Visible Origami | The Endless Pageantry Across the Face of Inflexible Space.

Dog Poet transmitting…
The most difficult thing about comprehending that revolution is on the doorstep is the stretched and tortured appearance of normality, passing in front of the eyes reach, as if to confirm that all the trembling subconscious tensions are simply a personal fantasy, generated by one’s inability to integrate with the conflicting reports of the senses. On the one hand, everything just putt putts along on the surface, while beneath the surface, the reports of the senses are translated according to a deeper logic because that which is below the surface is closer to actual truth than that which prances about on the perpetually deconstructing stage of manifest life, as it breaks down and reinvents itself with every day.
Certain aspects of reality definition are in the hands of different generations for set periods, until those aspects are taken over by a following generation, until that one is mulched into whatever phase it passes into and each of them go through all of these stages in their cycling… coming out of seemingly nowhere and then disappearing into the same but in a different fashion. We each come here, in our turn, to demonstrate whatever it is we came here to demonstrate and then are followed by the next and the next and the next. Past generations decompose like dead leaves under the pressing cover of dead leaves, under the pressing cover of yet more dead leaves. Every turn of the seasons brings more dead leaves and they burn at the bottom level with a special kind of fire, as they are returned to the same elementary composition they were formed out of to begin with.
The human heart and mind are contained within the inflexible routines of this process and regardless of all protestations and momentary defiance of it, they submit regardless. This is the cardinal feature of existence that everyone ought to get and ought to be profoundly aware of but most are not and it often dawns on them in a horror of futility, as the inescapable unknown begins to loom upon them.
Of course there are a multitude of options available to all but the amount of time and industry, invested in other options, varies widely and the greater the press of materialism, the more unlikely that wonderful possibilities are left unexplored and one remains in the grip of the huge cosmic gears that churn on relentlessly.

via Visible Origami | The Endless Pageantry Across the Face of Inflexible Space.


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