The world is black a light flickers it blinks



it draws you to it demanding your attention



an idea pops up the light moves behind it a trail of thoughts



the light blinks impatient anxious to move eager to see where your thoughts will take it



thoughts come rushing to your head the blinking light dances moving at the speed of thought ideas willed into existence



finally the last idea the last symbol the last instruction is transmitted exhausted you stare at the world you created



the light blinks ready willing to continue satisfied with the choreography