Playing with words leads to playing with worlds. And the other way round.
I played with worlds today. There was this twin planet with three suns and half a moon (don't ask me about the technical details, I'm hopeless). The locals communicated directly, mind to mind, if they wanted to be vague, especially in formal situations and business negotiations; or with words, when they talked about nuances of their feelings and music.
Before they died they chose a single person, a single situation and a single wisdom from their current life to remember in their next one.
At the sunset, their suns regrouped to make a spectacular tricoloured triangle in the sky. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing, went out and worshiped one of the suns - they were fee to choose which - as the bright circles went under.
And this is when I returned home, as we all do from our strange journeys. Because, at the end of the day, there is only one (crazy) world, one sun, one (full) moon, one earth, one death - and one life.
