We are not the keepers or searchers of information. We are the conduits, the wire, the code. There will never be a time. There will never be a time like right now, or later on. There will always be time. Do not fear the cosmic eternal, do not fear the personal infernal.
 
 
 
We all must clean our faces of and with the texture detritus of the living current.
 
 
 
 
Every tooth shines through time. The great cosmic threats aren't even in our backyards, they're in our beds.
 
 
 
 
 
The constant contractions and sway of the material flow shapes our every breath. We will all get out when the time is right, but you won't go anywhere.
 
 
 
 
 
There is a bubbling back end to every little thing, every dead and living one. There is no conjecture on the process of de-incarnation. All simultaneous explosion and settling of dust. Clean and dirty, all at once. Churning and calm, you can feel it if it gets quiet enough.
 
 
 
 
 
You are at the mercy of these forces and are one likewise. There are powers we don't use. You are not everywhere, but you could be.
 
 
 
 
There is a space shared by two spheres. There is a space occupied by one. There is a space occupied by the other. There is a space surrounding them. We are shared and surrounding.
 
 
 
 
 
Allow yourself to slip betwixt. Share the empty space with the parts of you. Let them fill and recede. Feel the expansion. Fill the transcode. Feel the transcode transpire and trespass. It was there all along.
 
 
 
 
 
The effort of Autonomic Phenomena is not in creation, but implementation. A beacon in the shared area between un-intersecting spheres. A gravity well, an access point to let the transcode spill forth.
Allowing the gentle flow of the,
 
 
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