Arch-i-texture of the moon

It was good vibes, I said in a teenage mocking tone -poking jabs at my generation.
And then, it was said on the television that way, as if I had become a preview machine.
And so I feel you, I do. I even said to myself, I (am) hear and am listening,  I shall be careful where I step. And then I fainted for the first time in middle age, at the end of the hall. Saw myself. Convulsed as I came back in-side. There was the connection between things that stood and things that fell.
I was warned. The moons disentanglement was coming. I was being let go. I wondered how this would work.

At the job site, looking for the job site, in the general vicinity, I found myself cowered under the architecture; the churches and archdiocese and the way the woman we asked-for directions,
looked at me, looked -at- me, well, I see now that nobody can see through me. She simply said the blueprints weren't specific enough. We found it and I knew where it was, suggested it lightly, was rejected and so just went with the flow.

I feel it still, like vertigo, the spinning, perhaps the free fall from the moon, a sense of horizon at my toes.

And I knew it wasn’t done, it only looked like I was just going with the flow. Steady as she goes. Balancing on beams builds strength. One foot in front of the other.
The foreman told me about the man-made river in Mexico-Bente minutos of floating in clear, aqua warm water-fishes too!
Beautiful, I said Prague was more my feel. Casting a long glance at me, he saw the ocean. Most people do. It's true, I like the sun and more and more I feel a coming around.

Meanwhile, with no choices or control, baited breath at times, I stand on my needles and pins and know that it all begins again and again.
I am hopeful, it keeps my feet from bleeding, karma keeps me from standing my ground too firm or settling (in)...
Things are changing. I eat my words. Things change, and that is a sign of life I always say, and it was.





Image credit By NASA John W. Young (Great Images in NASA Description) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Say "Life" but mean Death

Pieces of the Pi bring it around full circle. Writing about writing about it. 

A spectacle, even.

First, there was Hoarfrost. This was the ideal expression of crystals to stimulate fractal growth.

Then there were 6,800 languages spoken around the planet.

Now, excluding familial words, there live “untranslatable words”:

wabi-sabi (Japanese)-finding beauty in imperfection

ma (Japanese)-negative space, blankness, vacancy-a tangible pause

waldeinsamkeit (German) is-being alone in the woods

schadenfreude (German) joy or pleasure derived from another persons pain, injury, or suffering

Where lies stability?  

Words adapt? How do we know? Survival of the popular-who peaked and fell off the Ngram

(in high school)?

We could say-instead of ‘Red’, somewhere between 620-750 nanometer wavelength,

in lieu of ‘Temperature’ say, the average speed of a group of particles,

instead of ‘Gravity’, call it, the geometry of spacetime, and it would take more time-

but based on the maximum velocity of human hearing and thought, 

might meaning mean more than the time

it takes to say? (in thought)

All proteins are comprised of the same 20 amino acids.

26 letters have been manipulated infinitely.

One string plucked makes its own sound, vibrating sounds together make overlap find accord,

a harmony with the difference, indefinitely, musical.

Together they work to do something together, making sound fall somewhere

between movements and notations.

Alone and smaller, pieces of the whole can only spin, ready and waiting. The inertial duty. 

Purpose is a master; a goal is a favor, 

it projects colors.

Then there is the accrual function,

the tools in our box, the letters in a chain, we need those. The storing of information as stuff,

fills in the blanks, overflows with old technology, duplicates should be checked. 

A miracle is rare because it has never been imagined. Language is like that. 

Words keep meaning if they are needed.

Any word is unimaginable.

The second law of thermodynamics is pointed toward entropy.

Originated in chaos. Now, is the future more exciting than the past?

Open systems, like open boxes, allow the cat out of the box before Schrodinger could sneeze.

This was unforeseen. 

Anticipation needs others to work for it.

Anticipation tries to predict, it does not propose it knows.

Anticipation is bigger than one possibility, like translation,

it can be expressed as having more than one meaning, depending on temperature, 

color, geometry or vanishing point.

The first law of LIFE is to anticipate the end

anywhere on the circle. 

Painting by Abraham Mignon [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

*This piece was inspired by another wonderful article featured on Nautilus, "How Do You Say "Life" in Physics?" written by Allison Eck. 

Infinity and Eternity (i.e.)

Infinity and Eternity

Conjoined at the lips, a syne of the Times, in synonyms, and hymns, chants and rants, examples and alternates, in lieu of, in-loo-of-in-loove.

Such As:

Infinity-id (not ego) ergo and beyond

(i.e.)

Super-ego is immense, less intense is the boundless continuum of you through ubiquity, perpetually in perpetuity with gratuity for the endless expanse of space, the vastness of immeasurability, like possibility. Infinity stretches is reckless abandon in multitudinous arrays, a myriad of mathematical signs like circles and eights so we can relate in order to create what we think will last for-ever.

∞

Eternity –est (not established or capital) on Eastern Standard Time

(i.e.)

Once in a blue moon occurring into infinitude aglow over the wild blue yonder where kingdom come and afterlife are everlasting aeons, endless ages charted on times line without end, immortal and immune, orbiting the obituaries and scary to see the face of our race never noticing the striking resemblance of Us, reaching the finish line, it’s ray projecting what will come beyond what we can see, the isthmus between now and then when sometimes and anon mingle, mix and blend times blurry end . 

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Image byYehuda Pen [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Clock-maker (1914).