Zebra Colors

"All of this is all too foreign to me," I cried out, staring at the rows of Chinese characters which were extremely pleasing to my eyes.  They, the characters, were like music, but even grander.  Yet perhaps it was so because I did not comprehend them entirely.  I saw them as droplets of sheer magma, exploding with a curiously warm and silent glare.  At other times, I saw them as pure ice, glinting under the weak sun, and wavering like black leaves.  If the alphabet is organismic, Chinese characters are geological.  Caves and mountains, you name them.  The galaxy.