“Complivexations© – Eloquence #8”

Matter does not any longer necessarily climb the rungs of some theoretical ladder from the miniscule to the enormous. In fact, designations of matter identity may serve us simply as a dance card on a floor of generation, scattered with granulations of possibility. And the spaces between the dancers are full. Full of music and sidereal masses and compelling back beats. For just as nothing happens all the time in a single moment, then neither is everywhere filled with everything.

It’s like you’re waiting for an important phone call that might beckon you to a particular destination. And you kinda want to go to the park, but you don’t cause you’re waiting for that call. So you try to do something as a distraction and before you know it you are so focused that when the phone does ring, it makes you jump with the awesome sound of it.