Darkness.
Silence.
In the presence of these two her mind should have been a turmoil of thoughts running in everything. Yet she too was as silent as the watery abyss where she now sat, motionless.
Princess Mercury focused on her objective. Her mind was as clear as the shallowest waters of her Aquatic Kingdom. Her cerulean hair cut short so that no burden lay on her head--her mind was sharp and had aim. Yet now she found it difficult to free her mind of her books and learning. Sitting now inside the farther reaches of the watery chasm, her aim was clarity in this dark world. Only when she could focus in the pitchest black, in the most deadly of silences could she focus even in Chaos.
She banished all thoughts from her head. She said nothing. She heard nothing. She saw nothing.
A bright light appeared. She thought it might be a fish, of the sort that resided in the depths of the sea, and was blessed with their own form of clarity. Yet the light came closer and closer to her. Could it be that she had become so still that even the most clearly seeing of sea life took no notice of her?
When it actually touched her she realized it was no fish. When it became part of her she realized that this was her clarity. When she was this light, she realized that she was lucidity itself.
The ocean depths became as bright as the shallow waters at noon. The princess began to twirl as she was slowly rising from the nadir of the ocean. Faster and faster she twirled and spun, and when she surfaced she found that she was at the very center of the immense whirlpool she had created. She felt centered. She felt sharp. She was lucidity.
Silence.
In the presence of these two her mind should have been a turmoil of thoughts running in everything. Yet she too was as silent as the watery abyss where she now sat, motionless.
Princess Mercury focused on her objective. Her mind was as clear as the shallowest waters of her Aquatic Kingdom. Her cerulean hair cut short so that no burden lay on her head--her mind was sharp and had aim. Yet now she found it difficult to free her mind of her books and learning. Sitting now inside the farther reaches of the watery chasm, her aim was clarity in this dark world. Only when she could focus in the pitchest black, in the most deadly of silences could she focus even in Chaos.
She banished all thoughts from her head. She said nothing. She heard nothing. She saw nothing.
A bright light appeared. She thought it might be a fish, of the sort that resided in the depths of the sea, and was blessed with their own form of clarity. Yet the light came closer and closer to her. Could it be that she had become so still that even the most clearly seeing of sea life took no notice of her?
When it actually touched her she realized it was no fish. When it became part of her she realized that this was her clarity. When she was this light, she realized that she was lucidity itself.
The ocean depths became as bright as the shallow waters at noon. The princess began to twirl as she was slowly rising from the nadir of the ocean. Faster and faster she twirled and spun, and when she surfaced she found that she was at the very center of the immense whirlpool she had created. She felt centered. She felt sharp. She was lucidity.
