I got it. I can see it, and its poetic. We’re just bam coalescing within a glistening shining stream. Pay attention to what you see in the eddies, next time you float downriver.

We are all, of course, simply atoms awash within the stream of time.

But the stream itself is turbulent, as gravity slows and even halts the flow of time. As gravity only exudes from matter, and from no other single source, matter must naturally create eddies within this stream of time. Or is it possible to see this idea from an opposing angle: that eddies occur naturally in any stream, and within the stream of time these eddies generate gravity, and matter simply coalesces upon those nodes, those eddies flowing within the stream of time?

From either angle, matter, by definition, is simply a coalescence within the stream of time.

Human beings are simply this same bam, conscious of the stream within which we float.

Wow! This is what I think, all of a sudden, working in a well-lighted tavern where everything looks like a painting, as I’m polishing the glasses in the middle of a crunch, under a “wall of pressure” as Kathy stated, and a matronly patron describes our crabcakes as “the best she has by now tasted,” and the cooks, like everywhere, scream and curse at the staff, and the busboys think up excuses.

Wow! It’s a wonder I can keep a job. Most geniuses can’t. I guess I’m having fewer bad hair days, these days.

Bam is a coalescence of matter that has to coalesce somewhere. Next time you float downstream watch what happens in the eddies.

Oddities also happen that seem subtly weird. I did hear the ghost a few days back- it was bound to happen. I told it to go away and it did, so that’s not really so weird.

More strange is the migratory tooth.

The boar’s head skull sits on the piano like always. He comes from the Blue Ridge Mountains. A candle piece, with a glass globe enclosing the candle and a frigate on its base, comes from the same place. After placing the candle piece across the room from the skull I left the room. Upon return I noticed the tusk had migrated, and placed itself within the glass globe, as if to just say “Hi! I missed you!” Beautiful, and inexplicably odd! Almost weird enough for me….

The universe presents many strange aspects within its countenance. Seeking the love energy is the only thing that counts for us.

A silent tug of dark momentum pulls us all along. We can’t help it: the stream supercedes us.

The stream is also us.

We perceive time as a straight plantation. This sentence, although highly fascinating, becomes even more so when shortened: We perceive time.

As a linear entity within our minds. Time does exist. No one can argue this fact, and it only flows in only one direction.

Time, however, is turbulent, and doesn’t flow evenly throughout the Universe. It flows at different rates with respect to its proximity to matter, because gravity slows time. Matter exudes gravity, because it can’t help it. Therefore gravity, as an inevitable manifestation of matter, must manifest itself as an eddy within the stream of time, a manifestation only apparent through the appearance of matter.

Bam. Bam that perceives time.

Were Bam to refrain from coalescing in the channels, would we exist?

All cities have their own sounds. Often these sounds are best perceived in silence, when the city sleeps. Tonight a gray brown churlish bus churned and echoed down an avenue. Previously, gray steel rolling darkly upon cobblestones and rails provided the echoes. These sounds are sounds of a city I know.

I garnered these sounds through perceptions, and those perceptions lead to me memories. A neuro-chemist could describe the interactions of enzymes and catalysts upon axons and dendrites that yeild perception and memory, but the description would be too narrow in focus.

Patrick waves his cranium from behind, as he describes the human mind as a node attuned to perceive waves arising from the fabric of the universe, and I agree. Patrick, like I, doesn’t purport to be a psychic. He poses himself as a laughing drunk. He therefore laughed, as he pointed at me, and declared, drunkenly: “I SEE those antennae poking out of your your head!”

I like this guy. He’s aware.

Perceive. It’s simply a verb, posed in the Imperative.

Think. (Another verb poised in the same tense.)

And as such, and in so doing: be.