the_spark_at_the_start Norm Here it is in the palm of my hand. At the tip of each tip of each finger. Of my mouth. Through both feet and all of my toes. Being emitted, reflected, and absorbed by my body... Covering the entire surface of my brain. But there it is, it is that rock. There it is, it is that holds that rock to the ground. There it is, it is that tree and what makes that tree grow. It is what makes us, takes us, brings us, it is what moves us. It is that the sky is blue and that fire burns hot. And it is that mothers will always teach their babies and the universe still grows around us. Look. There it is at the beginning. There it is from behind the curtain, from within the shroud. There it is at edge of the infinite and everywhere in between. There it is at the end. There it is at the beginning. Look and tell me do you see it? Look and tell me. Do you see it? 050601 ... . . 050601 ... tilt of course we see it. if we see anything we see it. it is to be seen. 050823 ... tilt perhaps we don't recognise it, and though men try, we'll never understand it. perhaps, the more we try to understand, the more we explain, the less we realise. 050823 ... tilt i hope you see this. 050823 ... NormArchive . 160411 what's it to you? who go blather from