REALITIES SLIDE AND BUMP

Realities slide and bump. We are open to extremes, both in mind and matter. They are holes punched into the cosmos, so we embrace them as the norm, embrace them as the 'character of the times'. Like pools of ambience we smooth our way through lives, through realities of lives. They are remembered and unremembered, as the caterpillar remembers and unremembers the butterfly. Monsters are never real, but monsters can never know themselves, they wouldn't be monsters if they did. We scatter ourselves along the ether highways, moving in tangents to happy times, to times of the morose. We encounter no one, and we encounter everyone - it is the way of all things - everything and nothing. To section off the sky, to budget the earth, to dispose of the oceans, these are the favours asked, and these are the procurements to contentment. We are orphans for the day, the nodding, prophet of the cave, the swimmer in the river. If you throw a ball, never wait for its return. Realities don't stay long, they slide and they bump...