Anymore, nothing is separate. Not that it ever was. Everything is interconnected, interleaved, strobing, bouncing back and forth, zigging and zagging, oftimes capricious but never random. Reach out to touch it, and the web distorts around you as your arm unfolds. You're part of it, bitch. Pay attention.

Your eyeballs swivel to watch it and the beams of your perception razor through the all, touching, grasping, pulling, slicing, pushing, radiating. This is the joke, the distortion, the bit we just don't get yet. This is changing the outcome by measuring it. This is creating the Universe by observing it. This is the big bang, wavicles, star nurseries, quarks, gas clouds and mitochondria. The closer you look, the further you reach, the less trapped you are by things that make sense. This is what every fraction of every moment consists of, a billion of this, in every direction, including the ones we don't have names for yet.

This is why you are not always right. And that's ok.

What it comes down to, right here right now, is keep an eye on the a priori, ok?

What it comes down to, because you've made it this far, is THINK!

Close your eyes and let the process wash over you, through you, swirling and eddying around you. Allow yourself to be perceived, changed, loved, modified.

Evolve.