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9/10/2023 You and a Poem walk into a...
We’ve succeeded and failed in humanly statistical probability arcs — assuming ‘human’ is a mappable and reductive state — capable of calculation and not subject to the Daemons Dancing on the Pin Head Fallacy
The Discernments of Self Con/Jur/d, 9/9/2023 We get your mind is currently focused on the edges of these letters, these sentences evoking a spaciousness a vastness, a sense everything you hear taste, touch, smell is resting on the thinnest surface, a bubble frozen before POP And we wanted to let you know despite our best intentions we are incapable of this creation It’s all you Without your heart’s BOOM BOOM The sense of air moving across your skin? Your nervous system, your particular fleshiness impedes the flow of gasses, causing the sensation of stirring and from this grows the Coriolis force produced by mass spinning, extending to the elliptical orbit around the central heat source Warming your face And together with the local celestial bodies spiraling through time around an unknowable center whose measurable surface will never - ever explain the depth Yep, it’s you Even the understanding of what these words mean lies solely within you, a complex mirroring a fractal history of your personal experience allows a synthesis of sense and sensibility without this, it wouldn’t exist if not for the initial WHOOSH Bringing it all with you, language began with your first WAHH What a heavy responsibility! Birthing this into being Millennia in the making a history of living and dying plenty of sex, plenty of fighting and plenty of joy and sorrow A hard firmament to swallow, sure And even though you didn't ask for it it’s still your responsibility This joyous miracle, this something where before nothing Go ahead and claim it No one else would No one else could