I am surrounded by these wall clouds and at the center of a boundless void of blue sky remains
above.
I am surrounded and the pine is weeping.
Rain falls inside the car with its window rolled up.
Though maybe the light aberration in the sky were simply as though a given lens of light through distortion of an atmosphere, even while the blowing of wind through the trees might have seemed as though given by an invisible hand passing through the wind. All yesterday, or in years past, given to another settled recourse and seemingly predictable, all events given as though from the continuity of a likely causality. Bumps in the night could be so easily explained.
There were a time when seemingly everything thought understood seemed completely off...
as though one lived in a place where everything were given by impressions that may as well have been illusions.
Where does one go from there as likely? As it all were equally likely, given that maybe anything were recalled with a sort of abstract oddness...that is having all the quality of a disjoint reality and anything further surreal to the world that seems to tick predictably with the movement of the clock's second hand.
Probably the closest in describing such a sensation is usually given to the company that someone believes they are firstly going crazy or are insane, until they have reached a state of psychological equilibrium and culture shock alike in having discovered that there could be a reality to a seeming ill logic given by it. The woman passes through the door which leads from the baseball stadium to the statue of liberty without having so much the continuity of all the steps that would normally lead to it, and is given to a fit of culture shock and psychological disruption, and this is completely normal.
I do remember in a way, even while keys are flitted flimsily in the lock. I do remember while all the everyday order of things go about a daily progression in mind that makes one mindful of all the commonplace and mundane things first and foremost at times as equally likely, or that in such timeless order, everyday existence etched something continually as it were given by likely conditioning. All of the universe is also seemingly here even while remembering there were some rather weird times in the past throwing a monkey wrench on such notions. Did you forget that there were something greater going on beyond the Earth? Did you forget that there any large number of lifetimes passing elsewhere relative to Earth also? Did you forget that you are also neither the center of the universe?
Something else...time passes with a given certainty about a very small fraction of space. Much is occluded from view. Most that one would likely hear in discussion is given to discuss a portion of a world and universe less likely seen. What is the likely sense for the space of a proton to a proton? It seems depressing in a way doesn't it? That one's atoms are likely as ever bounded, or that you hadn't been able to truly move off this Earth to find out how lonely and at times generally bored, you might have been if it weren't in having some diversion in store? Lots of space, and generally lifeforms that you may or may not have related to, if it weren't only given by some peculiar interest in studying, given the consideration of science here. One shouldn't be so certain as to wonder as though one were in a given fog here. Moving from here to there, and neither given so much to direction as letting the wind pickup beneath the sails and letting one drift further. That is without so much desire in landing anywhere in particular, and having only settled for a given reason...this weren't the burning of a ship, or having stowed away to some lesser charted territory that remained in the alms of obscurity. There is an art to drifting in life without so much purpose given. The swirling wake of water leaves its trace only to vanish rapidly in time from said boat.
above.
I am surrounded and the pine is weeping.
Rain falls inside the car with its window rolled up.
Though maybe the light aberration in the sky were simply as though a given lens of light through distortion of an atmosphere, even while the blowing of wind through the trees might have seemed as though given by an invisible hand passing through the wind. All yesterday, or in years past, given to another settled recourse and seemingly predictable, all events given as though from the continuity of a likely causality. Bumps in the night could be so easily explained.
There were a time when seemingly everything thought understood seemed completely off...
as though one lived in a place where everything were given by impressions that may as well have been illusions.
Where does one go from there as likely? As it all were equally likely, given that maybe anything were recalled with a sort of abstract oddness...that is having all the quality of a disjoint reality and anything further surreal to the world that seems to tick predictably with the movement of the clock's second hand.
Probably the closest in describing such a sensation is usually given to the company that someone believes they are firstly going crazy or are insane, until they have reached a state of psychological equilibrium and culture shock alike in having discovered that there could be a reality to a seeming ill logic given by it. The woman passes through the door which leads from the baseball stadium to the statue of liberty without having so much the continuity of all the steps that would normally lead to it, and is given to a fit of culture shock and psychological disruption, and this is completely normal.
I do remember in a way, even while keys are flitted flimsily in the lock. I do remember while all the everyday order of things go about a daily progression in mind that makes one mindful of all the commonplace and mundane things first and foremost at times as equally likely, or that in such timeless order, everyday existence etched something continually as it were given by likely conditioning. All of the universe is also seemingly here even while remembering there were some rather weird times in the past throwing a monkey wrench on such notions. Did you forget that there were something greater going on beyond the Earth? Did you forget that there any large number of lifetimes passing elsewhere relative to Earth also? Did you forget that you are also neither the center of the universe?
Something else...time passes with a given certainty about a very small fraction of space. Much is occluded from view. Most that one would likely hear in discussion is given to discuss a portion of a world and universe less likely seen. What is the likely sense for the space of a proton to a proton? It seems depressing in a way doesn't it? That one's atoms are likely as ever bounded, or that you hadn't been able to truly move off this Earth to find out how lonely and at times generally bored, you might have been if it weren't in having some diversion in store? Lots of space, and generally lifeforms that you may or may not have related to, if it weren't only given by some peculiar interest in studying, given the consideration of science here. One shouldn't be so certain as to wonder as though one were in a given fog here. Moving from here to there, and neither given so much to direction as letting the wind pickup beneath the sails and letting one drift further. That is without so much desire in landing anywhere in particular, and having only settled for a given reason...this weren't the burning of a ship, or having stowed away to some lesser charted territory that remained in the alms of obscurity. There is an art to drifting in life without so much purpose given. The swirling wake of water leaves its trace only to vanish rapidly in time from said boat.
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