Another green world lazes in the sun. Another green world sleeps in the shade of its own slowly turning body. How peaceful it is and how empty! It is a world of a myriad tropical islands without a continent and a northern continent without islands. There it lies at the bottom of an energy well - the local minimum in an uncharted plane of parallel histories - the most indolent of its neighbours. To be there is to be overwhelmed by wind, water and sun. It is to be dominated and diminished by the green. One by one it takes them in the fractures; slippages between the times that move towards the restoration of some ill defined interuniversal equilibrium.
But in the green world there is only the present. It is not a place to think about the future or the past, but to dream like the thriving plants in an eternal now. The temptation and the lotus live.
