APEIRON OR COINCIDENTA OPPOSITORUM?

Up-rooting my previous existence, tapping on feltcovered hides, sharpening vulgar membranes over steaming pots... grasping the un-graspable as the windows are all cloudy, misty like mistakes made, always a little sooner than one thought, always a little deeper... sharp electrical waves shoot through the dark... all entities are silent, every being hides... the darkness speaks alone... like the shell of a man, I vacate my body... hides... waiting... in the net.

In a dream:
"Something is stuck in the vent?" He walks into the stainless steel tank... the maintenance-man comes out with a wet, sad-looking wig in his hand. "...and the pool was open all this time?"

Morning breaks, clearing - aletheia - how beautiful is the dawn not after a storm?
I ask myself in the clearing held open by chance: How to not make mistakes when the mind is racing? I err all the time when in a state of hightened clairvoyance. Why I ask, probably due to an ingrown sense of sadder self, of incapacitated awareness of the Other, of excessive transgressive insect-imagination or a terrible sense of futility in actions aborted? If the mind simulates the event before it happens, the action as it occurs will seem dull, meaningless. All thinking is old. To think ahead is to kill the beast. The beast is reality in its actuality, in its ferocious poetic brilliance. To be human is to err consequently, because we think. Complicated it is to communicate and love at the same time, to adhere and uphold. Pendulum-swings away, always comming back, the time we feel gripping us is the event-horizon - a subtle vibration in the net.

Coincidenta Oppositorum