Slow motion photography. Strobe effect. Extreme magnification. Reality is more interesting when you see the details, the things you normally miss. There is more devilry going on than meets the mind. Does the eye miss it? Is it too fast for the ear? Or, is the information all there but blowing through the mind so quickly that the mind just shrugs? "I think it was a bird or bug or something," says the mind. Is all the data that came from the eye remembered, or is just the perception of the mind, that low-quality snapshot, kept in memory? Where the hell did the details go?
She is looking at me as I speak, but she blinks. Her eyelids close over eyes smiling in my direction. I wait in anticipation. As the lids open, however, I am crushed to see that, while the eyes were closed, her focus dropped just a fraction. She is now looking slightly down and to her right. I have lost her. Without volition I lean, very slightly, down and to my left, as though her focus is something I can control. "Come back," I think to myself, but she is blinking once more, a bit too soon. I have this irrational fear that her lids, once closed, will never open again. Involuntarily, I send a nerve impulse to raise the pitch and volume of my voice, trying to engage her. The signal pulses inside me, pinging for some system to listen and respond, as her lids come together. She is gone, wandering in an inner world where I cannot follow. Terrified inside, I watch and I wait.
The universe is made up of smaller things than we know. We are more a world of motes than might, half of this and half of that and half of that, recursive descent ad infinitum. Particles matter, they matter more than we know, for they are the particulars of matter. I'm too large and compound, I know, to truly articulate particulate matters. You cannot make these things up, people, but they can make you up.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Love.
