebulous. And there are sides of it you cannot see. Your consciousness, as powerful as it is, is limited to you.” “But why? This… i-piph-any,” he struggles through the word. “Why can I not see it in it’s completeness? Isn’t it MINE?” He asks with an almost pungent sense of entitlement.” The voice responds, calmer than before, almost as though it is smiling with approval. “Because an idea, an iPiphany is greater than any one person. Its potential reaches far beyond that. A truly great iPiphany isn’t complete without other’s contributions. Those contributions, those additional ideas are the other side that you cannot see.” “But I must know! I have to see what is on the other side. As beautiful as this side is, I can only imagine how great it is in it’s entirety. How can find the others? How can I make this iPiph complete?” “Muhahaha,” the voice’s rolling laughter, so deep and large it felt like thunder. With a hint of laughter still in his throat, the voice says, “Why, the MindMunity of course! Forged in the fires of passionate inquisition, not much unlike your own iPiphany. The MindMunity is the collective conscience of geniuses like you. Where incomplete or suppressed ideas have an opportunity to really exist. Ideas are constantly brought to full reality through the sharing and contribution of all. As the MindMunity grows (through the addition of additional brains) - more iPiphs are created, and more importantly they are perfected and brought to reality.”

And like many before him, the man began his journey into the, previously unknown world of the MindMunity.

A Short, and quite ridiculous story by <a href= “http://treyblog.com”>Trey Stinnett</a>