Fluidity
Extract: What could be his goal? It could only be coherence - a brace against dissolution. He had a lyrical dependence on oneness. But there were no points of reference. Time did not pass in recognisable units. Could the blink of an eye become a cockroach? They could exist anywhere. He felt that he was caught in a meditative solemnity. There was little left but thought. Thought filled the spaces. Thought was lush.
He used his thoughts like a scaffold, to build an understanding. Understanding would lead to cohesion. He didn’t expect perfection. Perfection was impossible. No one was perfect. But there was beauty in consistency, and interest in misunderstanding. He believed he could create a reasonable or logical harmony between parts – a resonance. There was no joy for him in separateness. He wasn’t unique in this. Individuality and expression involved giving in to the fluidity of chaos.
