nobody can get a grip on it.
and what we can grasp isn’t really real,
but everybody wants to grasp something.
perceptions are made of idea-pixels.
subtlety gets averaged out into a uniform box of concept-color;
the resolution isn’t very high.
the perceptions are formed without intent.
they’re formed about everything.
they’re formed about you.
if you leave perceptions up to accident,
you could be a god.
more likely you’ll be viscous—
it doesn’t matter if it’s you or not.
well, you may as well not exist.