Someone recently tagged this post I had long forgotten came from somewhere within me…re-reading it re-opened and helped provide direction or remembrance to some interrogative purpose… thank you WordPress-ers
“He opens Nothing, with a nothing key” (Macedonio Fernandez)
(Arkadii Dragomoschenko) “Everything begins as an error of vision…”
Time. How it fluctuates. The excruciating and seemingly eternal wait…and that which occurs suddenly. Whether it exists or not, we live on its terms. Experienced, as with everything, to varying intensities.
Topical, temporal, terms.
Age-old commonplace: does movement (spatial) fragment a continuum (temporal)? or does some urge toward continuance (temporal) spawn diverse actions (spatial)? Chicken or egg? Or chicken in egg withwhile an egg in the chicken? Choose your poisons. Or not. The terms preside.
When are we most apt to accede to the passage (spatial) that is (of) time? Alternately referred to as “aging,” “progress,” “growth,” “erosion,” “deterioration,” “process” and so on. Some quote/unquote “motion” variously rendered (perspectivally perceived).
Serial designations. Arbitrarily “first,” “second,” “third,” “last.” “Beginning,” “middling,” “end” (-ing). Sounds and rhythms (consonant-verb syllables)…
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