the arnold arboretum
how do i communicate this?
it's me, alone (no not technically entirely alone) (but yes for the alone-ness of sensory experience) on the top of the [immediate] world!
eyes shut! my body did not exist; the wind moved the tree (serving as my perch) in unreal ways while the light battered at my eyelids, using every shifting pattern and flickering design possible to get in.
the voices below - blended together (i tried to remember professor meyer's lecture about some nameless-to-me philosopher; complex versus simple ideas; the notes and overtones that make up a chord); mixed with the wind and infinitely the rustling of the leaves (read: world).
nothing was discrete; individuality no longer existed. experience was not splintered; there were no parts to be singled out. it was the difference between digital and analog (think: physics book waveform diagram). pointillism from a distance.
the result: complete totality of existence! these words can only hope to send a tiniest sliver of understanding to anybody outside of myself. but trust me when i tell you that the experience was nothing short of transcendental.
it's me, alone (no not technically entirely alone) (but yes for the alone-ness of sensory experience) on the top of the [immediate] world!
eyes shut! my body did not exist; the wind moved the tree (serving as my perch) in unreal ways while the light battered at my eyelids, using every shifting pattern and flickering design possible to get in.
the voices below - blended together (i tried to remember professor meyer's lecture about some nameless-to-me philosopher; complex versus simple ideas; the notes and overtones that make up a chord); mixed with the wind and infinitely the rustling of the leaves (read: world).
nothing was discrete; individuality no longer existed. experience was not splintered; there were no parts to be singled out. it was the difference between digital and analog (think: physics book waveform diagram). pointillism from a distance.
the result: complete totality of existence! these words can only hope to send a tiniest sliver of understanding to anybody outside of myself. but trust me when i tell you that the experience was nothing short of transcendental.