Matter manipulated by the lightest touch of all. Thought.
Function equal hand and mind. • Mox
Thoughts meander easily out in stray. Thoughts travel memories in threads in instant to the spot as a lightning quirking rods from sky. Do we mirror each other’s thoughts; do thoughts not tell the difference if mapped or if mirrored. Cloud’s of thoughts glide sideways in my dimlike meaning of the memories in want.
Mind sorts itself by different numerous means, perhaps be viewed as mirrors, clouds and threads. Orchestral waves operate and permiates throughout universe of mind. All neuron dendrites imprinted into holographic scores, words lables concepts, small universe for each, connects their meanings vast in clusters in the memories, or lived experiences in unending various ways. Like clouds or threads, like mycelia of millions fragile braches. As we think not with words, they’re all letters, they’re all sounds alone, the words only lables glued onto deeper meanings. Concepts of clear definition, sometimes fuzzy meaning underneath, make up the actual word. Many times in strange threads beyond and even bottomless. Some look like clouds, some look like fuzzy symbols mirrors of themselfs.
Root like treads of memories surrounds your well known simple rusty bicycle; occasions on the beach, wind in hair, greese from chain, pedals under feet, rods in well known geometric shape, handlebar and tinkling bell. Memories of a bicycle could concentrate and reap descriptions, essays, minor novels told by you alone in need. Is a memory like that so vast, how is it stored, in connections lived of then here and there.
Concepts, political opinions not self experienced mirrors of reflected aspects sometime taught adopted views. Second hand impressions handed down not first hand real. First hand beer in front of you, second hand your stories told.
Aspects, views and concepts. Memories, of multi treading stories high, levels of a stack of metaphores alone. Sayings, skilles, a blasting wound. Mark a word by traces in your inner love has struck you not alone.
Abstractions sort themselves by meander multiplying dimension connections out your total knowledge of your memories, all traces work of neurons, microtubules, synapses, atom’s spin and god knows where it’s for now.
Conscious images, feelings, notions, multitude of worlds we humans know of. Day awake. In resting sleep not aware of cleansing neurons celles restructing updates smoothens all our memories. As best phenomenal creativity is reached. Consciousness unconsciousness by means of dreams is parsed as one.
Life in constant hallucinations by our minds. Cascades of windling threads through synapses alone, making world we know as real. Mimick world in language animal incapable of.
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To be continued and iterated..