much has been intuited, much has been hammered quite beyond recognition, and much has no doubt been missed.

but to see that, one must see what can't be seen, know what can't be known.

that which can't be known, presents as a repellent force, like a subliminal bumper whose bow-wave surreptitiously sweeps away anything uncomfortable. And there is little less comfortable than the sheer vastness of the abyss within which we dangle like spiders on a beaded web, ceaselessly spinning the known from the unknown, and the unknown from the known.

so there it hides, in plain sight, quite beyond the coke-bottle myopic druthers that bend the space-time continuum around themselves like a magic invisible cloak.

the vastly uncomfortable vastness.

my shoulder would like a bit more vastness than it was allowed by a wasp a few minutes ago!

at least i HOPE it was a wasp ;-)