To So Acausally Be Alive
They were there even if no human – no human technology – could detect them. There, deep below the surface of that ocean.
But she had dreamed of them, every day for months, and just had to go. Down, deep down, where no human could survive. Would they welcome or ignore her so leaving her to die?
Nevertheless, she dived; she had to dive there from a chartered boat and miles beyond where the ocean left the island of Puerto Rico far far behind. Dived in her wet-suit, in her life-giving mask with her deep-sea tanks of breathable Earth atmosphere strapped upon her human back.
But no one – no human, no alien being or beings – came to save her. And so she descended, unconscious, down deeper down, until her human life left her and her body touched, deathly fell upon, the dark abyssal ocean floor.
But something – something strange and not quite human within her – somehow remained alive; unseeing, unthinking in human words; and needing no breathable atmosphere to live. For some-thing within her was somehow aware in a non-phenomenal, unhuman, way of some type of non-body dwelling living beings surrounding and welcoming her, there.
She, the human, was dead. A mere corpse to be fed upon by such sightless sea – ocean-dwelling – denizens as had evolved to exist in such a watery unlit deep.
But the un-human part of her was home, at last. Home and now living in those acausal, those timeless, dimensions where some of her Earth-seeding ancestors still lived. For as she then so wordlessly understood every descended semi-human being had to mortally, to causally, die in order to so acausally live.