Is confusion not knowing? Or is it a softness that comes to protect you from knowing. A cloud to rest in.
I don't think there is any better way to teach but by example.
That is how we teach ourselves.
If we are lucky, it doesn't take too much time to realize that knowing is an obstacle to that.
I flipped solstice over. Took the background out so I could look through. Solstice past and solstice present. And I can imagine solstice future very clearly. It is formless. A dream. And I can't wait to see.
And just like that, I realized that Patchwork in Perspective has suddenly taken on an evolutionary aspect. I need words, but they shall come, in time.
Today we drive to a house by the sea.
Who knows?
I carry my cloud with me. A temporary Coma.
