Wednesday, 29 March 2023


Never say never for the infinite number of Is and mes and Is and mes from here on who thought myself stable in a belief or mode of living or condition of existence only to find myself astonishingly other, astonishing from the view of the other other, not from the I-now, of which there are infinitesimal versions unique from each other inside out, just as there must be infinite versions of I-from-here-onward, the infinitesimal variations of which go unnoticed for the deceptively contiguous nature of now, which contiguity is attached to an acclimation established for the need not to view each micro-moment as momentous as it is, each seemingly stable non-decision in all its decisiveness, and instead seeing the only change in a decision rendering it so, if only seen in its effect and not the cause upon which it's conditional.