He perhaps only thought of differences, similarities or maybe something like size or softness. In his time Te had interacted with the animate, the inanimate; things he chose to pull at, things which ran from him; things which felt wet, from the sky and on the ground. Most things he had attempted to put in his mouth. He may have imagined he would appear soft to them when things touched him back; when he sat on a rock it would feel him as soft and bearable. When he poked himself he felt soft and most other things were hard or tough. He could assume in return they would experience him as soft perhaps like some fruit. He may have, until today, thought he had been everything and one, the perceiver and the perceived, no less curious about his own individual conciseness in wake or dream. Today must still have had impact; his natural curiosity had a new element to dissect. In the dream two faces grinned at him ‘They were con…’ He couldn’t place it. The dream changed path and Te stirred under the stars.
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