A Secant Query

Between Put and Place

Wherein preferences leave artifacts...

Between Put and Place

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Intentionality is what make it fireworks.

Otherwise, it's explosions in space. Supernova after supernova: explosion? Or fireworks? The mountain (at the top of which one plus one stops equalling one, and equals two). End of time, up there, separation. Slowing the whole whatflowever down. God, move as pyramids move. Slink. As every pyramid today has slinked.

A hand fits the traveled distance; Pyramids move slow. Take your glance at this dance. It's yours. See them move. Across your palm. Like an orb.

Like dew on a leaf, just... πŸ«—

Fawn. Or run this algorithm for me: search indexes for contact juggling flietype:gif .

One traversal across the palm is a pyramid's step. A corner's step. An edge's step. Like lines on paper, this drag. The tip puts on the orbit. Like a star. Blooming like wild volunteer, for this. What happening feels like this moment.

Genuinely, Just the Tip

For the drag. To know, yes, you're moving. You are a silencer - a mechanism. A taste. Of what it likes. Always. To know this much. Terrifying, frightening. And also: a present. Yours. Everything else, minus you, this breath. Drawn. By the edge of being; Here.

Let's travel to a groove. What trench might this step leave. How owl wings leave vortices; silencing. But it's an arm; Word. "One plus one always equals two." sticks out (to me). Maybe you felt that, that snag. That small hiccup before you remember?

Me plus me equals meme; Disaster.
I am me, not a meme.
Me plus me equals me; Period.

And the snag is schlep. Released. Yes, one plus one equals one. And only in certain circumstances: two. Under certain conditions not me, meme. And the world is no meme. And the world meme no more. Until the circumambulation, until the snag. Division.

Cells are not non-stop dividing. Division is a product of circumstance. How a cassette is not non-stop ending. Ending is a circumstance. Or a record. Or an account. A story that starts with storytelling. This, as an opening. Title screen. Met. Somewhere in the middle, the story runs over the title screen, and the title screen lives in the story's past. The naming bed shall, somewhere, name.

Step plus step stops equalling "step one: step". Two steps are in step one: step. Surrender this sleight unto truth, miracle. Smooth away the light on you.

And a ripple remains: smoothing (schlep). Naming. Choose movement, turn, and go back. This is the world ste[...]s built. Let the tension build. Turn around. That pocket. Name it.

Deliberate

Put the onus on your preference. Or; Place the locus on your preference. An ideology free of any name. Adopted, alive as one's ideology - writhe. As preference of breath is to turn (to place things in piles), to put things to word. Toward the breath invoked, named thing:

Ideology For the End of Things ⚧️

Amorphous. Liquid. Not indecisive. On principle. Two genders, vapor and berg - Venus and Mars - Round down the obnoxious third indecisive. Collapse it like a lung collapses. It's only natural. There was always a collapsed lung. Your naming bed: a collaped lung. Mine might appear a bit different. Neither venusian vapor nor martian berg. L'eau de la Terre. Earthen water.

Transcribe music last note to first. After that first note (this last note, our orientation - where that failed to disorient absolutely), the key. And then, perhaps, the clef. All transcription is shadow to music - transcription appears with keys and clefs as but eclipse, totality. Transcription facilitates what passage music translates.

Not that music is not, itself, music arriving from matter as music. (Transcriptions may smell like complete shit.) Music may enter conversation with transcription. And Relationship may enter conversation with this-ness. That-ness coming from this-ness entering translation. Still arriving in Step this: one. Where step two may divide into step one colon step. A colon may play sphincter. Can play as sphinx, as mountaintop. As highest point, as one body.

This Does Not Require That

Only, step from the last note (the first note). See the last note (the first note), for illustration, your life. Simplify further: this leaf. Falling. Leaf. Each note a turn. This path. Then, no turn at all: landing. (The top of the mountain, Earth.) Gravity as attention climbing toward resolution. Translation not turning: ceasing. Actually dying. (The breath not pausing, actually ending.) No and-then: down, any next step.

What turns is: the named thing. To scale. Peak. To peak. Scale as down-ness. The sha[...]e of division.

Let whatever it lands on be, if not down, from down, and so fundamentally, down (the relationship down functions as symbol for) how mixing sap and blue flowers together and slathering this on a tree can let neighbors know this is what hunting down can look like.

It can look like a blue blaze on a tree. And, after enough moments, where we see a blue blaze on a tree, we can be sure after some time down this path we come down. Perfect being enemy of the good, this will lead to one in one hundred people being a bad apple, in the cider of language.

We can, with taste, consider cider itself the bad apple of language, and toss the bad apple baby out with the cider bath water; β€” As bobbing for apples went away. So people may not be intoxicants brewed in information systems as under- standing, for the pleasure of sipping.

One does not merely sip information.

Down, then. Down has the slack cider does not. We can survive, as down. The people on crusade painting blue blazes maliciously over everything such the forest is ablaze. μ•ˆλ…•ν•˜μ„Έμš”. We survive this. Down survives this parasite, infection, with care. With listening.

Down carries care; The leaf falls. Nothing is . See this fine; what world do we get;β€”habitable. We get a habitable world; fine.

Get down right: fliud down, down that has muscle without being musclebound.

That isn't but vapor - puffs. And gone. No: swirls (a thick bank of clouds wonders will to whisper). This mote (now rain). This mote now (current). This mote now mine. And we live, fall, plunge. [...]

Gravity find me, it's down.

Liquid down, falling from vapor: drip.

Drink