alive
Without the terminable there in no awakening. consciousness surfaces. pulsates lightning. life is surveyed through swarming time crystals the eyes of strange bees. so I stammer in another idiom- the idiom of the exquisite automatons ( those who are positively empty to gate else-wheres in the here and now) : ez piritooal equilibre um b twin reason and intuitzion is the great mystik helth. Total Velocity is this incandescent body that extinguishes itself in the name of Love.