A slow-scribing of the instant is like taking a neo-antique polaroid. And, in contrast, while totality flash can be brilliantly specific there is yet something unrecorded in the hyper-span … on atomic quiver … of our neural projection zone. This is only slightly eeire, given that the something is more like an absence than a presence at the best of times. What is it?
Indeed. There are those, especially One, much better able to give whispering voice to what it is than me. But. Comparisons are odious. So. It is a stargate: summoned by no insistence and opening to no need. It is micro-momentary in visibility while being invisibly continuous on the other side of blindness. Where seeing is not bio-digital, but unified with quantum-sensing of limitless range.
It is key to instant destination at any moment … truly charmed … in the myth of quest. And right now is completely withdrawing from description. Leaving these few words not at a loss, but quietly knowing in this world’s lostness. Where to be found is to be gone. And where to be gone is to be present. So to say.
