Between Me and You
If you find my writing inaccessible, take care it's not just you.
For most of us, this will be the first time we'll have consciously witnessed rhythm turning into pitch, then turning back to rhythm. dantepfer, Rhythm / Pitch Duality
This is worded better elsewhere. Which, these nine words in, is unfortunate. I will like have not found them myself, in myself. Words are the kindness of presence, not its progenation.
Slowing down, make present - words! Stick a thought through a conversation. Now 25% easier to exist! Another possibility to the day, the throat and it's sentence, formed. Start here:
On people like thise my family, vaccines are not tested. They get pushed to market, tested there, 1 in 5 of family have died - a racist doctor, malparactice there, statistical outliers, drunk practitioner, oops, oops, oops, all gencide.
The periodic table experiences budget cuts. Hydrogen alone can fix it: flawless fascist empire, universe of man and wife. Clean air. Perfect secant. Protector and center of attention. Atomic reality, core presence, power. All other elements cut.
Think I am pro-vaccines? I am (before words, I was not). I remember the reddit comment fondly, sixteen words - they greive my loss, thank my family that theirs may live. That's all it took. We pay with our lives. All we ever do.
Twelve clicks on some keyboard I never see by some person I never meet. Same twelve and you've paid a bill, renewed insurance, or booked that appointment. All the ways a calendar lives rent free in all the minds of the people who must serve it to live. Legacy collective tradition.
I don't find present collective consciousness to continue. I think it gets eaten. Ours lives out its life, more and more people miss the date, law focuses, like magnifying glass, compromising drive by optimizing isolation - it's miraculous immolation by design. "Save the date," a weight.
Electron, unable to hold together this bunker nation of a present, "lost the wife," nucleus fell asleep, soon after, the electron mistakes the pale and its resonance for the nulcleus, and leaves her, hallucinates another hydrogen, and deuterium is born.
Model the world, scale that. Run it. One pattern and time is made cleanser. Not compatible with the "vaccine" of linear time, lose insurance, get purged, wind up on streets, the day doing its thing to until they're gone. More for us. Yes, no one deserved this. Your math and deservedness are misaligned. Are you root?
I approach orphanhood. Your equation removes a factor from both sides, simplifies. The one me, the other you, binary world made so real a data scientist has a scalple. Cuts it out, discard the rest. Words have mass. Information is light.
Photosynthesize, a bit plant. Populate a world, screen, here, I shine. LED. I write because I am light, light is curious - how are you about to grow? Will you recognize my light? Is it any of these words at all the ones you take to like air?
Words! On a page! Written by me! Stimulating your optic nerve! [...] Words! Coming out of my face! Vibrating against your tympanic membrane! Hope Jahren, contact page .
Gravity must slide past something to go down. Be slid past, form worlds, you receive me. Thx.