As if to say we are too near, too compressed, too tightly near the center of a star to grow grand filigree and roundabout twining. We are too whelped into a tight frame, not a Big Bang, but gravitation is real enough to restrain us. Our truths here may not ever be infinite loops and complicated things.

This is a silly postulate, I know that, but it keeps me away from excessive theory and triumphant revelation hiding in labyrinthine claims. Salt matters.

If I cannot see it or say it, then is it?

Of course I always defer to bright folks, inspired folks, studious folks… we haven’t begun to honor our brilliant people.

Yet from Marx to Maslow there’s so much gumming and still little we march for. Even if wrapped in party talk or accrued intellect, the great duty is to bring it to the mundane.

I hope wisdom isn’t a bumper sticker.

My mind might certainly not grasp the math, but let’s not allow that to stop us from trying