Prose

The reason for the expedition had lost its meaning.  Everyone was now interested in what they were seeing about them other than that for which we had originally come.  The expression on all of their faces seemed to tell the story plain enough but, there was evident a certain degree of conscience which prevailed in them which appeared to override their own personal desires.  This I noticed with anticipated concern for after all, if it were not for training prior the expedition all would have been lost on reaching this point.  They would have become irrational like the things they were witnessing taking place before their very eyes.
I looked at them once again and could have easily read their minds but managed to resist the temptation for if I had done so, would have fallen into the same threshold they had.  It was just like walking through a dream relating to your own sub-conscious mingled with your conscious deep integrated personal desires and screened in your mind with harsh realism.  Anyone who had experienced this before and was able to be disillusioned, as I had been, stood the chance of escaping its hypnotic hold on the mind, those who didn't were doomed.
Once in its spell they could witness everything in terms of personal desires; things that happened to them in the past and things that "would happen" to them in the future.  The effect of this threshold could also be moulded into the way you wanted things to happen which was the main factor that once caught you could not get out.  Without my help and understanding they would never have been able to re-materialize from a world of irrational feelings and capabilities where time and space were their servants and each one's desires their master as the Fifth Dimension.
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Note: A very early piece written many years ago.