understanding’s ding 10/26/14

Understanding is a form of slow suicide by self-assignment. It is a concessionary existence. It is ‘add-to-the-cart’ nomenclature. It is a life struck between roadkill and litter, but fast paced in the pronouncement of the superficialities of zoom. Understanding is a ground-figure syndrome featured by Machiavellian consignment in the neurology of movement’s account. Understanding has a lodestone presence as awareness of it has merit. We are thus a static cling of observation yet fading from every moment’s view. We go down to the river of consciousness to bath momentarily with unceasing needs to cleanse away the impact of last moment’s thought. We are the existential tuna existence, swimming for the life of next thought’s needs to breathe.  We yearn for the evolution of sentience and long for the emptiness full of reprieve. Light is as addictive as sugar and yet we want the metabolism of oneness to dance our existence. Ants, bees, a forest of trees, and oceans’ galore, please reveal the secret to your oneness, please! We are in high amperage, idling along. We are one yawn contagion away from understanding’s masterpiece. We are one humanity collective sneeze away from understanding’s koan of release. But for now, we are under, we are stand, we are ding’s ding’s ding.