Have you ever attempted to use a tool you didn’t quite understand how to use only to marvel at someone who was adept at its usage? Tools are not truth. How we use them certainly will reveal many possibilities, but as for the question of correctness, there is only the exactitude of skill.
We can also mention recipes. The recipe is not, more does it contain the elements of what it instructs. The ritual, however, has boundless history, is predicated on history.** Picture, snapshots for memory’s sake. For memory’s sake? If we ever found where the grass meets the ground, would we remember the location?
Evidence, Breadcrumbs. The tick of a clock. This moment, that moments, this this this
There’s no accounting for such things and , there we are at the front of it all again. How to account for one thing becoming another? Is it an issue of complexity residing necessarily or one due to the harness of perception? When do you know you will leave a lover? Can it be possible to feel the bitterness as it first arises? Or is it only when we look back that we recognize that unnameable feeling we had in our gut. We continue, continued a past future. THe difficulty of what actually cloaks us indiscernible.
Don’t get me wrong, it is crucial to have distance. Critical.
The distance of time. Time which takes us each on our own little way. Our own rhythms. Sometimes others share our rhythm, lovers share the same time. What is the importance of response time? The deeper the cave, the longer the response time.
walls give us a safety of where we begin to be outside. We depend on a certain tempo of echolocation. So to tell a plant a thing or two is an exercise to either investigate a speed of return or to consider that we may be looking long into the water when the space of our words is addressing us. And through interference, we see walls where there exits something responding by its very ability to remain, unknowable as it is.