Something something it is time to wake up. Writing with a sore shoulder but I think I’ll be fine. Might not be fine but I might be fine. We’ll just have to see how it all pans out, but maybe there is no pan and so it’s all just out. How does one proceed without a pan?

Well, they make a plan.

Anyway, there is no plan. There is no direction. There is no purpose. It’s all just randomly throwing things in a specific and predetermined order in order to see what sticks. The problem is that all I have are stones.

I think I should just pocket the stones. Don’t want to be shattering windows as if I shatter the windows then how can I see through them? How will I know if there is indeed an outside world when the window no longer is whole? It will just show some suggestions of something beyond these walls rather than something whole and therefore I will not know if there really is a point in going outside for there is no view of the outside that is whole. For all I know there could no longer be an outside and all there is is what is within these walls.

Perhaps there is a risk that lies ahead and so therefore I should throw myself toward the risk. I should open the front door and step through the gateway and then be in another place at another time. I don’t know if this is something that I want to do, however, as I don’t know what is offered out there. I don’t know if there is anything worth viewing in that offer. There is every chance that I will open the front door and then find myself falling upward and because I don’t have enough twine I might get too far and be unable to return. Then again, maybe I will return but I’ll return with my socks on my ears. I don’t know if I want to do this.

Then again, there is always some sort of virtue with acting with courage in the face of uncertainty. There also is some sort of virtue in thinking about things and trying to work out risk and how to best mitigate it before stepping into situations of uncertainty. It all depends on many things and I’m not the one to work out what those things are for there is far more time needing to be spent fixing the windows so I can appreciate the small, yet detailed view that is outside.

Then again, what if I fix the window and the view has left? What if it moves away and toward some other far off location? Then what? What do I do then? Do I try and appreciate the eternal nothingness that would stretch beyond, or do I try and coerce the original view to return?

I think that there’s much to consider here, but I’m going to think about something else.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:04:36

Silly stuff but it was fun to write.

Written at home.