“Temporal creation, the small infinity that is the self made, self realised, self illusion. Stay away from pins.”
We make the valleys we flow into. The mounds and shallow depressions in the psychoscape that extends as we unconsciously frame and answer to it. We flow into the valleys and away from rising hills and mountains. As a sea of mercurial probability. We are nothing and yet we contain the home we must find.
We are the landscapes of ourselves. We create our world maps as we discover our world paths. We discover by standing and not standing. We stand and we do not stand. We are the storms we stand against and we are the winds that howl at our silences.