i haven’t figured out a thing despite all appearances. because there is nothing ‘to’ figure out. to land nowhere, to free fall, is beyond all your wildest dreams of what is or isn’t, because it falls totally out of that sphere. to claim anything is the ultimate joke. you become known as—if you let it be known. but which happens, you have absolutely no control.
you are just here dancing along to a beautiful song—wildly floored because you have no idea how you end up here. killing everything and coming to life. and now it feels like any claim at all about what you ‘have to do’ or ‘why you should do’ seems utterly ridiculous. to think you could is the ultimate illusion. you purge. everything is thrown out of your system. in an instant? over time? i don’t know anymore what those things even mean for they only apply to a storyteller in a dream. what the hell would even be instant but a measurement or cessation of time? is that what they mean?
time doesn’t stop. it is seen as arbitrary, a measurement used to make sense of, but totally illusory when examined further.
this random instrument that measures the passage of time as though we can verify time as a thing. all things fall out of the window because they cannot actually be measured or verified but by the very thing with which creates the measurement/verification. we are dancing on, on top of, around, below, all directions, around this immeasurable thing using a thing of measurement. what a crazy, wild. thing.