CLOTHESLINE

Life is but a CLOTHESLINE upon which each one of us keeps on hanging that daily laundry, done or undone; we have but one choice hang it or cut the darn line and so drift back into that specific third world, the digital infinity where all things are but part, pieces, from all the possible scales, the whole mess adrift until parts connect due to inner time oscillation pattern congruent enough to require a connection, form an expansion, a time line of life;

Now life is not real per se, for it is but an existential platform upon which violence and intelligence meet, seemingly two most extreme opposites, yet absolutely inter related, for when permitted to interact, they create a space, an explosion of space to be specific;

When a life pattern sets in, material or organic, it is simply a projection from an existential congruence now growing out and projecting a shadow, with a twist, a trick...

Each life strand is bound to it's own recognition of the what makes it so in order to start tending the