What is Becoming?

And then it is like a volcano spewing more grandly than before with a little more addiction and clastic pizazz.
The web has a neighborhood and it’s spun like the imagined silk hair of your catwalk riverboat geisha.
Here, It becomes the story and yet the story doesn’t matter when a footpath is depicted by interstate.
As a tattoo hides only the skin so much as words hide only voice and you become the imprint of your chest

Sometimes, it’s easier to see when you’re not looking directly

When I was young, I didn’t really know anything about the Doppler Effect. I only knew that it made that sound when something like a car, train or truck went by me.

I couldn’t even begin to identify the variation in pitch or any of the mechanics but I genuinely felt its nature and this became imprinted in me – without concept, words or explicabilty.

I suppose we don’t always have to know.

For a reason akin, this has always been a treasure to me:

Study is like the heaven’s glorious sun
That will not be deep-search’d with saucy looks:

Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others’ books
These earthly godfathers of heaven’s lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
From: ”Loves Labours Lost”, Act 1 Scene 1, W.B. Shakespeare