scaphandral waltz

the no-moment is? such vainglorious commentary on the here-now leads one to various topologically isolated cairns and stuttergraces, various charged poles and mountainous momentaries like the understratocumulus of the fibered wing, the vast paradox strewn deserts in between islands of vague coherence, but in this butterslice of a unitary evolution does the grand diagonalization of the eigenworld leave one's drum impressions like the bathyscaphandrae of the intertidal lassitudinous creeping vines making the unesthetics and the vaporous extensions to the reactive theographers like some oft-cast runewright at the edge of reality (or some other parageographic cluster-spoon) trying to approximate the moment of untenable nonesuchness: a crisp moment of nothingness which all sentient beings crave, which is lost in the wind, in the palpable complex chemistry of the water molecule mandanganai, of the interior beth-2 mandalas and chargescapes which belie the propositional consistencies and n-th order logic (whether predicate calculus or category theory), some kind of homotope-homotope-homotope-om meditative glee might tear asunder the langlands sextants and other navigational aids of the other, the void which grinds. Aerophanous and diaphanous probability sheathes echo and collapse between basso profundo and treble shallow, making a mockery of the dithyrambs of the underbirth. Because Here-Major is a plenitude which is forgotten and perhaps and posthaps and mayhaps a gleaning of the tremulous wishes of the minus-ministers might lead some complex not this not that not the other reformulation of Nagarjuna or Chaitin to consider solutions to equations outside of the normal manifold: whither Buddhism's slow climb up Asia Major and the imputed wonderful nothingness which was achieved somewhence but I don't care to talk about because the lambda constructors taste like mint.