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we fight so hard to define ourselves by one set of values or another . .
On the purely hedonistic . .
~I~ define much of myself and my conscious choices through this semi-formed concept of movement ~ that movement permeates our entire living/breathing/waking/walking atmosphere ~
*even* when we are perfectly still ~
and thus everything we do and see and say is determined by the movement of something else.
Wind through the air shakes the branch of a tree knocks the nest from the twigs lands the egg in the grass ~
the synapses of my brain crackle to and fro spiraling in-out, down and around - looking for something else to move, something to trigger, something to spasm ~
*you see*
how ~I~ move and when and where ~I~ move are all so part and parcel of the integral ~me~
Although I am never so much *myself* as I am when I am unaware of what I am doing . . .
And so along those lines if you have ever *watched* me
- wrapped up in a fully unconscious movement of ~*DancE*~
then you have a seen a truer piece of my heart than many a looker
because my unconscious self is the more truthful testament to the inner voice than the self-absorbed consciousness allows itself to be
. . .
And *that* was the dribbling, bibbling, drabble of my inner corridors . .
Extracted and compacted into words and lines of code.