June 8th, 2006
P #001 [invector - vium 2006]
“The Spirit… or consciousness, the soul, whatever you whant to call it, it turns out the realm they inhabit has a finite capacity. Wheather that capacity accommodatos billions or trillions, eventualy, it will run out of space Once it’s filled to the brim, it’s got to owerflow somehow, somewhere. But where? The souls has no choice, but the ooze into another realm, that is to say, our world. Maybe, at first… it started with something relly simple. Once that realm reach critical mass, any device would have sufficed. Thrown it together with the means and materials at hand…”