Is there a necessity to keep things going? There is a tension in what can only be the air, if not, our thoughts. It is the reason things cannot be perfect. Everything must be experienced. The fear of jumping, the gears of war. Antithesis to the synthesis. Keirkegard. We cannot be satisfied enough without that other level. I have been there. The idea of greatness. Is possible. Not perfection. Something like it. And even that, its own reward enough. When every ember is alive.
“Everything is entirely suffused in static.”
I understand this now. Completely.