When I was in blank
space; the primordial darkness of mind that everyone is likely to experience if
they think about it, I could only see Sir Isaac Newton’s spinning bucket experiment
to illustrate gravity and absolute space. Space dwells with meaning and matter
such as teeth arrayed in a circular Stonehenge
in anyone’s mouth.
Until the teeth are lost as when a youth
before adult teeth grow in it is challenging to find ideas unborn in the silent,
still darkness that could last forever yet doesn’t. It is on a hill like an
unmoved mover without time. It rolls downhill faster than light as a metaphor
for a Universe- any Universe. Each first place I see through emergent fog. The
place where sensation is vector topology, math matrices structured like dreams
for-themselves are driftwood.
And that is what I see like a light in the
darkness, or would if anything could have color without illumination, form
without substance, shadow without the sun of mind. The will to be and become
full paragraphs in Hilbert space of four dimensional points in motion
compounding themselves. Only then do the teeth become painful; abscessed with
age.
