Gray Hole

The rabbit jumped into the hole and looked around, following the tunnel he reached what seemed to be a cave, the echo of his breath and the trickle of water blended into one. In the pitch black he saw a twinkle. It flickered hues of blue, yellow, red, and violet, curious, the rabbit approached the source of the twinkling, and as he got closer he saw the twinkle was really a dim glow. Its illumination, in taming the darkness, revealed the shape of a frog. The rock the frog sat on was hugged by a stream, its eyes numbered three. The center eye located on the top of its head seemed to shimmer with a sort of grey static. The rabbit has never seen anything like this, and was utterly confused.

But the feeling it gave him pushed him on.

One step he took, then the second, then on the third he felt some sort of balance shift. Staring directly into the static, he saw the static in the eye was not a mere static but a continuously morphing sphere of stuff, in it he saw carrots turn into grass, grass turn into dogs, turn to trees, bushes, insects, fruit, the sun, the moon, birds, everything the rabbit has ever seen was taken apart and put back together again in a lucid dream like manner. Bizarrely despite how distorted the images seemed, they were oddly familiar to the rabbit, and he did not feel distressed by this image. He inched closer; his eyes locked on the sphere.

The static flowed through his brain, you see, parts that were more familiar caused high activation of the parts of its brain that especially respond to that stimulus. A sensation causing this magnitude of activation is so powerful in fact, that it can’t be contained in a single modality, and synesthetic leaking occurs. When synesthetic leaking occurs the signal travels like a metaphor, experienced in its meaning as a sound, tactile sensation, vision, or feeling. For the rabbit, this hazy noise wasn’t very clear, but in the center of the sphere he saw complexity emanating, and he knew he must go deeper.

As the rabbit came closer and became ever more salient of the frog’s eye, it seemed to open and grow larger, and it was beginning to fill up the rabbit’s field of view. Although the things the rabbit saw and felt were infinitely meaningful, he did not feel overwhelmed. And when he felt himself rise from his body; he entered a realm where the senses become irrelevant. His awareness was transformed into a window between existence and nonexistence and the two sides freely communicated with one another, allowing anything that can exist to be experienced. The rabbit navigated this realm with inherent knowledge of how to work it. The abstract nature of everything became clear, and the rabbit became one with the universe.

The static took up the rabbit’s entire field of view.

The drama of rabbit family life, running from a fox trying to eat you, eating the bugs in the grass, how it feels to smell the grass, to feeling excited after finding fruit. There was no time, only happening, all the usual gaps between his experience were somehow all being filled by continuous complexity which was all inherently understood. The rabbit was now aware that his life as a rabbit was merely one lifecycle iteration of a pattern that generated many other rabbits, most of whom have died. He was both dead and alive. Somewhere in between black and white, he’s become the universe expressed in itself.

Being and not in one.

The frog watched the reactions of the rabbit, his spell seemed to be working like magic!

The frog waited for the moment when the rabbit would take his final step, and lo and behold,

The rabbit jumps and soars in the air, the frog grins, and “silly bunny.” he says with a chuckle.

The frog opens his mouth as wide as he can, with a powerful launch he flicks out his tongue and catches the rabbit in mid-air. His tongue wrapped around the motionless rabbit, and with another flick the tongue is in the frog’s mouth. Chewing echoes along the walls of the cave.