May 29
#DimensionalMappingDiary
Every morning, I open the windows and the front door wide enough for the house itself to dissolve into the outside world.
Birdsongs from impossibly far away.
The Doppler shift of crows crossing the sky.
Warning calls from birds I cannot name.
I stand inside the harmony of it all, feeling as though some hidden law, some pattern beneath reality, is almost visible.
Almost.
And the frustration of not quite reaching it.
Sometimes I wonder if the world perceived through the illusion-machine called the brain is actually a gentle translation of the universe itself.