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This is the sixth piece in my Monsters with Magic Shapes series.
For me this piece is about self education and expansion. The cube being a symbol for an application of the acquired knowledge through rigorous study and spiritual inquietude.

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  I sat, transfixed on the wall of books behind the old man. A subtle cough broke my focus and I returned my attention to him. He didn't say anything but instead pulled a book off of the shelf and slid it across the table towards me.
   The book was bound in tanned leather, gilded pages, and a golden hexagon embossed on the cover. I instantly clutched the hexagon necklace he gave me several months ago. Excitedly I opened the book and thumbed through a few pages.
"It... it's blank!" I stuttered darting confusedly back to the old man.
  He beamed.
I suddenly recalled a story about an old Master who didn't know how to read or write, however he was blessed with a very special gift. He could place a book on his heart and absorb the essence of wisdom from it without turning a page.
"I am no Master," I frowned to myself, "but I'll try anyway."
I placed the book against my heart and instantly felt a wave of energy hit me. I became surrounded by a beam of wisdom. History presented itself flashing various glimpses of people, places, and information. Alphabets morphed and intertwined with each other, continents melted, merged, separated, and sunk away. Planets spun, wound, unwound, clustered and crunched until there was white.
  Bright White Light.

I blinked
                   and
                           found myself in the park staring up at the starry sky.
I guess I should head home.
Work tomorrow.

******
Adobe Illustrator CC

Description
This is the sixth piece in my Monsters with Magic Shapes series.
For me this piece is about self education and expansion. The cube being a symbol for an application of the acquired knowledge through rigorous study and spiritual inquietude.

******
  I sat, transfixed on the wall of books behind the old man. A subtle cough broke my focus and I returned my attention to him. He didn't say anything but instead pulled a book off of the shelf and slid it across the table towards me.
   The book was bound in tanned leather, gilded pages, and a golden hexagon embossed on the cover. I instantly clutched the hexagon necklace he gave me several months ago. Excitedly I opened the book and thumbed through a few pages.
"It... it's blank!" I stuttered darting confusedly back to the old man.
  He beamed.
I suddenly recalled a story about an old Master who didn't know how to read or write, however he was blessed with a very special gift. He could place a book on his heart and absorb the essence of wisdom from it without turning a page.
"I am no Master," I frowned to myself, "but I'll try anyway."
I placed the book against my heart and instantly felt a wave of energy hit me. I became surrounded by a beam of wisdom. History presented itself flashing various glimpses of people, places, and information. Alphabets morphed and intertwined with each other, continents melted, merged, separated, and sunk away. Planets spun, wound, unwound, clustered and crunched until there was white.
  Bright White Light.

I blinked
                   and
                           found myself in the park staring up at the starry sky.
I guess I should head home.
Work tomorrow.

******
Adobe Illustrator CC