ANIMATE SOME DOTS BUZZING
AND MAKE THEM FLOAT ALL OVER THE PAGE
The Outside
You’d be a great psychologist.
Or anything really,
anything analytical.
This
caliber;
It is likely that it’s easier to describe it as
a prowess at being opinionated.
Traversing around the inner world, and then having conclusions.
It started with
Seeds
The world funneled into her system and her system went working.
Supplied by thoughts and feelings and things,
Early creations were the innitial assumptions
This is like childhood
Buds of memories
The things you saw
you felt
when you didn’t really think
The first conclusions
she could’ve called it her belief.
I am not suggesting that the seeds ever are firm fixed
These are idea seeds
They lend to something greater but they’re tiny beads.
Really,
The idea seeds are not constructed strings
They’re suggestions;
pebbles of things.
The dots of ideas grew into eachother
touching in many ways
all over the place
some left out
most are in
The dots are dancing
With one another
communicating
There are many, many, many, floating.
Idea “dots” that occupy those schemas
Constructed bit to bit.
Projecting and connecting
to one and from another.
Water spilling on tiles
and following the cracks until they meet in unique places
Similar but now something new
they’ve now both been somewhere else.
The brain, an efficient pattern sensing machine.
That brain and reality initiated The Ideas for her.
Though never were they stagnant,
The Ideas were maintained significantly
within themselves
by the surrounding world.
They became
consistently supplied
regularly surrounded by
similarity
If you didn’t know how to look
There would be almost nothing new
Little emergence
to see.
EXAMINATION
She is,
as is a child,
intrigued by the path the liquid takes.
Following the projections
they reach
branch
fester throughout
As their connections are established
She notices structure, there.
She can try and investigate One
Piece by piece
and extract the elements of
even them.
Somehow
she could entertain the truths of that dot..
and the truths of the other dots examined.
Somehow
She could do it all at once.
She could hold the balls in her hands,
some on her arms
Like carrying in the groceries.
Is it all at once?
It could be that she juggles.
That the examination occurs so close together in time
that it is becomes indistinguishable
from any transition.
New Things
In her life,
she encounters new things.
The human question is often
will you accept novelty?
If she can convince herself that the learned material is sufficient to be assimilated into her own belief system,
Genuinely
Replacing nodules
Of other things
She will find herself, not surprisingly, reinvited to her examinations of the dots
Can there be a modulation?
Some dots are much too fixed.
Some connections are
She will find yourself nearer to the professional truth
the academic truth..
That’s when she will start making accurate conclusions.
Some might say it’s intelligence, the prowess and ability at achieving this
quickly with levels of nuance
But little by little, the pillars of concepts are constructed
Before, they made good sense within themselves. They tie knots, they make good circuits. Some bolts are left untouched. But most are satisfied.
What leaves them unsatisfied? Can we be content with the outliers?
Sure. In some scenerios. But Something inside or even outside might suggest that it isnt enough. That there's another world in existence out there where those bolts are included in the circuit.
Awareness
Her schemas, bit by bit
repopulated by new ways of thinking.
Because, she allows that.
Which becomes new ways of Being.
Can she ever stop the reorganizing?
What does the word obsessed mean?
There may be uncomfortability in leaving some stones unturned.
What To Do
Once a dot or its connections
have been injected
with a newness..
Is there any going back?
Should she keep a notebook.
How could she keep a notebook?
How reasonable is it to map every new development.
The beauty in a Way of Being could be supported by its ephemeralness.
In the way you’re only able to percieve it while all of the fickle dots align
She may can only slow it.
Should she?
Sanity
Might we consider stability
Must I find the commonalities and cling to them.