If it was possible to fly by the seat of the pants wearing a veil of ignorance having entered a cloud of unknowing what might the veil be made of? Might be the unplanned confluent arranged correspondences between who knowingly knows and everyone's everyday existential business. Like material object spun on potter wheel's sensory symbols inhabiting metaphorical worlds of spun kaleidoscope glass. All within a one channel interpenetration of bidirectional flow these diametrically opposed wholes move without fusion or confusion. Ripe for putting band aids on the wound of brush bruised broken painted beingness as the final touch. As if dying one's death wasn't enough until dead died dead still wasn't enough within amazement maze wander wonder lust lost artworlds apart who done did it profoundly pronounced found. Since sincerely sinful Tree of Knowledge produces intoxicating wisdom fruit ready good to go take out eat treats cinnamon buns friendly. If the way out of rabbit holly hot whole wasn't to transform all death sentence periodical periods into question marked playground parks way back when then might as well been now. On the horizon waterline fall of what's unconsciously spigot sprocket spiked went consciously conscious conspicuously auspicious unknowable unallowable. In order to find the "who" whereabouts of where the "am" is hiding in duly ordained ornate orient orientation that button down "I" might propose marriage vow to white dress "me". Outside of a chrysalis jailhouse holographic symbolically sensible world as if batch hatched underworld underbelly upside down. Where talking wisdom stones learn to dance.
