From one second to the next, the hands of the clock slowly turn & age.
As the metronomes, pendulums, and coffin dwellers tightrope through the great flow, I exhale a never-ending soliloquy which cannot hope to rise above it's nature.
All text ever written, all shrewd movements of the quill, appear black on pages of black. The great speeches that have ended wars and made goosebumps flourish across the moldy sphere have been as great a silence as oblivion.
The universe is one thing sliced into components by the brief, emotional abstractions that wiggle and convulse from the passage of time. These abstractions rank their surroundings, some more numerically than others, but only one equation exists. X = X. You are I and I am you. We are forever together and forever alone. We are forever.
The stage of flow which interprets this flow focuses not on the flow. We base our lives not on our trains of thought, but on their conclusions. This is what makes earthquakes devastating, first love so torturing and yet so sweet, electricity useful, & war so inevitable. Only one conclusion can be made however from these trains of thought. "A train of thought has occurred and it made the universe breathe."
These words I type, these blog posts, are squeezed through rotten teeth in a land uninhabited. The creaking of dead branches in the wind remind me of this obscurity. My words rise up for a moment and then burrow deep into the earth's crust to be seldom seen again. I am everything I've ever interacted with, however. This obscurity is relative. In one moment I am both the completely veiled and the impossibly revealed. Let my words rot! Let my words soar! I love my friends. I love my foes..... but my trains of thought usually seem to favor the friends... it's evolutionary.
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