Always, a line drawn -  A series of points (ideas) identified, with assumed connections.  Logicalized interpretation.  

No chain of points, is a line itself.... there is always this infinite gap of separation, assumed to be 'nothing', between points identified......  That gets passed off.

"There's a gap in between.  There's a gap where we meet.  Where I end and you begin"  -radiohead

What gets passed off is the nothing that something comes out of.... which makes I and you equal... It's like the glue that binds.  The elements comprising. The space between predjudice thoughts (points) of separation--->

"and" in the statement: "I and you"

This space equalizes it all, but the thought of it, is the source of separation. 

This is what i think we do with everything we define as 'something'. The image instantaneously passes everything else off.  
It is a human condition....
It's the cards we've been dealt by the unknown... so to speak.... to not see it most of the time.

Like it's in us to hide it, and act like we don't know it.

If we look at something as if we already know what it is, then wisdom exchange is limited to what the culture says it is, for the most part.... or what we allow it to be defined.... depending upon the land and the people we were brought up with, and obviously the language we speak: the myth we enact. 

Even "what is it?" is defining 'it': undefined.

If we look, and not 'know' anything, or name anything...  Then what is there to see?  What is heard? what becomes of---> I and you?  it, them and us?

This is what we all fear.  This can be seen as a death of some sort.... and rightfully so.  It IS a death.... and a birth.

Are we scared of death?..... seems so... atleast we act like we are.  All of our little purposes throughout the day, seem to be fixated upon some compromised meaning for continuing as so.

For fun sometimes, I ask myself the question "What IS that?" - when looking at something that has a name - and really try to mean it.  Intensifiy my gaze..  Become the actor acting an act, and pretend I really don't know.

Because......... I really don't.  The part of me that underlies it all IS knowing itself, and requires no naming.  But yet I name.

Everything that is here, is knowing.  When we TRY to know, we are exercising unknowing.

I think that we are all well trained pretenders, no matter what culture we are from, and that's what soooo cool about it all.  We are intense rythms coming out of nothing.  Trying to collect it all in enclosed compartments of thought, and placing them in some sort stackable fashion....  What a show!

......and we watch tv!!!!!  ha HA!.  A show watching a show..

I'm sitting here typing n shit.

What the?