[NetBehaviour] the softness of the world

[Alan Sondheim]

the softness of the world

whew, something should spill this over-inflated production i can assume
swallows the gullet into some incandescent lunge. yes, of course death is
the boundary and the barrier, and what passes through carries information
out and into the black hole where everything was once thought lost, now in
this incandescent world, there is the potential for survival, something
new literally within the galaxy, not under the sun. as if such might awak=
en themselves, manifest to the world. their incandescent arches calling
human worlds and phenomena to them, in a form of irretrievable and eternal
data-banking. oh yes, and oh, just imagine the possibility of all of this,
all human information, nay, the very soft and sumptuous knowledge we have
accumulated beneath the incandescent sun which waits to survey our
innermost thoughts.

surely there are more throbs than gristle, more roughage than equipment
designated the production of fences or other appurtenances designed to
forestall incandescent death. the sun in its incandescent raiment harbors
nothing, but exploration has indicated that its incandescent protrusions
are heavily structured, and one might imagine them carrying some semblance
of intelligence. but doesn't this depend on literal firewalls against such
incandescent sparkings, set off in an illimitable universe. but these are
not, are never, thoughts, how could thoughts exist in an incandescent
state; surely i can argue that such surveyance readily accomplishes the
fecund description of worlds, cosmos, everything that was and everything
that will be.

and so far as just around the corner, billowing knowledge, the hidden face
of things which continues to reveal, against the softest of orderings of
the real; when someone dies, whole worlds and skeins, membranes of poten-
tial objects, histories, memories, disappear, this is an incontrovertible
lack from which there is no return, no recompense.

it is such softness you might imagine that constitutes thinking, the
settling-in of forms and formlessness, the appearance of the infinite in
the projection of the finite, the knowledge that something, anything,
everything, is just around the corner.

which is why the sun and its garnering is of such vital importance, and
illuminaries that caress, that do not burn ...

that caress, these softest of times ...