At the inception of thought, the very root vapor of thought forming, as if hot exhaust in frigid
air, there is the following, by the condensation into thought by previously particulates
gathering. This invasion is of a liquid field presence as the phantom of
thought, yet thought ever so slight, as a sensed occupancy. Nanoseconds of
manifest occur towards the inception of recognition. No, not recognition itself
as full-blown, not even the cloistering towards words, yet. There is just the
embodiment, the densification of fluid poundage, the distant constellation
coming into everso faint a form in movement towards mindful thought presence. This
is the slight of a wisp into a full-bodied want of pronouncement. A seeking a
battalion of potential words as if a wardrobe by means of then, that this
enlisting ritual becomes full-blown posterized recognition. Now, as full bloom
towards verbiage buds, words that syntax self organize, are yet not
inflated with sound but are sentence-whispered internally, even without
censorship but confided and secured as potentially say-able, as maybe wind in
the sails of a concept or a statement of blunt utterance or a quippy remark or just
conversationally assailing along. Thought, full-blown, without acknowledgement
of assent, is forged into solid thought-form ground, breaking into utterances and presented with tonal
escort in delivery. Having come a long way in a very short time, unceremoniously
metamorphosized from phantom to ethers to vapors to field to wardrobed by
recognition, then to syntax alignment, further to full-face musical stage
accompaniment in facial presentation. Out of thought receivership, out of the
vast empty nature of this receivership, what of the thought, that all things as
thoughts’ manifest, become possible . . .
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