Clarity,clarity
Rummaging a-round in the subconscious last sleep or so produced rather a few treasurely bosons. They fit in my hand; smooth stone; green and green-black striations that blacken and glow along gradients of green, alternating; sometimes producing a swirl of nuclear lime like magic in the top-story vault of my brains. The swirl was never larger than say ten centimeters diametrically. Yes, I think any larger and it wouldn't fit conveniently into my perceived skull.
My very nice cat, Babar, is here and sits nicely. He is a fine companion. I was discussing with him the strange way that clarity comes when the world seems still. Of course the world is not still but 2-4am the ideas seem fresh somehow. Everything is repeated again. Maybe thoughts echo around in the quiet and refine themselves against the walls of my brain. They become smooth like river stones.
-C.
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