Out of body rambling
By Parson Thru
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How will you know when it has stopped?
I don’t know. I’m not sure I ever will. It’s just a way to carry on. We are what we’ve become through the act of surviving.
I keep being in that other place. It’s a problem of absorbtion. The moments where nothing is happening, when the fabric infiltrates you and you become the fabric. An echo of being. Focal point of myriad sensory data.
Intense awareness of place, independent of space and of time. We become the moment.
Stack overload.
Yes. One explanation among many.
Something just out of reach, recalling a street, a corner, conversation, voices unintelligible yet familiar, the horn of a passing car, entrances and windows, a passing thought, a moment of conscious life, an ecstasy of living.
We are potential and experience.
A switch at the fingertip. Circuit of material encounter, psychic energy and will.
We absorb and we become.
Time and distance yield to us, until we atrophy away.
How will I know when everything has stopped?
I don’t suppose I will.
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What have you done! In this
What have you done! In this descriptive musing we may now have a clearer visual on the subject of Being :Oo I ought to read again really...I shall! THis is nice as prosey lines long and thoughtful - and would make a cracking poem, aranged more poem like, too. Enjoyed!
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I agree, the philosophical
I agree, the philosophical drift of this from one thought leading to another and deepening made me feel sad and hopeful alternately. Love potential and experience, I wonder if it could be calculated like an equation for being. And yes, essentially we are all products of what we survive, all striving to be in the moment. As you can see, it made me think!
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