Walking Slow...

...from the beginning opens holes in our visual field. The edges of these holes are smooth to the touch. The structure of our visual reality is facile. Once opened, simple effort will stretch the holes wider. But beyond always causes one to pause. The challenge of making sense of this reality is nearly over-whelming. Suicide is not unknown among the practitioners of alternate ways of seeing. If not outright taking one’s own life than the slow death of chemicals and slipping mentally away from love and family. It is counter to revolutionary thinking to make ones waking life calm, plain and without chaos so that your thoughts can range the multitude of extraordinary means to live and die with or without meaning. The quite is instead found in the advanced stages of chemicals metabolizing through the blood stream. Like dramatic theater as catharsis, from these highly stylized and forced moments of peace come crisp interpretations of inherently random happenings. …a part of a complete balanced breakfast. Patterns are preferred two to one over all other states of being.

Walking slowly is a cellular desire beneath patterned minds, the patterns of which are simple sub-routines laid over randomness to keep the cells propagating efficiently. However, at each cell’s core is a space un-actualize, possibly devolved free from pattern yearning. Up from these very small places feeds a feeling of the slow, undifferentiated nature of the whole.