Title: Short of What it Was
(Aun is lost in memory as he tries to recall what he knew of the glorious object that obsesses him. It has a quality in his vision that he cannot readily express. He feels as if he is falling towards comprehension, reaching out to grasp a new and alien concept...)
Aun: I didn’t know what to make of it, but for a time it brought a new intensity to my vision.
Just for an instant, and then it was gone! I tried to touch it and was punished for my presumption.
But since then, I seem to see it in my dreams, or think that I see it. It never seems as glorious as it was when I first beheld it.
But when I try to tell Chax about it, or even make sense of it myself, and relate it to words that I know…
(Aun feels himself falling past the glorious vision, unable to touch it.)
Aun: I always fall so short of what it was.
