…times when one seems utterly to disintegrate (!)


Flipping and catching the ruler, one finds that things look different from the different ends. The ends of the scale, while a seamless whole, give disparate images. The Whole of Life transcends, the particulars of it opinionate & form reality tunnels. Chaos is not the quarter of it. Falling into silence, the gathered Zen practitioners zig zag across the plain on Razor scooters, only rarely being fooled by Maya into zugzwang. No riots obtain when riding rails of fantabulosity, careening between the monster that croaks, ‘I, I, I’ & the loopdemous squawk & blither of all the parroty subroutines throwing up screens of mimetic¹ garble from moments & days & years past. While there are stretches of calm at times, among and between nutrition & sleep hygiene & increasing and decreasing osmotic gradients of intoxicants, yet also, there can be times when one seems utterly to disintegrate although still ambulatory & alert (or is this a problem of memory holes? Well, perhaps sometimes to some degrees, as are all things to all things). Sly between the paths of the Nautilus and those of the Bumblebees, question not your faith, but realize that your faith is in life itself instead of some manic or masochistic semantic construct. Let go the firmness of your seizure onto particular schemata & formulae & recipes of processes, and fly into a fugue of recombinant dance and metasyntactic flow. While each to themselves reiterated that to each his own & that it takes all kinds, additionally there was a rain of nerves & Nerve as The Battle Within endeavored to pin the world to your efforts. Yet our world has never been thus or so, so in time, ponder the mega parallels of many minds, how each find their own ways & fan out to perturb the world in ways that command structures could neither muster nor contemplate.


¹ ‘mimetic’ ≠ ‘memetic’

Image 1: Ramblings From a Writer’s Mind  ::::: Google Images terms: ‘metasyntactic screw’

Image 2: Yam Draws ::::: Google Images terms: ‘nautilus maya’

#protip: Stuck? Try writing a stub or a list on an index card. Attack one bullet. Your vehicle is an assemblage of small parts #writersblock

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