i think motion is the most fascinating thing. The motion of people about their lives from place to place. A person is there one moment, with another, then gone. Motion took them there and now they are both gone.
It eclipses the sun.
And though plans are made and hopes are drawn, you cant help but look to the ephemerality of it all. Where we move and hope. I’m here you are there and so am I. At least i hope I am.
Throw a book accross the ocean and it might never reach your destination but at least it’s moving. And hit it’s mark in dreams and hopeful desire.
nothing changes when one moves, at least one lies to find that conclusion.
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With regard to your blogpost-titles, why is everything an approximation with you? Can nothing be exact and concrete? Or, in the other direction, so far flung from the truth of things that it is untruth or just blatantly wrong?
Or is all this a facade behind which truisms are undoubtedly formed, as in your lie-conclusion. Lie it is, but conclusion it is also. Or is this conclusion, too, an approximation?
Red, approximately x
With regard to your blogpost-titles, why is everything an approximation with you? Can nothing be exact and concrete? Or, in the other direction, so far flung from the truth of things that it is untruth or just blatantly wrong?
Or is all this a facade behind which truisms are undoubtedly formed, as in your lie-conclusion. Lie it is, but conclusion it is also. Or is this conclusion, too, an approximation?
Motion is beauty, or, to be precise in the way of Marinetti, who said: “Speed is Beauty”.
Dear Shakey-P put it as “Action is Eloquence”. Fascinating it is indeed.
Red, approximately x