The Pent Umbrage of the Tempy, Part XV
The open vistas, limitless expanses, the untrammeled and trackless wildness which stretches before you each time you transcend transcendence—out there in thoughtless, incisive, razor-like motion—this is your beauty.
This was your experience: life as if you were the test pilot of a jet, speeding ahead of any thought before it could form, ahead of any object, objective, or objectivity, before it could congeal, ruthlessly refusing to be captured or incapacitated in any way.
It had been inconceivable to you that, traveling at the speed of light, you could ever look out the window of your cockpit, and see someone next to you, slowed down, with a predatory grimace threatening to nudge and decelerate you “in a way” which would be catastrophic. Out in the big sky, you were, though taking on every risk, free from danger, were you not?
If you were free of details, then you were free of trauma....But this simple little equation(free from detail=free from maiming) would be tested. (Where and how had it formed in your mind, anyway?)