[ WP ] A man suddenly gains the ability to talk to his shadow . As they converse , it becomes apparent the shadow is real and the man is what the shadow casts .

There is a law of the universe that many fail to grasp. That which is the most, is not. It is a subtle law that often goes unnoticed. 
 
 `` I see.'' Arwin said. The concept was hard to grasp but it made sense. The Earth is called Earth but it is made of mostly bodies of water. The universe though is seen as visible stars is composed by majority of empty space. Here he is, the shadow of that void, the not of his own shadow. It never occurred to Arwin that the most living things were made of void, they were the most living because they never died. He was a shadow because he was temporary, his form is a by product of life force, an extra dimensional product that projects a momentary shape onto lower dimensions. 
 
 `` That makes no sense though,'' Arwin countered trying to reason at his last grasps at reality. `` What happens when I die? There would be no you.'' 
 
 The life force is not a single source. Like a light, and what Arwin considered to be his old perception of shadows, when a person moves out of the light the shadow disappears but the person is still there and can continue casting new shadows. Like his own shadow, Arwin's existence is determined by his Shadow's presence in the life force. This made Arwin uncomfortable. 
 
 `` No.'' Arwin said, `` it ca n't be. You say you exist in a higher dimension but here you are in two.'' 
 
 The shadow explained that it only appeared that way because Arwin can not see past three. There's a congruency between dimensionality of sets of numbers. For example there is a congruency between the 2nd and 4th dimension so it was easier for things from the 4th to have a less distorted projection in the 2nd than the third. 
 
 Arwin sat down. He brought his hand to his head. It was bad enough to be born without meaning but worse to find that his existence, all of existence, was an after thought. `` Ca n't you stay longer?'' Arwin asked almost pleading. His shadow apologized but the ultimate answer was no. Then as if nothing has happened his shadow went back to being a shadow. 
 
 Arwin would never forget this conversation. Days on end he would yell at his shadow, he would throw things at it, but the shadow only responded with its usual two dimensional mimicry of Arwin's actions. Days became weeks, months and years until Arwin forgot. When one day his shadow asked him. 
 
 `` Are you ready?'' 
 
 Arwin thought for a moment placing his cane against the door frame. He nodded and the shadow stepped out of the life force.
