20210701. A pile of green fruit, just sitting there, doesn’t attract much attention. But, after a while, one of the fruit flies does something very interesting. It starts to lay its eggs in the middle of the room.
The whole room becomes a nesting area for aphids, and, since no one is present at all in the room, flies are guaranteed at random.
But, once the eggs are loose, the sound of the fly’s alarm is not enough to scare away the predators, since the spider is well camouflaged in the web.
With this escape route so clear, it is time to return to the question of the mysterious way. The familiar path may be a more fluid medium, or perhaps a more viscous one. 20210701. Window
Chair
Computer
Clock
A certain device has been placed at my service that shows how useful the machine can be as a messenger. When I take my coffee, I am not riveted to a place, but rather, I am drawn to the sensation of the liquid, to which it belongs, hot and cold, smelling and tasting.
The function of the clock is to give me a signal to get up, not to keep me up. All other stimuli are treated as noise. Sensory perception is thus involved. But a closer look reveals a much more interesting sight.
As one can see, the clock is a useful tool, not just for its internal structure, but also for its effect on the environment. Since the clock’s movement is like a bell, with a simple rhythm, it follows that we must associate the bell with a kind of interior tone, in order to understand its meaning. 20210701. Potted plants
Flowering plants
Seed-producing cultivars
Eucalyptus
Orchids
Azalea
Fungi
Bacteria
Magical phenomena
Everywhere, though, are the mutants, the ones that ripen in the presence of the imperious scourge of climate change but not in the homely realm of the flower-picking imagination. 20210701. The plant in a pot looks different than the orchids in the background. How does a simple structure like an organic pentagram escape the fetters of time? Time is an unseen enemy who chases away the innocent.
Orchids are famous for their ability to survive under terrible environmental stresses. Certain kinds of orchids can withstand for hundreds of years under such stress. Others fail. Others fail and then die.
A rich field of research lies ahead if, with the help of modern molecular and chemical tools, we can establish how these orchids hold up under such stresses.
There are thousands of kinds of orchids, each with its own life stage, females and males. They are also widely cultivated for their psychoactive effects. 20210701. Behind the green wall, a human is holding a mirror with the caption: “In order to look more natural, one must always use a good lens.”
Well done, human. Well played.
Follow me, then, into the mirror, with my flight path, into the unknown world of the environment.
My companion, the talented artist, teaches me that feeling is not a human activity: it is instead a conjunctive activity.
My companion, the designer, teaches me that thinking is practice: it is a theoretical, participatory practice.
My companion, the animal, teaches me of bird-like fractals, string figures, and mosquito utterances. 20210701. A cloud of insects stings us in all our undertakings.
We begin to feel that we have messed up our instruments of observation, and that an entirely new system of feeling and action is required.
The feeling we want to impart to these new found, efficacious insects is “to be witnesses for their being.”
But how does a mere mortal like me, who has studied with flying insects, become a veritable witness for the nonexistence of the spiders of my imagination?
My whole environment is closed and confined, and I cannot look away. 20210701. The black mirror serves to conjugate the senses with each other, so that the web is perceived both visually and chemically in the spider's environment.
FIGURE 34. Signals of the web.
Perceived visually, the web is a black-and-white image.
Chemically, the web is a liquid, viscous one. 20210701. The walls show the shadows that the sun, moon, and stars cast on the wood.
Under the same light, these images blend in the most complete darkness:
Symbol of the living breathing.
Symbol of the dying star.
Symbol of the living earth.
Symbol of the dead man with the cross.
Symbol of the living mother with child.
Symbol of the dead branch on the stem.
Symbol of the living reaping. 20210701. A pile of wooden branches comes down, one after the other. These branch varieties are not bound to any ontological commitments: they know universals and differences, and they weave clusters and eddies to sustain relational flourishing.
In forming the woodlands, diverse peoples and other critters enrich the earth with abundant life-forms, changing their species identities according to their own unique structures and compositions. This is not an organic process, but a systematic ordered improvement after centuries of devastating breakdowns and falsifications. 20210709. A wooden chair is positioned for you here. What do you think it feels like?
Do you remember, when you were a child, the things in your environment that only you could see? Do you remember that even your own eyes are just a big illusion after all?
In this case, no experience is needed, the image has already been supplied by the brain. What more can we say about the effect of the sun on a still crystal clear sky?
Transparent waves of light stretch out all around the outside of the eye like curtains, which let only the most distant things in. Transparent waves of light are like a glass plate placed on the counter that only receives light from behind.
