everything we do is just patterns within patterns within... much as if fractals reveal the entire meaning of life, everything being looped within and without, cycles and connections, but not just how drunk it feels, but in all things form are an attempt, a desire to bring form out of nothing, or rather, the abstract, that which is no longer once it is grasped, that which always just exceeds your ability to grasp, and that is what makes it, attempting to write it out as if nobody ever tried is pointless... not just because its been done time and again, but because grasping what you were reaching for makes it no longer what you were grasping for, so bringing it into form defies... and again with paths already walked, and analogies already used... and everything is entirely pattern. not as if it were pointless to try, but it IS pointless to try to bring form.
just be.
not even that.
-B
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