Viewpoint is a Fiction Short Story. A fearsome thing is a thing you're afraid of and it has nothing whatever to do with whether others are afraid, nor with whether it is in fact dangerous. It's your view of the matter that counts! There was a dizzy, sickening whirl of mental blackness not true blackness, but a mind enveloping darkness that was filled with the multi colored little sparks of thoughts and memories that scattered through the darkness like tiny glowing mice, fleeing from something unknown, fleeing outwards and away toward a somewhere that was equally unknown; scurrying, moving, changing each half recognizable as it passed, but leaving only a vague impression behind. Memories were shattered into their component data bits in that maelstrom of not quite darkness, and scattered throughout infinity and eternity. Then the pseudo dark stopped its violent motion and became still, no longer scattering the fleeing memories, but merely blanketing them. And slowly ever so slowly the powerful cohesive forces that existed between the data bits began pulling them back together again as the not blackness faded. The associative powers of the mind began putting the frightened little things together as they drifted back in from vast distances, trying to fit them together again in an ordered whole. Like a vast jigsaw puzzle in five dimensions, little clots and patches formed as the bits were snuggled into place here and there.
