Snippett, He, she, it is an amalgamation of a being who is all genders and genderless. Snippet thinks in short brief excerpts of thought and mind.
Snippett is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and he, she, it lies between the pit of human fears and the summit of mankind’s knowledge. Each point of knowledge is uniquely in a plane at a set of numerical coordinates, which are the signed distances to the point from two fixed perpendicularly-oriented lines, measured in the same unit of length. It is an area which we call the Snippett Zone.
I am able to walk on air, but only as long as my illusion supports me. Snippitt
Does it truly support me? If I’m excitedly happy about something magnificent, am I walking on air? Is it just a feeling of being light as air? Or just an illusion within the moments of my mind. Does it matter? After all, happiness is a fleeting and sometimes fleeing thought of euphoria. However for that brief moment within the millennia of our lives, a smile comes to our face, a glean into our eyes and a flush to our cheeks. And it’s like we are walking on air and life is worth living.
It is from the other moments when our feet are flat on the ground or worse we’ve fallen and planted our nose into the asphalt that those times we walked on air are the most important. It is what stands us back up, helps us to place one foot in front of the other because we know there will be times within our future where the illusion of walking on air returns and elation of the moment comes over us again. Energizing us for our days and weeks of humdrum and normal while we move forward towards the next time we get some air.
Take a deep breath, as it may need to last for a while. Snippitt
Timothy Brady ©2020