INFICTION

Born on the planet of fears, the being learned to play in forbidden places and thus created immunity to that sensation, for which reason it had to be banished. This is how it came across the tree of melodies, the first milestone that led to an apparently dark and sinister place. With every step, forgotten archives, ideas in progress, and unnamed concepts could be found here; also beings that are unable to be construed, beings that are felt, heard, and seen somewhere: a place they call the unconscious. However, the being cannot hear or see them in its assumed reality, which until then was only physical.
When it connects with that place, something is intriguing. Time passes and yet not; everything is real and exposed in metaphors trapped in the nets of the universe. Untapped endless figures, the cosmos projected on the walls of thought.
The vault of memories has been opened. For them it devised a metaphor trap to go out and hunt realities turned into fantasies, myths, and meaningless stories. All this helped it to rest in action when it whipped the feeling striking what seemed logical with abstract ideas.
Thus rest was born; in those days, when it poured uncertainty. First the rest in action was born, triggered by thought in movement. Then the rest in feeling, triggered by managing sensations properly. Further on, rest in abstract ideas is born, triggered by questioning. Finally, the rest in logical thinking comes to light, activated by questioning about questioning.