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the buildings" as long as I could out but re mained ho meless for
the week. Back quick as a rabbit to Safrascity. I had started to
scout out dwelling places into which I could mo ve after the three
weeks of my term by Truly Blue had expired. I'm now
communicating fro m a time warp wherein I write these thought
while riding a bus towards Lake Mayor, a woodsy suburb outside
Safrascity where I plan to meet a potential landlady.
An artist uses thick dark, heavy warm colors to indicate
closeness. Color is the refraction of light off a che mica l
configuration within the pris m of its particular molecular
structure; the light waves vibrate with their pulsation and exist
only as far as they ca n be seen. Experienced repeatedly or
emphatically, they're co mmitted into the me mory of the perceiver,
or pass into the vanishing point. Nothing tangible of their
existence is measurable for its lack of significance in the moment
of now. This insecurity is the being of the universe, its essence,
and immobile silence. People's voice no longer articulates words,
but only sounds that mean so mething to who m they're directed;
directives require no explanation in a digital context. Dukes and
duchesses dear, the journey of I AM is denial of reality; the events
connected therewith, included.
Well, where does the "I AM" consciousness fit into the concept
of fa mily and the significance of our interrelationships? I could
begin with gestation of the fetus in the wo mb of his mother;
continue with the notion of the child developing in the hearth and
home of his mother, brother, father, and sister. I agree with socia l
scientists that purport that the personality of a child is fashioned
by the age of five, completely formed only at the age of maturity;
but with regard to language structures complete at the age of
twenty. The relationship a child establishes with his mother,
siblings, and father personifies and identifies his being for the
remainder of his life. Pondering resp onsibility towards my mother,
does the fact that she is "my" mother mean that I'm obligated to
treat her differently than I might react to the situation of a
stranger? Perhaps inclusion of loved ones in our identity is an
expression of I AM.
At an age when one's awareness of death became imminently
inevitable, he or she develop s sensitivity to the process of decay,
for instance beco ming worn down today; the individual will need
a full day of rest on the morrow. The question may be raised as to
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