A perfectly clear glass plate is always a mirage.
The muscles of the eye are relaxed when at rest, like the muscles of a jellyfish. 20210704. This room has a lot of unknowns in it.
How do we know such a space exists?
How do we know that it is not just a spatial schema created by the brain.
How do we know that it has not been thoroughly infiltrated by anything but a maze, so full of turns, jumps, climbs, and disappointments, since the beginning? We do not know.
We do not know what is in the void between us and the things of our human environment. We do not know what path lies beyond us, what is inside that which is not ourselves?
We do not know that we are following a true path, only that we have been moved along such a path.
We do know that the path is open to be traversed by any animal subject, whether it is a matter of a machine or a mere object.
We do know that this is a subject that has no connection with human intentions, since we can very well imagine that each and every one of our human sensations fills a little tube with a millionth of a drop of water, and this drop is driven through the air by the breeze like a balloon. 20210707. A man wearing a red shirt stood next to a woman holding a bag, and a lively discussion ensued as to the propriety of this casual acquaintance.
The following exchange took place:
Woman: Excuse me, but I can't seem to find what I was looking for.
Man: Why not just ask for it?
Woman: I want to ask you something that has bothered me, that has been on my heart since I left home.
Man: What is that?
Woman: I want to ask how home affects my spirit. 20210701. The flags hanging from the ceiling, like the confetti of the gods, serve to attract our eyes, which use the light-absorbing properties of the fabric to find their way and to guide us through the air.
Thanks to its taking on foreign meaning-symbols, the sky is filled with cat’s whiskers, not clouds. Because the sky is also a maze, with pits and chambers for all species, we must be on our guard against terraforming dogs, who have no fear of anything that strangles a breeze or the sun.
If we want to use the clouds as a form of protection, we must teach ourselves to get lost in them. With this ability, we will take up the task of guarding against the unseen. 20210729. The cat has black ears, yellow eyes, and whisker tips for peeping. With these sensory elements, the ambrosial nature of the cat's environment is completely opposite from the typical human environment.
Thus, we ask a great question: Are the unfamiliar places always more mysterious than the home?
I think not.
The unfamiliar places allow us to rehearse unexplored sensations and to connect them with sensory modalities. In this way, we can get a glance into an animal's environment in the dark, when the animal is sleeping, even though the house is brightly lit.
Sometimes, we are not sure how our human eye strikes the earth at this distance. 20210730. Above the rug we see FIGURE 27: The window with one thousand locks. And in total, we see FIGURE 28: The magical phenomenon of the house.
Even the signs we attach to the house, we know that they are not to be regarded as objective realities.
They owe their existence to the house's internal relations, which are completely different from the objective relations of the outside world.
A house is by its very nature and level of development nothing more than a collection of interrelated perception marks.
Since the magical house is not made by human hands, one cannot expect an objective reality to shine through its windows.
But we want to ask how the house affects the environment, that is, how it affects the perception marks of its subjects. 20210902. The brown and yellow painting on the wall shows a bird seeing its own reflection in a mirror. The reflection twirls about the bird like a spider's web. The whole effect is a kind of symchthonic, mesmeric, and final peace.
Final thoughts: There are certainly areas of science art that I would improve, aren't there? Attention to details is fundamental in learning to draw inferences from a natural environment. We know that in the eye's retina there is a proteinaceous material that forms a lens for the outside world. We know that the lens is elastic and can be bent by special forces to make visible certain frequencies of light, such as colors one would expect to see on the skin of a cow. We see in our human environment the colored lights of a city street. We see in our animal environment the colored lights of a flower garden and the trees and bushes that grow in the countryside. 20210812. The plants outside the window form a canopy which absorbs the sun and moon and provides shade for the beings below. In this way, the canopy is like a spell that protects us from the perils of the outside world.
Were the sun and moon not with us, our eyes would tire and our vision would fail. In the spell of the sky goddesses, the constellations would melt into nothing but a din of broken songs.
"One will find the same sky goddess in clouds, on the leaves of a plant, and, most impressively, on the stem of a flower." 20211109. Above the fireplace, a mirror on the wall shows us a different image of ourself. It is shown, in this case, that a smooth surface is necessary in order to create the illusion of our presence, the mimicry of our own body in the mirror.
We distinguish four human colors, red, green, blue, and white.
We distinguish seven human tones.
We distinguish seven human voices.
We distinguish seven human smells.
We distinguish seven human tastes.
We distinguish seven human positions.
We distinguish seven human motions.
We distinguish seven human speeds.
