Novelty.
As the pinnacle of all disciplines and modes of operation, as the most robust and elusive theoretical concept, and as the two collide in the very windshield we are looking through, novelty seems to fit in a patterned and splotchy way. Each particle and each ethereal sinew are lined and traced with the substance of dynamic vitality, when indeed they forge into the void fresh and present as such as: a matter of fact.
I once learned that the Greeks’ view of how human beings progress forward in time was that we kept steadily onward, backward. “They saw the future as something that came upon them from behind their backs, the past receding away before their eyes.” The future is inspiration for every ornate or grotesque presupposition of the definition of “elusive”. It is black and motionless, and as vast as the pupils of our eyes. We now see all that is behind, fading away and getting smaller. If we were to look forward, we should be careful that we do not bump into things on the way. Tomorrow will probably come, it comes much more than not. Why not look much closer to home? Why, looking straight forward is becoming quite the conundrum, for how shall we look forward into space and also time? The end of the story is totally a mystery.
To the untrained eye, that is.
Process.
Time and again we feel the seemingly unfathomable and the seemingly absurd motion that inhabits the nature of change, like the tectonic plates churning as slow as if they were never moving. We are so medium, when compared to the light and the forces beneath our feet. We are building cities on cold lava and our lights used to burn with the fruit of the slowly growing tree.
It does not matter how close or far away the end is, there certainly is one, though we seem to keep bending and stretching the matter. Truly space and time seem to vary on any given day. One moment is hardly noticed and the other is excruciating. Do we know the moment now? How will we ever reach the end without the redefinition of what we inhabit?
Are we in eternity now, only inhibited by our stature and circumstance? Does finite ever meet infinite? Certainly it is the case that 1 is the whole and a supremely small integer.
Agency
Our hands, and the vast domain they are given to obtain and manipulate are central and always grasping. It only depends on whether or not a ‘vast impersonal force’ has given your hands work to do already, if truly are able to carry out what these appendages blindly learn to discover themselves. Discoveries are mere engagements with the puny or otherwise immeasurable substance of what does not ever die. It only changes; it heats up, speeds up, cools down, slows down, is transformed or kept pristine in the procedures not in our body’s vocabulary. It happens that our ‘lasting’ make and model is so congenial to the reality of what encapsulates our nerves and our breath.
Relationship
Alas all of the wonders and dull moments pass away vaguely and indefinitely if we have nobody else to savor and bear it with. Finding the distances between similarities and differences can be as hallucinatory as any could possibly like. Two are the same in the same trip, just like I have never met the same person twice. Both I and they are similar; we are similar to how we have always been, and they are as similar now as they were when we met them, however, by every moment that passes, we are entirely and completely unique. They are also as similar as everyone else we have met, and we are as similar as any we could ever meet, but, happily, we and they are unable to help just how different we are this day to the next to ourselves and to them.
Our lenses contribute to the reasonableness of another, while simultaneously it can distract even the most pronounced disagreement. For me to see you, today, is not what I will see tomorrow. That can only happen now. We are just this, pushed and pulled and sometimes half asleep, sometimes much too vibrant, though, at present, fitting into the big and small, the fast and slow, and the inconceivable relatives that generally resemble the entire with its parts. It is much better together, on a given day.
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