02 December 2011
it moves of its own volition
powered by some renewable source that mankind has yet to discover. quantum mechanics folded in on themselves. woven into a double helix knot. all should end here, life should cease, but it does not. my life defies reality as it always has, as it always returns to the same primeval drive. everything begins here. everything ends here. a blessed shingle without a roof, blown across a desert of crossed-out homes. a sacred foil package tethered to an important piece of wood. the fervent call of Arcosanti wind bells. sing me a terrifying lullaby.
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How did I miss that last post?
The first sentences are compelling yet I crave more. More specificity? Something to engender fear? What the end of quantum mechanics means to the rest of life/to the typical life. Elaboration on what moves the speaker to the second half, which is so gorgeous that I wouldn't change a word of it:
"everything begins here. everything ends here. a blessed shingle without a roof, blown across a desert of crossed-out homes. a sacred foil package tethered to an important piece of wood. the fervent call of Arcosanti wind bells. sing me a terrifying lullaby."
How exciting to see "the weave" -- shingle, foil package, and wood! And, it feels right to interpret these pieces in an apocalyptic dusk.
Yeah, the beginning is still vague and indistinct. It will garner some more attention soon.
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