We do not see ourselves as human beings but rather as animals of our world. 20211113. The white tile of the bathroom floor is covered in a red fluid.
But blood is not the only substance on the white surface.
The water is proof.
The Tentacular fabric is fabulated with fibrous loops.
Crocheting with this material is not only courageous, it is beautiful.
The microcosm of prosthesis, of making a positive difference between ourselves and those we come into contact with, is celebrated.
We hope that this show of hands, with its labyrinthine paths, will give us a glance into the chambers of our mothers at our coming encounter.
We know that our mothers are our breath, but we cannot see into their souls.
We only perceive signs of our breathing. 20211106. This is a bedroom in which all my worldly things are strewn about like the bushes and trees of a meadow after a hurricane.
All my worldly things are points of view, like a garden which has no center.
They do not belong to me, nor do they represent a particular kind of reality.
They are jumbled together like a tumbleweed.
They weave like a spider’s web.
The shrapnel of grenades, the feathers of pigeons, and other such things float in the ether like raindrops. 20211125. A person is taking a picture of a woman with long dark hair. She is a model citizen of a ruined city. Every pore on her skin has been seeped by the filth of the world — by the filth of capitalism — and she is ready to be radiated further.
A radiated woman wants only to be recognized and to be competent in her function as a carrier of meaning. She does not need a photo-shoot to know what she is doing. 20211029. My eyes are drawn to a small group of pictures. And in each picture, there is a animal subject in a still magical environment. The group of animals in the magical forest is closely related to the group of animals that lives in the everyday environment.
Each picture is a repetition of the same theme: an animal lives in a magical forest, and two groups of animals come together in a common magical experience.
Why is it so hard to find a common denominator between animals and magical environments? Since all animals are mere mechanisms which work together just like any machine.
How can we think in the magical atmosphere, which is stuffed with loops and ridges, folds and curves. How can we think in the magical environment, which has no beginning and no end? 20211003. I am sitting across from an empty red chair, and the chair just keeps getting lower as I inhale deeply and deeply. In order to get through this horrible period of emptiness, I have to keep my gaze fixed on the ground. This does not allow for much room for mistake. As soon as I start to get up, I am not guided by visual perception marks to move my legs. My eyes are on the ground only after I have taken a deep breath, so that they are focused on the movement of the entire body no matter how small.
FIGURE 14. Deep breath and regular movement of the leg.
Deep breaths are the only ones that work. 20211019. This is not a livingroom, but in fact a living room. A room brought to life by the lively medium of the spider's web.
With the same medium, the art of weaving is enabled. With the elasticity of fibers, the art of weaving is on display.
Weaving is passing on and receiving, making and unmaking, picking up threads and dropping them.
Weaving is a process of causative destruction, of implanting and flowering.
Weaving is a practice of “passive resistance,” “passive integration,” “passive decomposition,” “passive synthesis,” “passive implanting,” “passive notification,” “passive tactile sensation.”
These oppositions are not a contradiction. They are a consistent pattern in bringing disparate relational worldings into harmony. 20211110. Above the bed, the lights on the ceiling mark a contrast to the night-time outside.
Everything darkens.
Everything grows darker.
The moon enters a slow month.
The sun enters its last month.
The moon shines on the clouds.
The sky is full of stars.
And these transformations become like lines upon a gauzy fabric. 20211230. Two people stand before a large image of a meadow filled with demons, each with his or her share of the demon blooms. Each has a speaker placed in his or her vicinity that stimulates speech.
Whenever two persons exchange whispers, it is as if the demons had been summoned by heaven to the rescue. The whole environment is a meadow filled with the most dreadful things.
Whenever both of us take our places opposite one another in a meadow, we hear the same speaker announce, “There is a being at the other end of the rainbow, a human being.”
If both people produce the same speech, then the demon has been exorcized. 20211229. A cat wanders across the brown rug on the wooden floor. All is well in the world.
My cat lady loves to curl up with a book in the corner. Here, she jumps onto a book, reads a chapter, and then, with one smooth motion, throws the book back on the shelf. She has had enough.
We are not alone, we are not things, only judgments and concepts, the universe will be found in the deluge to come. 20211230. A number of boxes and trash cans on the floor caught my eye, as did a picture on the wall showing an equally messy pile of clothes. These were not ordinary human things, these were exotic foreign objects, brought into this world by stealth, as we girls and boys in the West continue to be taught that birds are real. My curiosity was piqued. Why not me too? Surely, someone had to be curious. And besides, I had the feeling that the stranger before me was not a product of Western culture at all, but, rather, a product of Nature herself.
