Particles and State-of-Being: A Clarifying Response to Shaun Terry

    In approaching identity, I like the visualization of "approaching" identity in a way similar to evaluating the 'limit' as x approaches a value, where x is a representation of a "space-time" dependent reality, and where identity, as f(x), is a function of space-time. As observers, we are likely only able to estimate an expected identity …

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Barefoot Suffocation

Bare feet pace rhythmically across the wet, glistening asphalt as rainwater is corralled into a tiny rippled stream. It pools by the blocked drain where an isolated silver maple tree lost its limb to the chaos of the winds. The waters are rising; to her, it's a drizzle. For years she's strained her dainty neck to keep her head …

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Prickler plant, UNC Botanical Gardens

Escape by Transformation

There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it's like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If not for this, I could get lost in the transitive space between moments... Maybe my world is just a Rubix cube, twisting colorful facets about one …

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crouching by the stream of consciousness

The Indigence of Inhibition

Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks, to take a panicking person and make her new, refurbished from the rubbish that'd convened in recess? 'Oft caught naked and rocking by the inward eye, arms wrapped tightly 'round …

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artistic ones and zeros, old computer magic

“Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”

Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between rounded temples. Rising and falling, the rhythm of the sternum picks up as the heart races and breathing becomes silently short and swift. What am …

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Dancing until we Cease.

  Too beautiful not to share first..: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMSBBRhdFc4   We dance through these seasons, spinning and flowing Gracefully, tragically We think they'll always come. We'll always be young- But then the goosebumps find us. And we taste that dry cold air of unspoken despair; a beautiful knowing that one day we'll be undone. And as …

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“Something comfortable in our vulnerability”: On Freewill and Empathy

We each struggle to balance our passionate vulnerabilities with our comfortable securities. Then we find there is something comfortable in our vulnerability, and something secure in our passions, and that our ideas on life and the way we are is not so straight forward. It’s tangled — a cosmic interplay of elements, of observations, feelings …

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