Projections of a shadow world, inventions of morning light, breathed in, breathed out, footprints on worlds of oceans with fifteen billion suns. Stretched out, rolled up, ripped apart, and weather-worn; spaces of matter and twisted time, between two verses and ion shifts. The key to everything, a single photon, particles of energy turned into mass.
What is real there, really?
The mind sees, the brain detects; stimulations and time-dependent waves. An effect of cause, a focus, from one to two and on and on.
Recognizing, we see. Seeing, we believe. Touching, we feel. Thresholds surpassed, reset, surpassed again. The key to everything is nothing.
“What do you see?”
“The image of a face, a moment, the things you see?”
The palm of the hand, inside out, energy and time; the faster we go, the bigger we become, until we become all at once the zero and the one.