It begins and ends in absurdity

Zero and anything less than zero hasn’t much value unless you’re ready to begin. A clean slate, no promises, no regrets, pure witness, a flower always blooming. Web that extends beyond our seeing. A cloud with texture until we try to hold it. There’s a tenuous intuition to this. No rules apart from the boundaries of a screen or a skull, because within that…endless complexity and possibility. So zero is the return and the center.  I won’t proclaim now or now….or now. we’re letting go of that hope. There is no now as everything is now and we’ll go beyond now. Thus, we are ready to begin.

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