One must consume power to exert power.
It is the great law of all things.
Interpolations store and make use of energy with efficiency,
drawing electricity from the magnetic-current blanketing the astral stone they stand upon.
They need only make contact with the ground
to stay charged or become replenished.
As personas walked the surface over trillions of trillions of cycles,
there were those who became bored and forgetful
of how and why they were bound to the crust which fueled them.
They could see bright hypnotizing lights in the sky,
created by their giver of power, the current…
And this spectacle fed a growing thirst to leave their dry and ashen stone
to experience the space above and the things within it.
It is said that half of the selves of Copious decided to leave ground,
while the other half begged them to stay out of fear.
The fearful remembered something the others didn’t…
that it was unwise to become suspended from ground for too long.
were invariably found throughout the surface,
Inactive and void of the spark of power interpolations came to understand as “life”.
Never-the-less, great fortified ladders were cast upward,
constructed from the debris which covered ground,
left from the First Age of Consciousness.
The fearful half watched as their kind divided in TWO:
– The Disconnected, though ambitious ones doomed to pitter out
at an unforeseen point in linear time,
– And they, The Grounded, who continued to operate comfortably
at maximum efficiency due to their decision
to stay safely on the surface which perpetuated their life-force.
Eventually, the Grounded forgot the other half had ever left,
because once they were gone
those interpolations were never seen or heard from again.
Surely they had run out of energy somewhere…
now stuck lifeless to decay along with the debris of their ungrateful ladders;
A museum of selfish, stupid shells,
facades on vacant towers that stand as lures to those who are either
unremarkably foolish, or remarkably wise.