4.21.25

Things move and glisten under the surface. Visibility is limited to the plaster construct held over running water by social structures built to keep us in check. They keep our tools on 24 hour loans so that we may not travel far with them. So that we may not think too hard about the ground under our feet, or the walls at our sides. We trust that our construct is stable. That if a God force exists, it is beyond our reach. It is too painful to imagine the potential in our hands should we decide to claw beyond the aging plaster and dip our hands into the wet God thing and bring that cool water to our lips.
Sometimes I wish I had never seen the beyond.
I carry the weight of Knowing. It is all I can do to write about it.