The mind of another

I found myself pulled across the whole of existence I was like a meathook took me at the naval I wondered what a creature born of an egg would feel if this happened to him Burst! I could see it! Now, it all made sense I could see the strings, lines, the Connections that transcended normal perception I saw my own line But unlike so many others, my line was not a line There was a point in my past, were everything exploded There were countless threads that extended from that one point The point where I had held the book I could see the book too It was like great swollen melon The end of the melon seemed to have met the angry side of a sledgehammer