I'll be watching you


Spring, or its threat, seems to have brought with it a funk of self-doubt and self-recrimination, and yet, there is a sense the background is expanding; the habit of thought has become acute; the great-substrate, the big, big sky is watching and waiting for us to let go.
Indeed, the world is animate and animist, our mayfly concerns barely rise to the level of a single comma, let alone a whole word in the long conversation. Let us not talk about it, rather let us glance at the grammar:

Not for long do we abide. The conversation continues without us. At this moment we understood, the conversation is us:

Con/Jur/d 2/25/2021