The Suchness Beyond
She had named it and thus she owned it. And it owned her. It terraformed her entire innerscape. Suchness.
Hard to say what in Sandral Pinnualta had animated this golem of irrelativity. When you worked, like she did, with particles that weren’t so much particles as shades of particles, it was easy to live in the abstract. The idea of mass without substance was breathtaking to theorize, but to stare into its irreality was unnerving.
