How to Crystalize Rethinking

Afternoons, mornings, midday, nights alike may bring thoughts about time lived under the circumstances very different from the current ones. Light sleep, early morning weariness, an afternoon nap, traces of the sunlit, unmowed lawn…Cause more of light sleep, more fatigue. Looking for the confirmation of wasted time brings no consolation. Looking for the moment when the time rerouted the geographical location can and cannot indicate the way to imagine what to want and what not to. To spend long hours in silence is not very different than participating in a seeming conversation. Being on one’s own is sometimes denied in disguise of perverse peculiarities.  Desire is sometimes a masked weakness.

If one spends years nourishing that weakness, one might find oneself in a dark corner of a benighted pocket of the universe. One may be spending days and nights in an attempt to adjust to whatever conditions, thereby fading into whatever shade of dark one might be capable of assuming. It feeds weakness. It weakens desire.

When there is no desire, there is no movement. When there is no movement, the mind is recast in the state of hibernation. Strangely, hibernation does not seem to be oscillating to the swings of desire. Hibernation is hibernated. As such, it is left to itself, so the mind can live a life in its own right. Once it does, it becomes thirsty. It fills itself to the point of insight into yet another redescription of its content. Yet another weakness.

Its glow is its meandering wandering. It comes in the colors of unimaginable brightness. Its brightness is the incomprehensibility of children’s poetry. Its incomprehensibility is the recognition of the resonating ideas. The coexistence of the confronting ones makes the comprehensibility of children’s poetry unstable. The two make the weakness nourishable and, I guess, communicable.

The city is dancing to the sound of undefinable colors. I wish I knew how to crystalize rethinking.