The sun shied back into the woods, partially concealed behind a cloak of mist and residual angular trajectory.
It gave the morning a quintessence of allure and glamour, even including that tinge of melancholy which the Vested feel.
I suppose nostalgia may be a more apt descriptor than melancholy.
Then again, I guess both words are completely right & dexter yet, simulateously, inappropriate.
The sun tests the boundary condition between night and day; everyday it rises.
I test the boundary condition within to see how supple and malleable I be without shattering into infinity just yet.
Slightly aggressive, especially if feeling
Total arousal of senses. Endocrine ; adrenaline ; spite but not smite at The Smug who think shes blind.
Eyes cutting sidewards, upwards to the left or downwards
i.e. any way but candidly.
Only one mouse spoke words to make her honest shudders occur.
UnLike the ignorant liars, soothsayers, mad pipers, would be priors, et al.
Facading smile worn in protection of someone or something. Such a precious, protective pretense should be judged not.
We keep Stretching until tendons roll over bits of lingering softness.
Until ligaments distend symmetricaly and transform that which was almost unrecognizable into something that is inexorably unrecognizable.
Dont own rights, but iggy owns rights to US punk verbe.
This has been reincarnated, to my limited experience, twice ( ala Michael Hutchence < of INXS, RIP > and the miraculous Deftones and MJK).
Listen to this track on great headphones and hear so much additional quintessence.
Why does this Harvard mathematician say that science is built upon the axiom “0 exists”? by Joshua Engel https://www.quora.com/Why-does-this-Harvard-mathematician-say-that-science-is-built-upon-the-axiom-0-exists/answer/Joshua-Engel?ch=99&share=e5b9759c&srid=CWTwk
I do the words and let others do the math, generally speaking.
So , I appreciate those that can communicate numbers into words.
Words should still not be considered second to numbers.
It’s not a competition, to say the absolute least.
I told my sister I live to work and she said gross.
She misunderstands. We all work all the time.
We all move from a place we could call motivation to action.
Do you know yours? If so, what it is and how does it change?
How does it make your garden grow? Does it feel glad in the rain and sun and cold or heat?
How do you balance the swinging pendulum that becomes time’s arrow’s trajectory?
How do you know when to flee the vital activa for that which is its polar opponent?
Can you tell if you’re moving with no mirror to see?
Painfully lonely, not so much.
Suspensed in waiting for manifestation. Arouses my want for love, flesh, desire.
Incorrect to assume that time is one dimensional.
Let’s imagine 2D time in the pic below
Vector. Precession. Equinox.
Circadian. Cellular time.
*rotation of fixed stars (!) and precession of the equinoxes
, seasons on the planet, circadian rhythms of daylight and darkness, evidenced by cellular time.
Here we encounter the challenge of extrapolating between these two dimensions.
Eventually may we reconcile our eternal being with our transiency.
>the Mind bypasses its middle range, dismisses the conditioning it has been subjected to.
Eternal being : transciency?
Seed : plant?
Seeds: DNA remains constant, mutating very slowly if at all.
Plants: which unfolds the seed in an incomparably faster time sequence.
I try to imagine absorbing cosmic energy on inhale, as
by repeating space inverted in a vacuum inside.
Space only has meaning for matter.
Perhaps at transcendent levels of our thinking-space is irrelevant.
A gradual transitions between extremes and expectations
I went back to the Forest to transform.
Upon leaving, I found myself and there she was unrecognized but not yet unrecognizable.