They remember science, order, structure and logic. All of these are now crushed and stretched. Imploded and exploded. Reconstituted into a muddy mush of confusion that moves in every direction; besides the direction they are looking. No more assumptions. They've been carved apart. They cannot be measured anymore. At random moments on the curve of the Clockwise Periphery, they hear something laughing backwards, a sidewards gash in the swirl of All-Sworling.
