lightness

The heaviness, opaqueness, of oneness (not that 'two' is the solution). Knowledge of the world means there is no more 'world', only strings holding us up, or together. To be as insubstantial as the moon. Dear, dear Cyrano! The fineness of a well-timed exit, the unexpected guest appearance, the [words said secretly]...

'Va' tu, leggera e piana,
dritt' a la donna mia'

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You sit in the car, motionless, engulfed in the warm air that had been circulating there since early morning, when the last stars took leave, and the sky gradually and imperceptibly lightened. The comfort a hermit achieves, I guess. A bundle of perceptions, held ever-so briefly together by a faint memory, like a bouquet of flowers. A miniature dragonfly eases itself on to my knuckle. Well, ten million years of evolution and what have you got to say for yourself? Nothing? Thought as much. The randomness of the deviation of atoms brings us together, or moves us apart.

An ancient and delicate form, you think to yourself. Not as crafty as the seahorse, but similar in its manner of avoiding all questions, of breaking the line. The crusty, curvy seahorse, much smaller than anticipated. Two steps forwards and then-whoosh!-a dash to the side. What kind of movement is that? The slashed questions of our lives.

To think; to not think; to not think one is not thinking; to avoid infinite regresses. To sleep, and to sleep well is to remember nothing. When I wake, my bones ache. What kind of remembrance is that?