And so I can only think about how it is that I’m here, rather than there, wherever there may be, but of course the answer just so happens to be the one that is the most obvious, and it involves the power of legwork as a mode of transport from one location to another. It may also involve sitting, but soon I will have to relocate as there will need to be the getting of the ready followed by the heading off to the work.
Riveting stuff, let me tell you.
Anyway, I’m here, not there and there is not here. It is, however, there. What does this all mean? It could mean a many thing. It could mean that all locations are not in one location, but instead spread over many a different location with varying amounts of distance between each one relative to another one. It could mean that. It could also mean that perhaps all locations are just one location but the way that we perceive them is as spread over distances relative to each location so as to make sure that we perceive things in a way we can understand, lest we go mad from the revelation, or something. It is possible.
However, it is likely that if this were indeed the case, the only reason why we’d go mad from the revelation is due to being born into the world with a certain kind of perception, only to have that perception shattered, or something. Really not sure on that one, to be honest. Perhaps it requires some sort of research, but I’m not feeling much like doing much research as right now my ears are preoccupied with listening to music and the research would take away from that. It would also take away from the writing of whatever it is that I’m writing and I know where I’d rather focus my attention.
Of course, it doesn’t matter anyway as we’d still be in a position of traversal being required. Perhaps that traversal would not be completely required all the time, but sometimes it would and it is a subtle art that needs mastering so as to feel as natural as it can possibly feel; Something to consider, but something not wanting to be considered.
Or maybe it does want to be considered as is wanting someone to do just that, but the only way it can get that interest piqued is through subtle hinting rather than overt displays of telling, but the subtlety is so subtle that instead of anyone getting it, they just marvel at the sublime beauty of environment and nature, then get on with their lives, as that is the way it has always been and will always be.
If that is indeed the case, then, well, there’s little else to say about the subject unless the digging starts and we really begin to question the perception of traversal we hold, but then again, maybe that’s gone as far as it can.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:54:01
Wrote this yesterday, then sat on it for no reason.
A lot of rambling of which I’m happy with.
I really like the nothingness of this post.
Written at home.