Covered by the shape of his shepherd’s crook: sheep at play out in the field collapsing in on a dream he had as a child of slaying a giant with a handful of pebbles, the fall of the giant in slow motion, time-lapse imagery. Falling to the earth, the image of the giant faded to black and was reborn as a faint flickering light. David stared at it to see if he could go blind by looking. Growing larger in his vision, it blocked out all the light, all thought, all reason.

When the moon passed over the sun, the earth went dark. Animals hid. Humans cowered. A world bathed in superstition. The moon slid from the face of the sun. Light shone back at full intensity as if from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The whole of his brain then flickered on like a television screen. (This should be acknowledged as being anachronistic: the result of trying to extrapolate and describe images in terms modern mediums for those are our oracles not his.).

Camels with ropes over their humps trudged across the desert sand. Pulling behind them huge blocks made of glass. Prismatic in the sun, the sands of the desert turned red, then orange, orange into yellow into green from green to blue disappearing, infrared, ultraviolet, till finally their flickering stopped and they coated the desert sand like a stripped swathe of carpeting.

Transparent blocks surrounded David. Dripping water into pools of sand and mud, each pool a message. A camel walked through the puddle, a crescent shaped hoof print embedded in the muddy soil. The imprint soon filled with water on whose surface the image of the giant appeared. He fell on a continuous loop. There was no evidence of what caused it. Only the great collapse played over and over again in the tiny pool. Sometimes in dynamic slow motion, sometimes sped to an unrecognizable blur. The light of the sun reflected there and pushed the vision of the giant back into the darkened recesses. Brighter it glowed while growing smaller. Smaller than when David was a toddler. Life before he could remember it.