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<strong>The</strong> Purple Dot<br />
Written by Anthony Unger<br />
A dark serpentine world with curving columns swooping<br />
down from a high, circular edifice and a force that<br />
was busy, carving a planet out of nothing, floated in the<br />
darkness of space. One moment there was nothing<br />
except a ball of complete nothingness, and the next<br />
there was a single insignificant thing floating rather peculiarly<br />
above the ball of matter that would soon be<br />
called a planet.<br />
This insignificant thing was a pool of multi-colored liquid<br />
that swarmed around in the boundaries that were<br />
set by a cold pair of stone hands. Soon enough, the liquid<br />
bubbled into an orange essence that only explained<br />
itself as having the properties of carrot juice. I don’t<br />
know why this was so, but whoever or whatever was<br />
creating this world had a strange humour that could<br />
not be matched by any other. <strong>The</strong> orange substance<br />
suddenly glowed brightly from the deep with an ember<br />
light that seemed to float upwards towards the surface.<br />
But in defiance, the pool of orange extinguished the<br />
light like it was a fire, only for it to resume its course<br />
once again with success; good had defeated evil with<br />
no sweat upon his brow. This, for now, was the pin<br />
amongst a morsel of wheat or, a thing amongst nothing<br />
but emptiness.<br />
This. Was. Block. <strong>The</strong> world of Block.<br />
It was forming, and this was the first item on the agenda.<br />
My words however, stop for circumference. Ah! A<br />
humourous word, circumference: “Sir Circumference,<br />
would you please attend to the king?” asks the imaginary<br />
knight who stands guard to the tall door that leads<br />
to the king’s own space. But sadly, the world of Block<br />
knows no such thing as a knight, not for many years at<br />
least.<br />
<strong>The</strong> ember light stretched out a hand from beneath the<br />
juice, and behold, a sight; a form crawled out with arms<br />
that lurched out for something to pull with. It was a<br />
blob, then a spot, and <strong>final</strong>ly it seemed like more of a<br />
dot than before. He stood up to full height, and from<br />
the view of a triangle eye that was purposely placed in<br />
the center of the dot, he perceived the empty world<br />
that now had oceans of blue snaking into mountains<br />
that held small amounts of structures. And seeing<br />
beauty for the first time, he spoke to himself and all<br />
who listened, “I look at the world as I exit my birth<br />
place, and then stand at the edge of holding hands<br />
clutching a figurative raindrop.”<br />
As he said this with a wise sense, a tail grew at his back,<br />
a tail that curved and swayed to the sides with a fluent<br />
gesture. He looked down at his tubular arms that<br />
seemed to be coming from his sides, but he was not<br />
really sure how. At the end of the two black twig-like<br />
arms, a square of the same color existed; the dot decided<br />
to call these ‘hands’. His legs also seemed to sprout<br />
from the bottom of the dot, even though it wasn’t flat<br />
in any way. And joined at the legs at the very bottom,<br />
were two more squares that looked as if they came<br />
from a world of only two dimensions.<br />
<strong>The</strong> only colors that existed on the dot were the purple<br />
coat of the dot itself, and the pitch-black color of the<br />
limbs that were more than important. Why was he this<br />
way, why was he such an image? And most importantly,<br />
why was he a dot? This is what he was determined<br />
to find out; this was the question that now surged<br />
through his small mind. But the truth was, only Block<br />
knew the answer, only the creator knew why. I could<br />
only really say I really did not know.<br />
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