Omar Infante hit a solo home run in the second inning of today's Marlins/Astros game, setting off the home-run sculpture in center field for the first time. I watched the highlights several times, and I jotted some quick notes down, which I'll present unedited to you now.
the structure is activated. our beacon. our hope. our salvation. our condemnation.
the ascension should not hurt. nothing should hurt anymore. there is no pain, no sadness, no anger. there is just being. as we ascend, we are stripped of everything that made us human. what was important becomes unimportant. the unimportant envelops us and becomes everythingthought expanding in fractals, expanding outward and inward, becoming smaller and larger, folding upon itself
A boy arrives at the front door of a house he's seen before. He's seen it hundreds of times. Every time the same. But never in his waking life. He is alone. In his right hand, there is a suitcase. He kneels down, whispers "Mom? I'm home", and opens his suitcase.
can you hear this? right now, can you hear the words you are reading? i can listen to your eyes scanning the words, inseparable, the meconium of the universe welling up in us, threatening to burst forth.
- We are home.
- We are home.
- We are home.
Now let us never speak or write about this silly thing again.