bau


welcome to the central central central of the circle in the system of the point in the middle*

you walk, you run, you type and you learn languages full of clicks and rhythms. it is so eternally beautiful, to learn. there is so much input, not all light, not all dark, but so much, so vast. and our cells just know it all, we are everything, we are the whole planet and its whole life from the first IN SINGLE BODIES AND MOVING MOTIONS (of life of life). going about our journey each day, with bright eyes, with sharp ears, doing our own, creating the reality that we are revolving in and floating in and concerned in and sad in and elated in...

it is all poetry, it is all beautiful. the sound takes it inside to where the stripped bare entity of our striving to perfection nature resides always. it's a song. it's a note. it is perfect.

"the machines of my youth," she starts in her book, "are the penetration of a complexity that explodes with divinity as the tool awaiting the master, the grand master with the flood of reality virtuals."

these tools are moving like tissue and neural snaps so so fast (and faster still) that you really must get going until you can't see your legs you're moving so fast [like in cartoons]. so we go and we go to where we know but don't know, but follow. our computing pushing it further in, further in. the sealed realm of your motions to extraction.