The whole room becomes a nesting area for aphids, and, since no one is present at all in the room, flies are guaranteed at random.
But, once the eggs are loose, the sound of the fly’s alarm is not enough to scare away the predators, since the spider is well camouflaged in the web.
With this escape route so clear, it is time to return to the question of the mysterious way. The familiar path may be a more fluid medium, or perhaps a more viscous one. 20210701. Window
Chair
Computer
Clock
A certain device has been placed at my service that shows how useful the machine can be as a messenger. When I take my coffee, I am not riveted to a place, but rather, I am drawn to the sensation of the liquid, to which it belongs, hot and cold, smelling and tasting.
The function of the clock is to give me a signal to get up, not to keep me up. All other stimuli are treated as noise. Sensory perception is thus involved. But a closer look reveals a much more interesting sight.
As one can see, the clock is a useful tool, not just for its internal structure, but also for its effect on the environment. Since the clock’s movement is like a bell, with a simple rhythm, it follows that we must associate the bell with a kind of interior tone, in order to understand its meaning. 20210701. Potted plants
Flowering plants
Seed-producing cultivars
Eucalyptus
Orchids
Azalea
Fungi
Bacteria
Magical phenomena
Everywhere, though, are the mutants, the ones that ripen in the presence of the imperious scourge of climate change but not in the homely realm of the flower-picking imagination. 20210701. The plant in a pot looks different than the orchids in the background. How does a simple structure like an organic pentagram escape the fetters of time? Time is an unseen enemy who chases away the innocent.
Orchids are famous for their ability to survive under terrible environmental stresses. Certain kinds of orchids can withstand for hundreds of years under such stress. Others fail. Others fail and then die.
A rich field of research lies ahead if, with the help of modern molecular and chemical tools, we can establish how these orchids hold up under such stresses.
There are thousands of kinds of orchids, each with its own life stage, females and males. They are also widely cultivated for their psychoactive effects. 20210701. Behind the green wall, a human is holding a mirror with the caption: “In order to look more natural, one must always use a good lens.”
Well done, human. Well played.
Follow me, then, into the mirror, with my flight path, into the unknown world of the environment.
My companion, the talented artist, teaches me that feeling is not a human activity: it is instead a conjunctive activity.
My companion, the designer, teaches me that thinking is practice: it is a theoretical, participatory practice.
My companion, the animal, teaches me of bird-like fractals, string figures, and mosquito utterances. 20210701. A cloud of insects stings us in all our undertakings.
We begin to feel that we have messed up our instruments of observation, and that an entirely new system of feeling and action is required.
The feeling we want to impart to these new found, efficacious insects is “to be witnesses for their being.”
But how does a mere mortal like me, who has studied with flying insects, become a veritable witness for the nonexistence of the spiders of my imagination?
My whole environment is closed and confined, and I cannot look away. 20210701. The black mirror serves to conjugate the senses with each other, so that the web is perceived both visually and chemically in the spider's environment.
FIGURE 34. Signals of the web.
Perceived visually, the web is a black-and-white image.
Chemically, the web is a liquid, viscous one. 20210701. The walls show the shadows that the sun, moon, and stars cast on the wood.
Under the same light, these images blend in the most complete darkness:
Symbol of the living breathing.
Symbol of the dying star.
Symbol of the living earth.
Symbol of the dead man with the cross.
Symbol of the living mother with child.
Symbol of the dead branch on the stem.
Symbol of the living reaping. 20210701. A pile of wooden branches comes down, one after the other. These branch varieties are not bound to any ontological commitments: they know universals and differences, and they weave clusters and eddies to sustain relational flourishing.
In forming the woodlands, diverse peoples and other critters enrich the earth with abundant life-forms, changing their species identities according to their own unique structures and compositions. This is not an organic process, but a systematic ordered improvement after centuries of devastating breakdowns and falsifications. 20210709. A wooden chair is positioned for you here. What do you think it feels like?
Do you remember, when you were a child, the things in your environment that only you could see? Do you remember that even your own eyes are just a big illusion after all?
In this case, no experience is needed, the image has already been supplied by the brain. What more can we say about the effect of the sun on a still crystal clear sky?
Transparent waves of light stretch out all around the outside of the eye like curtains, which let only the most distant things in. Transparent waves of light are like a glass plate placed on the counter that only receives light from behind.
A perfectly clear glass plate is always a mirage.
