Autumn burnt field warmer colours coming through cooler ones fading away. What would happen if I took each of those marks as frames for an animation, what would we see? What would manifest. Describe. Two flowers, green blue, imperfect, mechanical printed quality, yet hand painted, dark centers, complicated complex array irregular array of black red and white pixels, determination, aggressiveness, anger, ambition, mysterious, deep, universe-containing. They float or sway on their unseen stalks, above a burnt, recently burnt, field, spring, or autumn, field, winter-spring. Unearthly, unusual, spiritual, another realm reality. The animation would seem like someone just walking, merely walking, animated, living, just walking, with a background, with a blue figure in it, that is sometimes separate, sometimes within the white figure, a hooded Eskimo, jumping hopping skipping, changing into different people, chatting, to a crowd. The flowers float, or sway, on their unseen stalks, above the great nothing-nothingness, the never ending story. They don’t make me think of water drops, they are not round enough, liquid enough, they have too much structure to be water droplets. Beam me up Scottie, the moment of transportation, of transformation, the disintegration and the reintegration, rebuilding, destruction, rebuilding, a never ending cycle, up down, down up, overall trajectory, what is the overall trajectory? What is being built? what is being destroyed? The great nothingness is taking over, there they stand, can’t you see them? in their neat untidy little rows, all in a grid, all next to each other, chatting, walking, hopping, skipping, changing into different people. Why not? it has no meaning. Godless. God, you are the source of meaning. The creeping great nothingness, over this world, this reality, the minds in the minds of your lost children. Winter-spring, alien different cold crisp beautiful hard suffering hard-won endurance, requiring endurance, hope, glimpse of the world beyond our experience, reach for it, transcend, the glimpse that keeps me going, the only thing that keeps me going, I need it so much now, I lose track of why so quickly, when I am out there the great nothingness creeps in so quickly. Nothing-for-nothing exchanges in nothing for nothing exchanging nothing for nothing trading in nothing. The unconscious substrata, play, intuition, within the unconscious substrata, ho, how do you manifest? how to bring your thoughts to the surface? the unconscious substrata, play, the imagination, with its intuition, has free play within the unconscious substrata, that raises the unformed pre-concept, proto-concept, out from the substrata, to the surface, the intelligence becoming aware of something there, but not knowing exactly what. Interrelationship, imagination, and intelligence, to create concepts, never before come to knowledge, having determination, ‘de’-termination, termination, that have difference from other, a determined, ‘de’-from, deduction, determined, terminated, termination, difference, deferred, deduction, from the material, raised up by the imagination, from the subconscious subtrata, the pool of memories, and thought, and mind.