Hurry Up and Wait

"The problem is, I see beauty everywhere" - Me, a couple of days ago.

I am of course, speaking from the both the absolute and the relative point of view.

From the absolute, boundaries are naught; objects ploink from and return to awareness in uncomprehending simplicity. And every now and again the light-without-shadow, the vibration-without-movement puts up its hand in a maestro's gesture, and This-change takes place.

Then This change.

Then this Change.

And without interruption, ladies and germs, I'm on the boardwalk of the relative, with barkers of every shape and variety crying for attention. There - an addict. There, a waterfall of ivy over brick. There - a robed, iv'd patient pacing in front of the hospital with a filterless cigarette and dulled eyes; there - an impossible mosaic of light bouncing off of water onto a polished marble entryway.

Camera is out at the ready of course, because with every step taken and corner turned there are a thousand new colours and lines and relationships on display; each one with its own story practically birthing itself in front of me.

There - center stage - the good maestro's hand gesticulating wildly, and the sign "Prepare to Stop" for my viewing pleasure. This one can't even wait till I've hit the computer to pen it down - it's birthed fully formed and simply waits for its entrance cue.

"Prepare to stop" - "hurry up and wait", opposites whose cry for cessation of movement move people to action even as they stop.

This simple sign is infinity: see it yet?

Base elements forged from the stars, abstracted as ideas and dropped via oil-based-paint on an enginerring-approved diamond. Three words, in a dialectical embrace: Prepare to Stop.

Those without the I's to see to walk up regularly, spot the apparent duality and grab one sign for each foot. And from there it's a mad, duality powered ride through the city; paradox-powered uber-footwear that propels them through coffee shops, inboxes, lunch dates and action items.

Until the maestro signals again:

"Over here"

"This"

And the signs and the feet and the dialectics and language itself dissolve and there is just This without boundaries.

Maybe the quote would be better served:

"The problem Is. I see beauty everywhere."