The muscles of the eye are relaxed when at rest, like the muscles of a jellyfish. 20210704. This room has a lot of unknowns in it.
How do we know such a space exists?
How do we know that it is not just a spatial schema created by the brain.
How do we know that it has not been thoroughly infiltrated by anything but a maze, so full of turns, jumps, climbs, and disappointments, since the beginning? We do not know.
We do not know what is in the void between us and the things of our human environment. We do not know what path lies beyond us, what is inside that which is not ourselves?
We do not know that we are following a true path, only that we have been moved along such a path.
We do know that the path is open to be traversed by any animal subject, whether it is a matter of a machine or a mere object.
We do know that this is a subject that has no connection with human intentions, since we can very well imagine that each and every one of our human sensations fills a little tube with a millionth of a drop of water, and this drop is driven through the air by the breeze like a balloon. 20210707. A man wearing a red shirt stood next to a woman holding a bag, and a lively discussion ensued as to the propriety of this casual acquaintance.
The following exchange took place:
Woman: Excuse me, but I can't seem to find what I was looking for.
Man: Why not just ask for it?
Woman: I want to ask you something that has bothered me, that has been on my heart since I left home.
Man: What is that?
Woman: I want to ask how home affects my spirit. 20210701. The flags hanging from the ceiling, like the confetti of the gods, serve to attract our eyes, which use the light-absorbing properties of the fabric to find their way and to guide us through the air.
Thanks to its taking on foreign meaning-symbols, the sky is filled with cat’s whiskers, not clouds. Because the sky is also a maze, with pits and chambers for all species, we must be on our guard against terraforming dogs, who have no fear of anything that strangles a breeze or the sun.
If we want to use the clouds as a form of protection, we must teach ourselves to get lost in them. With this ability, we will take up the task of guarding against the unseen. 20210729. The cat has black ears, yellow eyes, and whisker tips for peeping. With these sensory elements, the ambrosial nature of the cat's environment is completely opposite from the typical human environment.
Thus, we ask a great question: Are the unfamiliar places always more mysterious than the home?
I think not.
The unfamiliar places allow us to rehearse unexplored sensations and to connect them with sensory modalities. In this way, we can get a glance into an animal's environment in the dark, when the animal is sleeping, even though the house is brightly lit.
Sometimes, we are not sure how our human eye strikes the earth at this distance. 20210730. Above the rug we see FIGURE 27: The window with one thousand locks. And in total, we see FIGURE 28: The magical phenomenon of the house.
Even the signs we attach to the house, we know that they are not to be regarded as objective realities.
They owe their existence to the house's internal relations, which are completely different from the objective relations of the outside world.
A house is by its very nature and level of development nothing more than a collection of interrelated perception marks.
Since the magical house is not made by human hands, one cannot expect an objective reality to shine through its windows.
But we want to ask how the house affects the environment, that is, how it affects the perception marks of its subjects. 20210902. The brown and yellow painting on the wall shows a bird seeing its own reflection in a mirror. The reflection twirls about the bird like a spider's web. The whole effect is a kind of symchthonic, mesmeric, and final peace.
Final thoughts: There are certainly areas of science art that I would improve, aren't there? Attention to details is fundamental in learning to draw inferences from a natural environment. We know that in the eye's retina there is a proteinaceous material that forms a lens for the outside world. We know that the lens is elastic and can be bent by special forces to make visible certain frequencies of light, such as colors one would expect to see on the skin of a cow. We see in our human environment the colored lights of a city street. We see in our animal environment the colored lights of a flower garden and the trees and bushes that grow in the countryside. 20210812. The plants outside the window form a canopy which absorbs the sun and moon and provides shade for the beings below. In this way, the canopy is like a spell that protects us from the perils of the outside world.
Were the sun and moon not with us, our eyes would tire and our vision would fail. In the spell of the sky goddesses, the constellations would melt into nothing but a din of broken songs.
"One will find the same sky goddess in clouds, on the leaves of a plant, and, most impressively, on the stem of a flower." 20211109. Above the fireplace, a mirror on the wall shows us a different image of ourself. It is shown, in this case, that a smooth surface is necessary in order to create the illusion of our presence, the mimicry of our own body in the mirror.
We distinguish four human colors, red, green, blue, and white.
We distinguish seven human tones.
We distinguish seven human voices.
We distinguish seven human smells.
We distinguish seven human tastes.
We distinguish seven human positions.
We distinguish seven human motions.
We distinguish seven human speeds.
We do not see ourselves as human beings but rather as animals of our world. 20211113. The white tile of the bathroom floor is covered in a red fluid.
