Is there life after death, but only by remembering the lives of who we call others and then ourselves along with the consideration, if only in a passing moment, akin to coinciding but best if accompanied in the midst of potential, although limited enough as chance can be considered causal of cohesiveness within a framework that burdens more than carries, without, as is the case locally, an acknowledgment wherein similitudes would resemble understandings, whereabouts then ending up defined by projections?
What about surroundings lends itself to certainty, or that ever mercurial sensation called belonging, in a state of constant transit, trains of thoughts rolling along in an effort to catch up to one self iterated, yet deterred from advancing due to wants arrayed before and after, irradiated continuously, at least that flow can remain steady, moving along as influenced by unseen, yet extreme specificities cumbersome, and equally enshrined as any necessity can be curtailed, by apparently outlandish senses?
A wonderment can go as many ways as there are eyes interacting in a search for some complicit purpose safely nudging toward jovial, redirected dialogues interspersed with dispersion, tangled trajectories harkening, hoping to ignite a populace in capacity to heave, but not for its own sake, most hopefully instead, measuring balances that level off levels, remove beliefs that place value on surface aspects invariably molded together due to an approximation set in motion, with a goal to have mutual respect?
(2024/04/01-30)