Tolle Lege is spoken to Augustine in the garden, yet it often feels like it was a former self of mine who told those words, or rather sent them through time/space/matter to his mind.
And by ‘self of mine’ I do not mean my ego but somepart of everyone, something spoken by many, many people and heard by many, many people through Augustine’s esrs.
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
Who is not guilty.
As soon as I accuse I am guilty.
Your dispassionate acknowledgement aches as much as that I aver myself to you in dispassion, presumeably.
Share and share alike says the one with no vested interest in sharing.
What are we to make of this?, says the hardworking young lady who only recently became vested.
Benevolence could unsuspectingly become malificence here.
Here in our position. Do we care?
But what would they know of us, anywazy.
They would know what we allowed and told.
Because as beautiful nobodies, we dodge gazes but come together in verbal symetry.
Approximate meaning is art.
Found in list of German terms mostly used for effect
THEOLOGY: kunstprosa aka artistic prose
AE am16 years past 18 only to realize I just needed to tolle lege “roman à clef” or “à clef” as some dictionaries prefer.
After I did, a walrus showed up with a tooth pick, surely to eat me I assume! When he finally cracked the shell and got to my goodn’ tasty spots, the Walrus plucks out this tiny, heavy with gravity pebble which he proceeds to Pop in his face hole.
Next thing I remember, I’m standing alone on the shore. My body feels doubley massive…
–like some wave interference pattern is refracting my metabolism in some all to-
gether new way.
The original compound returns but it has extra dimensions/multitudes than it initially had, and yet the compound never underwent any physical change at all. It seemed like it did even though of course it wouldn’t; but, don’t you remember me promising to do the Algerian BootStrap feat for you? In fact, you will recall that I’ve already told you that I’ve stepped on stage and announced my intent. Furthermore, whether you revelate or not, the Trick is already afoot with its inexorable ways.
You can already hear the wheels turning if you listen hard.
The case for horror literature
Stephen King makes his case for the
…the horror story as both literature and entertainment, a living part of twentieth-century literature…They are books and stories which seem to me to fulfill the primary duty of literature— to tell us the truth about ourselves by telling us lies about people who never existed.”
Danse Macabre, Stephen King