Though if your mind is actively drawn to an attention that it were never alone which it seems inevitable that it weren't, and if in such a landscape it were as likely alone, there isn't anything forbidding of discovery only vanishing.

Prolific.  

Chronology of space, yes, it is understood.

Vanishing minds gives rise to the possibility of any new possibilities that weren't given of old consistencies though these consistencies seem to rise again and again.

That common experience withers apparently, or that one supposedly tires.  

The direction of time.

Meaning given from all this continuum.  This moment that leads into the next, into the next where one had transitioned from the sense of everything that one knew where given by all the following assumptions made that may or may not have been so.  The utility of the cloth on the table is there as it is passing from one day to the next, from one table to the next, to the next and given by all the observations made that regenerated some thought of the world coexisting with this action.  That world that is lived upon, and breathed upon and has made every sources of an action leading into another action which brings about the dwindling of memories before it.  Though likely in review all this one should wonder were given to much omission.  Life could be as selflessly spent gazing at a waterfall.  

  The cue to leave were given so many times over, and even so, you wait around given a curiosity to see what they might do...but one could be as likely ever disappointed in the days that revealed nothing more than one's supposed anonymity in the world.  Though I could offer at least, there is obscurity for future.  That remains obscure in mind in comparison to the condition that one should arrive at in time.  Do we at least sense that there is hope given by this obscurity?

In clarifying I am also not so impressed by the certainties seemingly given...should I be impressed by supposed 'solitude'?  Should I be impressed by the conditions imposed by a given society or all civilizations as a whole?  Should I be impressed by these sorts of 'absolute' certainties?

Sorry I won't bother another so much.

Scapegoat has already been posited with all the pretense of abandoning as in the customary change of decor, or in such an age, all the drama shifts with the new kingdom of four or more years.

   I don't know what is more of anything that weren't anything the same the day before.  That is given by the day before the previous day and leading into the abrupt discontinuity of today.  Today is the day when apparently all is changed, the day when resounding choir focuses imagined doubts and naysayers, all that were in time given by possible elimination, that doubt which should have coalesced and culminated.  This discontinuity isn't any worse, however, than the past, not so much in the excusing and lead up, neither so much into the same conditioning work that has one going about one's business of the day any less differently as likely angry or less angry.  There will be likely days that are shown by nothing more than tyrannical populist scripts as it were in the past...as it has been repeated one should imagine so many countless time in history without exception.  All is a matter of conditioning so long as one were as likely walking, living and breathing.  All is a matter of survival in a way though admittedly there is perhaps any likely ease.  I wonder, "Do they assure you now that they raise the temperature of the crab in a pot?"  And that, for the sake of their vanity and pride likewise, this has been stated already so many times over.

    From a given perspective, I don't see much changing at all.  That is whether one were supposed to be convinced of anything different that weren't all the same as in the day before.   About the day one goes about one's business generally while the disconnected blather of media conjures any way to insinuate itself mechanistically all the same.  If I were awaiting the kind fortune of others and saying otherwise what should I have in store...having died in the same cold reclusive way that other silents have been consigned in fate?  Yes, but it is likely all the same, and what care is there in speaking into the wind?  Speaking into the wind could be given to this desire.

I've heard the term as absurdly and strangely as, 'All of the universe is governed from one's room.'  Doesn't it seem strange in this way?  And that is how absurd existence is at times, isn't it?  I don't imperil faith anymore than having existed and imperiling faith by self existence.

DESIRE TO CONTROL...DESIRE TO CONTROL...and if it isn't control everything is re spun in a new light...which leads to something similar...

Cosmological selfie is extension to that word 'post modernism' I think.

If you watch Solaris, nothing more than the pretense that Clarke has in mind for the conspiracy that humanity must protect itself from dangerous ideas that it can't handle, unless you were Native American or of some tribe regularly in 'contact'.  Yes, and to a degree nothing less than one might imagine having been visited by the 'grand inquisitor' given to the hefty hand of accusation, or generally as one would understand given to certain tabloid reduction.

