A Secant Query

Between Seething and Spinning

Wherein I ask for this dance...

Between Seething and Spinning

🎶 Lake - Roland Faunte

Distance

Sitting with the below questions, wondering how they are doing. If they are happy in their new home. How a kid wonders if a streetlight's, after being installed, happy in their new home. Wrapping scarf around streetlight.

Streetlights're such itemized lighthouses. Optimal vehicle operation so paramount it's lit streets and salted roads, damn the season? Sure. Board set up for some words on the dangers of safety, perhaps I take this moment to tend the danger of safety!

Have you heard of this idea? Maybe I introduce you? This is the danger of safety, it's just over here. You'll love one another and see each other around town and whisper messsages to one another all day, in a moon's time:

Safety's Inland Empire

Safety has many dangers. It imposes (on) loved ones. The most well-known form of the danger of safety is: the devil you know - in this case, that is fascism. We look for more ways safety serves its own ends, rather than the ends of those on which safety, as idea, thrives.

At it's most-ideal, safety is a system of "don't"s - don't talk to that person; don't try to speak up; don't go to that event; don't answer that text. Safety follows the buddy system - safety's never alone.

You meet up with safety while on your way to an event you've never been to; or reply to a benign - if month-old - text; or look to engage that lower-register voice speaking over the higher-register voice; or here, bringing words in like breath).

Buddy System

As a signal, being outnumbered's time-honored.

Safety, showing up with Comfort and Quiet (and Survival's tools, Norm's car, Grace's contacts...), is always looking to pin the body your cells compose down in spots Dreams and Passions (and all the space a listening heart plays "Chat" to) can't enter.

Life, from heartless to heartthrob (to heartstopper to flatline) has little moments of no time at all - no time for any auto-immune disease, no time for Safety, no time for trauma, no time for mediators at all, not even preservation is here. You save the child, or you don't. Just the heart, just this pulse. Four words, seven, maybe eight, and that's it. That's all it is.

Next pulse comes in, tends... whatever body the last beat left it. This pulse reads to-do lists like a manager reads the wikipedia page for design debt:

Lower pressure? Raise pressure? Be still?

This pulse has one arc to send, and then retire into the world. Rarely, and upon occasion, the beating heart surprises the brain. The brain fights recognizing this. Again:

Heart Surprises the Brain

Spin around, this moment? I know you don't normally do things text invites you to do. So let me make my intentions abundant.

Where you don't spin: your brain tells you spinning around is superfluous - "do not get up, do not spin in a circle; continue with the text."

Pick one cell recieiving this message. Follow the channel back (how people trace calls back on shows). Find the lips on the other end of the line. These lips are Safety's - Safety with Comfort, imposing their world on you.

You, as cell this moment, practice standing against the tyranny of small decisions that is Safety's monopoly (signalling the body). You could signal the body. You could spin. Perhaps safety stomps their foot or claps loudly (Safety has a lot of tricks) - blows a whistle or floods the blood with stress hormones. Step into this clump of fat cells with me - let's give Safety some breathing room.

Beautiful Fat

That's better. Signal dampened, we can hear ourselves! Whew! We'll be ejected from the clump soon. When we do, see me your heart - you be my pulse. We exit, you spin around for me.

Not a whole drag number, not a project, just this one spin. Show Safety you might be a single cell, but that cell has friends. Those friends want to see you spin. The clump thins; we'll be through soon. You got this. Let safety seethe. Rise. Tworl.

See you around, bloodwork.

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