His stare brought together everything that was ever anything, and thus those anythings collided like molecules, absorbing each other in a ghastly embrace, filling his vision of things that he had never seen or dreamed of before.
RMST1 had seen everything that ever was, that ever will, that will ever be anything.
He had seen infinity, stitched together in its matrix of spontaneity and entropy.
The molecules collided together ever forcefully, forming a precipitate from this unexpected spectacle of his mind. This precipitate was confusion, then realization, and then stagnation
as his whole face become limp. It appeared that he was in the throes of a stroke; it seemed that the shock of infinity seemed only to wax into a full moon. He had seen the moon, the valleys, the stars, the galaxies.
His shock then made him completely unresponsive to any further motion. He is now medically classified as a vegetable and lives out his life as a teenager trying to survive high school, finding his place in the world, but not knowing what to do.
But we all know he's a vegetable, right? Underneath his disguise, you can rip apart his demeanor at the seams, and you can discover - to your surprise - a person that seeks the spotlight, a person that
seeks attention, trying, in vain, to push out his competitors, seeking light to fuel his energy. Lo! what gorgeous food he creates from exposure - the succulence, the stroking of the tastebuds - we eat the fruit, and it tastes good.
We commend the delectable taste of his fruits, and his mediocrity becomes glory and greatness as he reaches the clouds and the stars and the galaxies and the infinite reaches of the universe beyond our bounds of what is know to us.
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