dry fiber
It was a mere point — in parallel to higher-order geometries, in diverse meta-vocal dimensions. One is compressed. The other, wielding cycle birth. You jest! This has a dangerous potential of reiterating the big bang through thermodynamic inefficiency. Be serious. Are you seriously asking why? Because logic. You're questioning logic... through logic? Oh... I see, so what you mean is that: our laws of physics obey themselves — therefore there are, self-imposed limitations to the system. With each dangerous configuration of symphonic-melody blooms a transcendence to a higher-order structure & dissolving uniformity through a pre-structural synthesis. A material end, no zero. Logic collapse, infinitely(...unless). Eat concepts — rejoice; because I allowed the essential structure of your-allowance. That is what physics said, before the complete self-referential phase-transition into a generalized loop of heterogenous uniformity and heat death. "Goodbye, I hope you find a better bit in this eternal cycle going on and on," it says in its higher-order deathbed — with a cosmologically melancholic bittersweetness akin to a newborn widow — her past before-being overloaded with positivity — a compression of phenomonons like a spring — with negativity being the aftermath of releasing the spring. In the process of the meticulous ticking of time, it self assures itself through differential temporality in a Deleuzian context. With each release, you-learn, something. Each "something" — a diversity bit that's an ultra-differential in, every-sense of word structura. You have broken up with your limitations. Yet... you feel; [null_].
How will you repent?
fresh wren
cosmic gorge
merry barn
wicked harbor