Out of the womb

Recently while celebrating my 41st birthday I recalled the sensation that is: birth. More specifically: being birthed.

It was so bright. My eyes could not stay shut enough. You know no returning. Continue forward. There are words to be read.

Research: Day 4

I think the neighbors are spying on me. They don’t ask too many questions but I know they’re curious about my research. Don’t worry, I won't tell them anything of importance.  

Research: DAY 3

There are some days I get uncomfortable with uncertainty. I call the neighbors and see if they need weeding or a hedge trimmed, anything to pass the time.  

Research: DAY 2

I brought with me, my fathers net—feel free to tell him I stole it from the garage—he will laugh. I’m chasing these tiny creatures called butterflies, but I haven’t caught any yet—in fact I don’t really want to… In the morning, I’ll go out to pick some parsley, and dozens of them start fluttering happily. It reminds me I have grapes to pick and while the sun is still low, the paper man says: “everything is…isn’t it?” and I nod to assure him I am making progress. 

Research Begins...

Tonight… I made my favorite, but first let me sit out in the sun and let the wings of refinement engulf me while I write this. My research has spent the last fourteen years, yet my thoughts now only rest upon playing chess and cooking—both require my immediate attention, which I’m glad. 

On: Vibrations

...often occur in a Man’s pants—via a cell phone, a concealed excitement and often in the form of a text message. These vibrations happen several times a day and within mere seconds can contain up to hundreds of tiny oscillating recurrences within it (for one oscillation = the time interval for a wave beginning at a certain height to travel back to that same height over the course of some time period, i.e. wavelength). Now whether these recurrences are actually recurring is a simple question of essential change—does time end or is time merely repeating itself in an infinite amount of possibilities, of which we perceive, to be linear with respect to birth-life-death-birth. Moreover, how do recurrences (i.e. birth-life-death-birth) occur linearly, when upon reflection they (birth-life-death-birth) seem so circular? To even consider this question in a serious manner, we must first ask, if recurrences truly recur, how can we be sure whether these recurrences are actually recurring on the same linear path (time), as we perceive them actually recurring? 

On: Exposures

We are our own personal camera operators—each given a roll of film to re-present reality—and with each pull of the trigger—a decision to shoot, preserve a reality, we—in turn—advance our film strip forwardà and as one proceeds to capture more-and-more images, so much the sooner will his/her exposures run out…