Theater of Utter Charm Part 15

the inside attempting to outside each with its own absurd shopping list we are after all composite beings clumps and aggregates and glomerations made up from all the faces we have seen all the people we have imagined to have seen in dreams and daily fugues that is mostly to ultimately unintended the question has always been can different causes result in the same expression only if the picture is incomplete said the village idiot where any compromise implies knowledge of a better and a worse state from the point of view of absolute longevity that is which we'll shorten to levity for convenience's sake ha ha boundaries go thin go porous disappear at the center of any fence line at rest teetering with anticipation knowing that the plenitude of category has many many many infinite infinite infinite there the three fabled infinities from which we form all our attractions repulsions and amnesias too often appearing strenuously to be beyond our strength and very way far too often we redundantly do not wish to know what we know our conflicts errors and unhappinesses and other archaic photocopy classifications mutter excuse me from instant to instant wildly erratic from time to time on schedule but a self is a read head and knows it is a read head so take it out for a walk from time to time for a little grassy knoll ozone a little perspective a little expansion being that time is derivative of space and we derivatives of both chronically failing to approach phenomena or the contemplation of phenomena as a factor of resolution what did you do today begs how much detail do you want we can only conclude that words fail us even as warning semaphores look around you do the math we talk and describe in a default shorthand a "Cliff's Notes" with its contour and pattern and calculus shaped by servility detectors with trauma skewed priorities yes by cruel survival needs from infancy helplessness multiplied by memory where familiar is an understatement in the disturbed sedimentary layers next to the hammered pilings of the city beneath the sea unable to avoid neither itch nor a flat iron to the head occasionally leading us to observe unflinchingly as you magnify or otherwise amplify the dimensions of your personal silhouette in divine ratio to your problems that may recede but never disconnect probability has always been a smaller venue than possibility From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon