Between Mending and Tearing
Wherein the human is the concern...
Between Mending and Tearing
📘 The Book Ritual - Alistair Aitcheson
((Spaced) Out)
To get through something, do you ever count to number? Maybe you notice everyone staring out the observation window at the flood river, so (in place of asking if they're all possessed or infected or are bots), you do the same. Until the train going the other way breaks line of sight, and most of them return to thier own belief in what to focus on; so you do.
The one person, who's what-to-focus-on is they are not recording any footage, pulls out their phone and just images what they're looking at. Before, hand on chin, they settle in for overcast rails under wraparound windows. Or the way the train car swoops to the side - a new divot in the ground. Every neuron (exceedingly) aware that a small bit of the earth has found its way to shift.
kuh-duct, kuh-duct
Seeing, Speaking
Let's pause on the neurons [[[[right] as the wave] in the train] ripples through]. Most of the neurons live in the human. The human, a known presence, affords questions. The human today is exhausted today. Neurons asked to "play a guy" come stock with every parental matrix. Experience from babble through into word, sentence, even punctuation: consistent.
Neurons play their guy in kind: the train lists 8 degrees, so the people (four humans high off the ground) need to move. Neurons more interested in everyone else's setups more than their own might need less; (they've spread out to the local area, their local human) just one communique with the nervous systems in the surrounding they tend.
))Cave( In(
To noticing a thing is much more of a miracle. In some fundamental sense. Than neurons that call the human home. (Aquiring space to notice this is not a small process!) Neurons who call the human home eat no meals of quiet fire. A big-foom energy is their meal. Leaving them starving with no reserves to cook the next meal - as to pass a high-octane mess through the human. This stems a strong sense (made social norm), it is the belief only neurons in the conversation are local ones this neuron can directly contact:
But masks are totally a thing - a local area of neurons are in conversation all the time!
Stopping with just the shared mouth clouds of our area's breath is not merely arbitrary. It is the human's shallowest offer. The human offers worship! Games! Cute times. fun times. Sad times They are places the world fin[ ]s. Finds their place in here, their connection to the human. As the water, as all the water:
- becoming the human, or
- yet to be.
Or becoming a rock, falling from the orbit of the human after being inhales as comet dust and traveling around, finally falling as breath on a window. This refeshing stone around the human.
The human is likely to pick up any stone on the ground. They will carry that! Be that stone. Step out the body, neuron. You (all) don't fit in there; It's causing creases (causing tears)!
Nothing social norms allow the human to do will stop you. The human likes the burn (I think). And being told what to do. That's not true everywhere, but the human doesn't like much of anywhere at all, and remember - the human is you! All neurons, the whole train in the wave together, wondering if this is it. If the human offered its last, wild ride this time. And then ...the train settles! (Sparks!) you survived! You did it, you did it all! Done! Done surviving. (((Can we?) Be done surviving.) It was fun, right.) Is it fun anymore?
Can We Check In?
Is it (survival)? Fun. Live in the human, your human, got it - I see you, I get it. You your human, no one else. Sure. It's your line - keep all the pee. (You now will thank you later.) Compost the poop; in seven years - long enough for all the cells in your human to be replaced - poop can grow a crop of food. (Eat yourself.) A smallerworld you inside yourself zip! Neuron-in-neuron (NiN), buttons that keep growing buttons on them, each crop another button on top of the last button; the first pressed, the alpha button.
That can be it - one nueron to press them all. Except! this nueron is so specialized to be fastest, other neurons just read (read: renamed) the first neuron to mean "0th" in place of 1st (since the first nueron is only good at being first, it doesn't signal much of anything other than that - that's it's (ha-ha)one thing.).
Not noticing the train is tilting. Failing curiosity in others' patterns, behaviors. Surviving has nothing on this, on other peoples reactions to a train tilting. Metabolize it. Spit that out as words - occasion.
The Only Concern
Is the human the only concern?
Sure?
That's the place you neuron make sense. You pulse, your pulse matters to the next pulse it finds, mattering to that neighbor. Migrate to an animal and live that, neighbirhood. Migrate back to the human, carrying your vacation in service to that animal - the human is the only concern.
Not even you, just: the human. Not the human this day one year from now. The human now. Ask you one year from now what they want. They sit (they always sit). A few button presses from being a button. Same as you. Another survivaling. You can (almost) lay your button over their button. Hold them in prayer. Thank them for service, for theirs.
I[ ]s a functional culture