Though I am wondering of that 'knowledge' that seemingly puts one into further seclusion.  That is in having learned that the rest of the intelligent universe, save humans alone, blew themselves into smithereens.  Fear and paranoia rests, by the closer midnight hour, of all the same urgency that were stated decades before.  Ever certain though of this existential essence might have been en grained in a given moment in time...this moment in time is where the shadow of a millisecond of the cosmological clock works upon the human minds ever certain presence in believing.

Given all the emptiness of space, even while Earth could be wrecked into oblivion.  It is 'what you do with that knowledge' that makes us so privileged.  Doesn't it feel anymore the invitation towards something?  One has the sense of the demand of mankind in 'free willing' itself over the precipice.  

Uniqueness is gone in such a moment..at least not relative to the rest that pooped out when everything were supposedly just getting started.  That last 'sacrilegious grain of truth' came out all foul mouthed, 'This planet was a real shit hole anyways...'

'America used to be great you know'.

Thoughts added into the mix

  Just because there is a possibility that gravity seems defied in the process doesn't mean that exceptions rule, one should offer, or that similarly if something appears to be given an exception, one is surmising of the countless number of ways that an exception should exist.  This should include the searching of small invisible tethers representing wings, but beyond a momentary exception in life, it seems there is exactly that which is life itself, and the general order about which most go on living.

These sorts of stories, run along the lines, 'Yes, I remember way back when where for a given moment my orderly sense of the universe might have seemed nearly obliterated.'  Then life strangely proceeds as uneventfully as it should generally proceed.  Though one should less likely reconcile anything of a coincident nature entirely, though it seems inevitably if there were pedestrian in nearest vicinity, given probabilities, yes, there could be a chance for something that seems off to the ordinary placement of events.  Though I have seen a manatee on television, I may likely not see one in person if I ever as likely stay away from the typical public exhibition of such or at least avoid traveling to Florida, and as ever as much there is a possibility that I would encounter anything seemingly weird to experience, there is as much likelihood that everything will seem as likely as expected in the orderly sense of the world as I have perceived it.

     Neutrinos are known to exist, yet their existence is ever elusive and rare, and certainly no one, outside of possessing exceptional equipment that might detect their presence or have been aware up to the time that science has deemed an existence of something so elusive.  The same is true for dark matter in general, or as it is referred 'wimps' which should seem quite similar to neutrinos in being so weakly interacting and elusive at that.  What is likely embedded and/or seemingly true to the sense of our appropriation of the world, on the other hand, bares the substance of a given reality that we have sensed of it, and what may be more unseemly of it is likely at times when something is made less transparent.  Small things tend to be given to any number of persistent discoveries that should keep classification catalogs churning, and even for larger things, yet a new planet is suggested out there somewhere in the deeper recesses of space.  All of this buried in the details of seeming random noise.  The strange curve balls that are thrown, though maybe are not often so usually something that might strike one as being obvious, but certainly share a degree of subtlety.  One should imagine what desire or reason that does exist is to remain a mystery for another's reasons alone, and there might be anything elucidated in the process or desired not having been elucidated at all for many reasons.
Though if it is ever claimed that 'bad clams' were tossed, they are also responsible not only for the structural framework of galaxies but a lot in this universe all given to the metaphor of usually things that remain quiet and generally unseen.  The order of things, thus, may not be thought in the context of provocation at least maybe not in the immediate and most obvious sense of the word.

'Show' ...not always...and likely for many many reasons.  

Remembering...

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.

True Story...About the Bee

So one day...I am sitting up at this bar...with some people outdoors, and all the sudden all the nearest machines start buzz humming real loud...within minutes someone in our group is breaking out in hives... :)

True Story if you would believe it!

Truth is stranger than fiction at times!  :)