A Secant Query

Between Revelation and Obfuscation

Wherein human nature works as intended...

Between Revelation and Obfuscation

🎶 Inum - Glimmer Shine

Once, I live with a person. This person is without an accent. After months around this person every day, they picks up the phone. On the other end of the line is their mother; the accent explodes, terribly thick. At the end of the line, the group of us stare at this person. The person refuses to believe their accent shifted at all, let alone so notably.

Achievement Ability

On my mind a lot has been a particuliar small, forgotten god. Maybe they have a name. I might call them the god of mastication. "I want to be constantly eating," as the go'd domain. And all in agreement are this god's body. Not everyone wants to be constantly eating. Never sleeping. Never full. Never not opening something single-serving and sweet and crunchy and just for them. Ten-plus meals a day.

Famine, let's call them.

From doordash to dashboards, the ends of time constantly playing keepaway with the fullness the cache in the stomach invites.

And instead the body jumps and jumps to get a bite. Like cats pursuiting a laser pointer.

Grief Culture

Be it famine's snack foods and infinite scroll, or my neighbor's pasts. People's minds know what they want:

To say it again, if differently:

Be it death's forecasts and data, or my neighbor's futures. People's hearts know what they want:

so: my neighbor's pasts and futures, their hearts and minds, fuck (and fuck with) one another. And the sex - that messy ooze - is the present: (understood) you. Pun with revelation where there might at once be groan.

Relax Grief, You're Here

Anchor time as bi-dominantly linear. Such the present is foregone might future and past, the head and the heart, engage in open conversation. Without the pesky formalities of frinting, or presenting, as a consensus. With no consensus to float, th head and th heart now have ample room to conduct affairs and consider options.

Many neighbors use their right hand on the mice at the library. Go to a library, and notice the mice: outside extreme outliers, the mice appear on the right-hand side. The left-handed neighbor is left, on arrival, to move the mouse to the other side. A small sleight.

A priviledge, foreforted. The past, the head, has priviledge over the present because the past is immediately legible: this feels good now (in the past).

Whereas the future has some mediation: this feels good forever (in the future). That is: what defines time is what it moves toward (new moon or full moon, 1 or 0, dawn or dusk, arrive or deny). The start is ambiguous - utterly uninformative. "Nothing matters anyway" yet leaves bed to pee.

Grief and Famine

Eat a full meal; and the calculus comes out, being full is punished; less net mastication is, in terms of net endorphins, less enlorphins in a world with meals that fill than in a world with meals that invite more mastication sooner.

Substancial meals have to go through the heart - the future - to be possible. Any slack in the present perfect neatened away, the present is as high and tight as it can be. The future in ineffible, the heart is illegible, the substantical meal is irrational and the present favors the food burning fast and loud. Famine.

Every apple a clone, a rose. Broken record.

Meals that fill arn't on the table for endorphins. Endorphins don't consent. The mind doesn't consent. Where this moment, what is wanted is to eat a substancial meal, the mind doesn't consent.

Only by overflowing consent will the heart, the future, flood the banks of the past and transform the present. A step away from a whole day on non-stop mastication and toward a filling meal, for the endorphins, is lethal.

Endorphins doing what they need to do to survive.

(as then) Now We're Cooking

Humans happen to align with universal indecision - not malicious or spiteful; in touch with, honestly, a facultive space. How rhizobia are in touch with a plant's facultive space. Humas are in touch with universal space at a place bringing the universe nutrients.

From either chlorophyll or mitochondria, rhizobia are a radical departure. Although all three are endosymbiotic, only (of these three) rhizobia-style humans remain distinct from their host (can survive outside their host) universe. This is called facultive endosymbiosis; chlorophyll-style humans and mitochondria-style humans cannot survive outside their host.

Rhizobia can survive outside their host. Rhizobi-style humans ca survive outside their host universe. Humans do not have to - and can - survive outside of the physics that create them. They build their own little base on their own - base twelve.

And perform greiving that is entirely theirs - and outside the grief of the universe (about pleasures that were entirely theirs, pleasures further than the pleasures of the universe). At the top, I call this repercussions.

But that's a fancy word for letting what happened be a real thing that isn't happening.

At the beginning of time, why matter (creation) became a factor is quite the bit: the universe bumped into itself (this is indistinguishable from being indecisive). Pure slapstick. Humans are what happens when multicellular organisms lean into the slapstick aspect of the universe. And place mysteires everywhere. For the universe. To be indecisive about.

The universe is still deciding. Deliberating. Staying porous.

Thank mystery the universe has not ossified too quickly into metal or vapor. There is an in between. There is flux. There are small places to exist. Drink.

A Small Myst-...-ry

I am eating bread.

"Bread is on your list," I hear. Refering to me.

I announce a more vulgar thing than "My body may regret wanting bread later; even as right now, my body wants bread." The vulgar thing, in that context, fit. The same vulgar thing, verbatum, in this context, might blow out this context's ass.

A Smaller One

"Oh that makes perfect sense, actually;" I hear, in another context, about chocolate; this context is also about a person's eating habits. In it, I say:

I am around someone who is allegic to chocolate; they only eat chocolate while driving.

The universe might ask what the hell is wrong with this person. I reply to the universe the allergic reaction this person exhibits to eating chocolate is they get the hiccups.

Not to say what is in the universe's way of understanding something is: the universe. Only: where the universe places so high a bet on someone in it being insane for some behavior; And the universe proves otherwise; It might not be a gotcha moment. How the universe may be certain this is a gotcha moment is, itself, another layer of being off-base (this is no gotcha at all), but an allegory (this is: a word) for a bread-eating habit the universe might also be holding in context. In other words:

I eat bread; bread is not on my list; I transgress into bread-eating land. The calculus the universe is left might be: "this eats bread." Where, outside a specific context of this moment in all my life, I do not eat bread. This does not eat bread (this eats bread).

May this approach what it is to be mystery: surprise refusing minimization.

Minimizing Surprise

To conclude, the universe might return with how it has to learn so much. And isn't ready to receive my light. I say something, and my word fails to be concrete I lay between us. I eat bread, and I fail to be a bread-eater. One footstep in sand is swept away by the foitstep's breath.

Tge universe might be driven to feed me. Makes bread I don't eat it. Grieve: what is going on, what the hell is wrong this time? Why is this not eating bread.

I recieve the request to introspect and translate to a universal tongue sussinct enough I convey the context in which I eat bread. It comes out an algorithm: No.

I say something vulgar about the consequences of bread-eating. An algorithm where I eat your bread: seeing a guardian bee-lines, after work, from the front door to the drink, a child may think "oh, the drink is on your list". Replace the drink with eating bread.

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