A blue light engulfed the area.  Simon tried to move but he couldn't.  He groaned at the thought of opening his eyes and procrastinated the action.  Simon thought that he had been struck by lightning.  "Am I dead?" 

He opened his eyes and looked around.  White.  All he could see was white.  There was no ground at his feet nor any sky above his head.  Nothingness shot out infinitely into every axis imaginable. 

He started to look below his feet.  He began to wonder about how he wasn't falling.  There was alot of nothing underneath of him.  The thought of falling forever entered his head.  Fear gripped his stomach.  At that very moment, Simon found himself in a free fall.  "HolyShit, I'm gonna die, Oh God, I'm gonna die.."   

 After several minutes of this had elapsed, Simon figured that he was onlydreaming.  He decided that he would just relax and enjoy the descent.

Simon didn't wake up.  

As he kept falling, he tried to recall what he was doing before that big blue flash, before being stuck in this place he was now beginning to loathe..

"I was in the library and then I went outside to get a bottle of water.  I sat down and took a sip.  God that water was refreshing.  I needed that.  OK, then I closed my eyes and started to think.  I was thinking about thoughts.  What thoughts were.  Where thoughts came from.  How they went from a basic neurological impulse to an abstract intangible idea.  Like they come from something that is truly nothing and turn into nothing that is truly something.  Like a reverse evaporation.  Aren't thoughts just a collection of words?   ...Thoughts cannot be explained by words, because the first words were formed by thoughts themselves...So that would leave me to beleive that thoughts are...

Simon couldn't recall the las part of his little mid day revelation.  But at least he had stopped falling. 

"Very good, Simon.  Very good", echoed a lady's voice, far across the nowhere-somewhere that Simon occupied.

Although Simon was startled, he was half releived to have company.  The fact that he was hearing a female's voice didn't hurt either.  When he opened his eyes he was blown away.  This woman looked like she was out of a fairytale that was dreamt up by a fairytale character.  She was beyond belief.  

Her face lit up the area like a diamond chandalier, her eyes were pleasantly slanted, but open enough to display her sparkling green eyes.  Her lips and nose were small and slender, as if they were bowing down to those magnifcent eyes.  The word beauty had no business even trying to describe her.  She was wearing a silky translucent cloth that flowed gracefully all throughout the mountains and canyons of her coffee colored body.  Her hair flowed on for ages, sweeping her footprints off of the blue sand which she was gliding across.

Simon tried to say a simple hello, but couldn't.  He just say there and stared.  

"I noticed that you were onto some pretty interesting things there, thoughts you call them"

Simon continued to stare dumbly.  

Can you speak?

It took all the strength in his mind, body, and soul just to utter a squeaky "Hello"

The woman laughed, "Oh don't be shy sweetie, Do you know where you are?"

"Heaven?"

The woman laughed again, this time a little harder.  She covered her mouth and smiled at Simon.  "No, I'm sorry, dear.  This is not heaven.

Feeling a little more relaxed, Simon asked, "Where am I then?

"That is a good question, dear.  Do you remember what you were just thinking about?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about thoughts."

"Yes, you were.  And do you remember the last thought you had on that bench?

"Kind of.  I was thinking about how we formulated language from thoughts, therefore thoughts are more than just brainwaves, and then...I don't really know.  Hey why do you have sand under your feet and I have nothing under mine?

"Don't be silly dear.  Just think about sand being under your feet."

Simon thought about sand being under his feet.  Sure enough sand appeared.  Although it was pale, not blue.

"Hmm pale sand, I'm guessing your from Earth?"

"Uh yeah.   Are we on some other planet?"

"Nevermind that for now.  The woman swirled some of her blue sand onto Simon's.  "Here, sit down."  Simon looked hesitantly at the blue sand.  "Oh stop it, hunny you have no other choice than to trust me.  Sit down"

Simon agreed and sat. The blue sand was really warm.  It felt like it was massaging his buttocks and thighs as he sat in it.  "Hey this blue sand feels pretty good.  What's in this stuff?"  The woman replied,"I don't know.  It feels normal to me, then again I'm not from where you're from,  so I can't tell.  Anyhow, I need you to remember the last thought you had before..."

"Before what?"

Simon watched the expression in the woman's face shift into a more serious expression.  She didn't appear to be angry, but she looked slightly troubled.

"I don't really know how to explain this to you, so I'm just going to say it.  You figured out the mystery of human consciousness on that park bench.  Like you said before, Simon, thoughts existed in humans before words.  Humans have always had minds.  But the general misconception is that human's minds live in their brains...  Oh screw it.  Simon you evaporated on that park bench!  You're inside of your mind....Or at least your share of the mind...