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The Last Time I Counted Sheep

tl;dr: counting sheep leads to ego death

“To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: …
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?”

The first sheep jumped over the fence.

Then a second.

Mid-jump, the third one sprouted angel wings and hovered ponderously on the other side of the fence.

There was now an icy still lake on the other side of the fence. The winged sheep was gliding gently above its surface.

A few more sheep sprouted wings and followed the first winged one in gliding across the now frozen lake.

Soon, all sheep were on the other side of the fence, dancing in synchronized unison, like levitating ice ballerinas. Tchaikovsky’s ‘Valse in A-Flat Major’ from Swan Lake played in the background.

The perspective shifted to a bird’s eye view of the lake. The sheep were rotating in concentric circles. Clockwise in the first one, counterclockwise in the next, clockwise in the one after that, and so on. The view shifted further out, until the sheep became little dots.

Further out, the dots connected and became full circles, rotating now at high speed.

The pure white color of the circles flickered and changed gently into purple. Swan Lake gave way to Radiohead’s “rain down … from a great height”.

The spaces between the purple circles turned black. The circles merged and flickers of yellow and orange emerged through the purple.

It was now a large, furious, orange orb. The music stopped. The orb throbbed, arrhythmically, to the heartbeat of the timechain.

At first terror, then giving way to a disquieting peace.

A soft whisper, mostly unspoken, dissolved the deafening silence:

You are nothing. You are no one. You are everything. You are everyone.