Several weeks ago I was lying awake late at night, or early in the morning, depending on one’s perspective. I kept hoping that if I jotted some of my revolving thoughts down on a pad of paper my mind would let me go back to sleep. However it did not. Over an hour passed with several thoughts cryptically jotted in the dark on the pad next to the bed, in the dark. They became buried by other pages of “essential stuff” jotted down over the ensuing weeks. Now, finally getting to clearing the desk of its piles of undone stuff, I came across that pad and the notes. They read as follows:
uprooting – transplanting
heightens awareness of commonplace
a need to bring ourselves to the brink of the familiar edge –
Scribbled in an overlay on the above:
“particles convening (or is it concerning?) trajectories impact”
Well, that was it, the great insights that kept me from sleeping. Make of them what you will. Maybe I will also.