Informant38

What I really wanted to write about today was time. Time and eternity. The way we seem to move through time physically as if it were a kind of liquid, the illusion of that the way our bodies are solidly in each undiminished phase of the continuum, never going on always there, each moment not discrete but fluid and each moment what we call moment not cut away from that flow filled with a physical presence that consciousness moves on from but only consciousness the physicality never stops being there, the way our bodies never leave that - how could they? - but something deeper in moves through it, and the way that what we move through is eternal not mumbo-jumbo go-to-church eternal but factually, physically, scientifically endless.
But instead I get to choose carefully what not to put here, what aspect of the butchery in Gaza to set aside for now, how much or how little of the eyewitness to let in, the heroes there now at the other end of the swine weaponry, sleepless and scared past hunger, testifying, and how much of that to set aside as I said, say again, how much to not say. Because it gratifies them, it makes them feel strong and holy when we scream.