We had heard that words comprise promises, acknowledgments, conceits, and then we found out no one had approached the drawing board.
Finger-paints showed our parents we were grown, now capable of contributing to the same problem, and we grew aware of the world’s periodic tactile transactions; every pass, every contact sinking its impression into the skin – reddening our upper right torsos with marks invisibly known to only the recipient’s eye – these stamps cast directions to be lived and we obliged.
By then we could find no partisans, anyone who still believed:
To change the world our thinking must change.
-No one who took the charge seriously. Its sentiment fell muted into us, with all of us checking our periphery, looking quietly to everyone else to confirm our state.
Define the impulse as a flight of fancy and move on, the gallows are waiting. Play the sensory, reactive – no cognition – no sensation – and make it your habituated routine. It will always keep enough people smiling enough of the time. If your youth and all its excitement cannot obscure the blatant stagnation, you will probably need pills.
By then we could manufacture our own comfort without calling the process coping:
The incessant need to be engaged by something we believe we have control over gave us short and silent half-smiles, to replace interest, because the signal’s better closest to the window.
No one is worth talking to. No one thinks that about me – and the warm, hardly perceptible static off the screen no longer holds novelty. Falsely limiting my availability makes me important, though my earbuds are dated – hope no one notices.
Internal dialog detracts from the distraction:
I wish I spent less time awake, this chain of thoughts won’t stop, and I need a break.
-No one sees how celebrating diversity enabled conformity:
We accepted all the names already agreed upon, and applied them to anything we think ourselves capable of knowing. We chose our arguments poorly, and decided to define the word that is used to reference our bodies as what we live. (It just makes it easier to get along.)
*The term “Loss of Novelty” applies to a facet of neurological development; as we age less of what we encounter is new, and this dilates our experience of time.
On a rainy day in high school a physics teacher explains the idea of infinitely fast:
When you move out from under cover to under the next overhang, if your only option was to go infinitely fast you’d get soaked, because you’ll hit every drop in your body’s path.
-But no one can do such a thing, so if you want to stay dry you may as well run.
Starlight: Eyes Shut
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Please take the time to consider the thought experiment here:
THE PROBLEM OF NEGATIVES, PHYSICS, AND MANAGEMENT SYSTEMS – A NEW GNOSIS THOUGHT EXPERIMENT
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