The fulcrum.
That mechanical piece with metal plates and chains attached to it.
The symbol of the Libra zodiac.
The balancing fulcrum but balancing 360 space. Keeping the round table from spilling over.
Black Prism being that fulcrum point of either/or, but also: and or nor for but yet if could would etc...
The coin being an instrument of false 50/50 chance analogy. Nothing ever being 50/50 besides this contrived event of the coin toss.
A domino with wind on its sides, able to fall one direction or the other.. Or neither at all, still standing.
The coin toss never landing end on end, but having to choose either heads or tails.
The mechanism between colors of the rainbow forcing each one to have its own zone. The gatekeeper and sheephearder making sure roygbiv doesn't get greedy.
Staying within their alloted eavesment.
Forcing red to transition to orange and then to yellow and so on. But not a sequence per se, and perhaps all colors fanning out at once.
Japanese fans having this black shadow quality giving gradient and depth.
The collapsibility of the Japanese fan, a close relative light and the rainbow.
Each living thing in the universe, an amiibo living inside an amoeba.
The blue life form of the sky feasting revealing its sky blue gradient and distant boundary.
Grey gradient fluffy amoeba sucking up water in a mechanism that founds and stockpiles water where it needs to go.
Plants and animals knowing exactly when to come out, waiting for this day all year.
Animals coming out, perhaps the only day water is truly safe to drink. Optimal weather conditions creating optimal drinking water conditions.
Getting lost in the woods only when you forget to copy the other animals. Eating when they eat and drinking where they drink.
They seem to be living and alive. I think I'll join them in what they're feasting on.
Crashing out to find you were more lost than you ever thought you could be. And needing to slow down just to discover that. But remembering that you can always copy people. Maybe some sort of saving grace at this last moment of hope and giving up.
Grace, a humbling fulcrum. Youre never actually dead or out of options.
Seeing out your right eye instead of your left. I think the problem is that you forgot to switch back and forth between the two.
Black Prism is like braided irony. A box of chocolates you didn't know were labeled till after you ate them blindly.
A cracker jack clue reminding you to breath and not forget it.
You were so entranced by the specificity of this advice that you kept it up for years. Not missing a moment breathing, because why not? Nobody was watching me anyway, I just kept breathing at an exact pace for two years, who cares?
Black prism are:
Secret fork in the road choices that only impact the entire way the world sees something.
Like a tree that splits into a hydra, balancing upward movement among four heads or so.
Black Prism is:
like accidently leaning against a light switch, and realizing you can control the entire world with it.
Setting up a toll booth around the switch knowing how to operate it. Knowing how to squeeze the value out of not flipping the switch either.
Black prism, those things you didn't know youre being controlled by.
A hurried conversational moment with intense confusion.
Looking at a diamond ecplipsing another diamond during sunrise. This vision in my head that gives me a seizures. Sudden lights and movement in my near view comfort zone. Creating movement in my body. Alice in Wonderland movements while my eyes are closed.
Seeing how beautiful things were and how things are, and seeing the ugliness of everything starting to make sense.
The mosaic coming together slowly of lifelong observations. The sigma and the repentance.
The magnetic pull of determinism meeting your fate.
Plants turning green so you'll know they're not brown. Green shading to brown and then shading to red.
Plants wanting to stick out in certain ways but not others to certain creatures.
Octopus revealing it's form by taking the color of the form in its shadow.
The shadow of the octopus a black prism to the observer. The exact form needed to be taken by the octopus in order to hide properly.
The octopus needed to do the math of reflection with respect to the observer. Understanding those black pupils mean something and acting before all evidence gathered.
Water doing the same in gentle mornings. Mirroring tall snowy mountains on the facade of its glassy textured surface.
Fooling the human. Where's all the water, all I see is more mountains down below?
Remembering that even algebra requires an assumption in the equation in order to solve it.
Murky assumptions leading to murky equations. Murky identity leading to murky writing. Murky personality and form. Perhaps mercurial,if only I knew what that meant.
This thing you see and now can't forget exists even though it's invisible. This tool that solves so many problems and yet none whatsoever.
But using it as the ultimate tool. A flashlight where none exist. A dark shadow to find dark shadows creating dark shadows.
Knowing that darkness existed well before light. Those things that were accidently shielded by the sun in the beginning in just the right locations.
Hopping from shadow to shadow like the game the ground is lava.
Like air within air that existed before light and occupying space. Everyone looking at it but not wanting to be seen.
The grace of the universe assimilating to its most comfortable form to the viewer. To create the most pleasing thing possible.
The viewer never knowing what form it truly wants to see. Grass being some kind of soft saving grace to crash out on always.
Soft on yourself like grass and that being the only grace you have. The black prism of reinventing that over and over again and finding depth in that.
Or having the grace to not look for that deeper shade green. Not being tempted to spiral down that open spiral you've been on already.
Remembering that most words are actually prepositions trying to lead you to grace or some similar Eckhart Tolian concept of nowness and stillness.
Can you hear me now Eckhart Toll? Y2K references and subtext aging like fine chunky milk.
The container of Tumblr becoming vivid and my lack of direction is again troubling. I hate writing.
English is one long string of either or prisms folding out like Japanese fans when prompted.
Circular logic with a long enough arc to keep its curves from view.
Like a flat earth looking flat until the right observations are carefully made.
The writing on the wall being jibberish but feeling like a new beginning after a cold ending.
Lamb chops play along song fading into the distance as youre dragged from one reality into the next.
The song that never ends played backwards a few times just to show it something new. Tired of those lyrics grinding their own grooves in your skull. Tired of not being able to control it.
The grace of being able to trick something that tricky. But becoming the trickster. Killing the thing, like Tim Allen killing Santa Clause.
That thing you forgot, where the pilgrims focused dearly on clauses. Even while shouldering on a boat ride from hell. Writing the Mayflower contract.
Forgetting that no one trusted anyone when they got here.
When did we ever start over without pinkies crossed and tongues tied. Have we started yet and are we keeping track of score this time?
A simple game spun out and never going extinct. Hoping to see the game as fun to play at some point again. Hoping for some paradigm black prism shift of colors
Hoping when hoping is right and acting when acting is right. Remembering that ethics are a black prism without end. Murky assumptions can't be solved and calling that logic once more.
Falling under the logic of politics, each choice is judged in real time. Like ants solving a maze, each iteration having a least a chance to turn out different.
The conditions being rigged and rigged being a boating and nautical term.
The doldrums of perhaps going too far out and forgetting the paddles.
Making boats that sail with pure wind in the 1500s, to building a boat that can't survive it's maiden, steam boat voyage.
The Niña outperforming the Titanic irl
The black prism of risk being involved with finance. People were betting on it failing. People bet on you failing.
The coin allows 50/50 and that's the best odds you can get. Failing seems inevitable when everything losses steam eventually. Who would bet against that.
Heads I win and tails you lose type odds.
Guess I'm still writing while a real salve exists somewhere not here.