But blood is not the only substance on the white surface.
The water is proof.
The Tentacular fabric is fabulated with fibrous loops.
Crocheting with this material is not only courageous, it is beautiful.
The microcosm of prosthesis, of making a positive difference between ourselves and those we come into contact with, is celebrated.
We hope that this show of hands, with its labyrinthine paths, will give us a glance into the chambers of our mothers at our coming encounter.
We know that our mothers are our breath, but we cannot see into their souls.
We only perceive signs of our breathing. 20211106. This is a bedroom in which all my worldly things are strewn about like the bushes and trees of a meadow after a hurricane.
All my worldly things are points of view, like a garden which has no center.
They do not belong to me, nor do they represent a particular kind of reality.
They are jumbled together like a tumbleweed.
They weave like a spider’s web.
The shrapnel of grenades, the feathers of pigeons, and other such things float in the ether like raindrops. 20211125. A person is taking a picture of a woman with long dark hair. She is a model citizen of a ruined city. Every pore on her skin has been seeped by the filth of the world — by the filth of capitalism — and she is ready to be radiated further.
A radiated woman wants only to be recognized and to be competent in her function as a carrier of meaning. She does not need a photo-shoot to know what she is doing. 20211029. My eyes are drawn to a small group of pictures. And in each picture, there is a animal subject in a still magical environment. The group of animals in the magical forest is closely related to the group of animals that lives in the everyday environment.
Each picture is a repetition of the same theme: an animal lives in a magical forest, and two groups of animals come together in a common magical experience.
Why is it so hard to find a common denominator between animals and magical environments? Since all animals are mere mechanisms which work together just like any machine.
How can we think in the magical atmosphere, which is stuffed with loops and ridges, folds and curves. How can we think in the magical environment, which has no beginning and no end? 20211003. I am sitting across from an empty red chair, and the chair just keeps getting lower as I inhale deeply and deeply. In order to get through this horrible period of emptiness, I have to keep my gaze fixed on the ground. This does not allow for much room for mistake. As soon as I start to get up, I am not guided by visual perception marks to move my legs. My eyes are on the ground only after I have taken a deep breath, so that they are focused on the movement of the entire body no matter how small.
FIGURE 14. Deep breath and regular movement of the leg.
Deep breaths are the only ones that work. 20211019. This is not a livingroom, but in fact a living room. A room brought to life by the lively medium of the spider's web.
With the same medium, the art of weaving is enabled. With the elasticity of fibers, the art of weaving is on display.
Weaving is passing on and receiving, making and unmaking, picking up threads and dropping them.
Weaving is a process of causative destruction, of implanting and flowering.
Weaving is a practice of “passive resistance,” “passive integration,” “passive decomposition,” “passive synthesis,” “passive implanting,” “passive notification,” “passive tactile sensation.”
These oppositions are not a contradiction. They are a consistent pattern in bringing disparate relational worldings into harmony. 20211110. Above the bed, the lights on the ceiling mark a contrast to the night-time outside.
Everything darkens.
Everything grows darker.
The moon enters a slow month.
The sun enters its last month.
The moon shines on the clouds.
The sky is full of stars.
And these transformations become like lines upon a gauzy fabric. 20211230. Two people stand before a large image of a meadow filled with demons, each with his or her share of the demon blooms. Each has a speaker placed in his or her vicinity that stimulates speech.
Whenever two persons exchange whispers, it is as if the demons had been summoned by heaven to the rescue. The whole environment is a meadow filled with the most dreadful things.
Whenever both of us take our places opposite one another in a meadow, we hear the same speaker announce, “There is a being at the other end of the rainbow, a human being.”
If both people produce the same speech, then the demon has been exorcized. 20211229. A cat wanders across the brown rug on the wooden floor. All is well in the world.
My cat lady loves to curl up with a book in the corner. Here, she jumps onto a book, reads a chapter, and then, with one smooth motion, throws the book back on the shelf. She has had enough.
We are not alone, we are not things, only judgments and concepts, the universe will be found in the deluge to come. 20211230. A number of boxes and trash cans on the floor caught my eye, as did a picture on the wall showing an equally messy pile of clothes. These were not ordinary human things, these were exotic foreign objects, brought into this world by stealth, as we girls and boys in the West continue to be taught that birds are real. My curiosity was piqued. Why not me too? Surely, someone had to be curious. And besides, I had the feeling that the stranger before me was not a product of Western culture at all, but, rather, a product of Nature herself.