－Omid-X to hopesoo-z (his companion on planet X)－
My most beloved, venerable, crown-worthy soother of lost souls, when I think about how much I miss you and how long I have been away from you, I drown in sorrow. To save myself from desolation, I try to think about the future in which I will see you in flesh again, after my mission on this planet ends. When I think of the exquisite feeling I would get at that moment, I console myself that the more I wait before seeing you again, the more pleasurable and extraordinary will be our encounter.
These words bring me to my topic, which concerns a chat I had with my landlords over a sumptuous dinner. We were trying to explain that inexplicable feeling we get sometimes, where the pleasure is immense, but it does not resemble anything we can easily explain. The pleasure is mostly intellectual bordering on transcendental, not physical and simple.
At one point, when I was listening to the couple, I realized that I had felt that way a few times when I was on our planet. It was at the time that we had met, but had not embarked on the journey together.
My mind would go at high speed, very high speed. It would behave like a multitude of neuron-based micro black holes with a peculiar characteristic: As soon a one of these feelings descended upon me, and I had the capacity to absorb it, a micro black hole formed in my neuron system which instantly absorbed the idea that gave me that feeling, and since that feeling was enormous, the micro black hole would be overwhelmed and disappear. Thus, on the one hand, I did not remember the thought that led to the feeling, and on the other, even if I did recall it, I would have to bring my mind down at that moment, to be able to describe it. Consequently, since I do not want to shorten those feelings, I do not try to write the feeling down. Consequently, that enormous feeling remains indescribable and often obscure.
From Boston, Massachusetts - 8 August, 2023 (Earth)