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release, and though in the first moment there is no motion, one infinitesimal beat later we've fallen a fraction, so insignificant, but already we can't attain that state of perfection, that stasis, that stability and certainty that we enjoyed just before. we've fallen away, and isn't it a relief? isn't it a joy, to be unbound from your own determinism and merge with the world? we've falling away, we are falling away, and this next moment isn't like the one before, that hair-split in reality divides now from then, the unknowable from the knowable, and it's radically different, and now you feel a twinge of fear: maybe stasis was better, sure it was safer, at least we didn't have this uncertainty, this fucking POTENTIAL! this MMMaybe, this loose free-fall of becoming to deal with, to choke down, and now we're scrabbling to hold on to something but what? we're all falling together and you can't throw it back up and we can hold each other on the way down |