To state the obvious, for it is in a pensive state of mind can I easily express the conundrums that riddle the deeper recesses of my mind. To wonder whether the current journey stands exposed with the path that I chose to carve or whether it was a tumulus wave of thoughts that crashed suddenly in front, ashore a beach that lay scattered with the remnants of the immediate future whose shore it lays to claim.
It is like living in all totality a novel, read rather easily but with some claim to a fantastic and unusual descriptive power, bought suddenly to life by the many myriads of reality, a seizure of a current phase of time, and the end of a paragraph, nay a chapter whose successor seems at times suddenly dreadful and suddenly exciting.
Time seems to be concentrated in some moments, concentrated by a cleansing of perception that the change brings, and the very change in the making blurs earlier.
Unknown elements, external factors, come out like sudden phantoms and dance a dance like ghosts would, in a sudden explosion of freedom, from the caves of darkness they lay caged in.
Such,(sic-in this case)and such, keeps happening, like an algorithm that beats hidden, underlying in the cycle of all things ( a much better phrase than using the word 'nature')...reminding of the many words of the many men who lived, yet by my limited perception and the deception of nature whom I cannot withhold now, ' myriad expression of light falling on the screen of your perception, the projector - the great known yet unknowable, singularly churning the great drama' which I currently perceive.
It is like an act, me suddenly thrown, a sudden glare of the lights, a flash of brightness, momentarily ceasing anything else, and then like an actor unknowingly emerging, suddenly, ready, in the readiness of the play.
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