Transformation of Ice

The piece of ice sat on the cliff of her ice floe and looked with sympathy at the resistance of the molecules inside her. Having spread wings invisible to the usual brain, she lay down on the very center of her crystalline foundation and, focusing all her attention on the center of her chest, closed her eyes. At that moment, her consciousness soared to the very heavens, directing its cognitive spiral into the very core of the sun. The quantum threads acted as a connecting link and the solar energy of love headed in a friendly crowd right into the very depths of Ice's soul. She first screamed and then cried. This was a real revival of her entire romantically creative essence. There was a lot of strength, it was not immediately clear what to do with it.

The piece of ice straightened its slightly disheveled wings after such shaking and looked around. She was surrounded by the same pieces of ice, they all gradually looked at each other and recognized each other through the portals of their eyes in a fairly close environment, all in approximately the same state of very strong invigoration. From the center of their chest, a green sprout began to appear like an arrow, visible only from some very special angle of lateral vision.

And then each piece of ice in this state began to vibrate somehow more intensely and transform itself into some new liquid substance. Interestingly, without doing anything special, they all flocked into one common puddle. Each of them retaining their own consciousness, their molecules finally, under the heat of the sun, ceased to adhere to this now strange crystalline structure for them. They transformed their solar friends - Photons - in fact, they ate them, like prana-eaters. And they turned them into their own energy of movement. And then all these molecules, hatched from the first melted pieces of ice, began to frantically collide with each other and, with these sharp movements, knock them out of the structure familiar to each of them and a very stable, understandable and predictable state. They themselves did not understand how from decent stable molecules they turned into practically crazy hippies. But it absolutely cannot be denied that they felt incredibly good in this living, constantly moving state. Each molecule suddenly realized itself to be alive, it no longer vibrated in static with barely noticeable squelches more like tears. She was carried from side to side, crossing with a myriad of molecules similar to her. They reminded me of a crowd of spaniels rushing across a field with their long ears fluttering in the wind. A very heartbreaking sight.

But what actually happened there and why did the molecules of our ice floes suddenly begin to disintegrate from each other and fall down into some seemingly vile puddle? Everything is simple, because they included solar friends - Photons. They were built right into their atomic structure and, one might say, copulated with their electrons. Those, like women after a sensual orgasm, soared into new orbits, filling the space with their energy resource. What happens to a space electrified by love? Right! The real movement begins! Everyone collides with each other and exchanges energy. And gradually this collective movement leads to a certain balanced state. Until a new portion of motors is activated by solar Photons, turning more and more layers of dying ice floes into liquid glowing from the sun.

And so gradually this entire icy, financial-like structure, which holds molecules within itself solely through the absence of life and hopelessness, melts... simply melts before our eyes, leaving its molecules in a state of complete happy chaos and mixing in creative tandems with the most previously unattainable groups of molecules. And if earlier the interaction between them took place exclusively according to a single central structure, now they could directly knock on each other, or knock on each other along a chain of friendly connections. And they now have a great variety of languages for communication, for every taste and color. If only there were enough molecules to understand each other and be able to discuss very practical topics that are important to them. Through their common stories, they were able to create whole canvases of common ideas and records that were connected together. The language of the canvas can be considered the motif of the ornament, and although it might seem periodic and identical in appearance, it was like a binary code that it contained sealed useful messages encoded in its own language. Sometimes one language of molecules was used in their collective consciousness to weave only one common fabric. But sometimes someone united in other communities and with the same ornamental motif (language) they created completely different canvases and their practical tasks were also of a completely different plan.

These multidimensional fictional canvases served them for a variety of purposes. These were very advanced - conscious - molecules. This awareness allowed them to make decisions independently, be responsible for them, and thanks to this receive complete freedom for joint movement and the formation of internal currents. It was not swamp water, it was a very smart liquid into which this once boring, stale ice suddenly turned. And our piece of ice merged with one of the currents and, already being a consciousness inside a liquid form, staged a cheerful game in its current, which was then picked up by other streams of this universal Sea. But I will tell you about this game in another chapter. If, in principle, all this will be at least a little interesting to you :)