(((lost in translation…)))

one thing about hot coffee — it’s more of a sipping drink so it lasts a while. iced coffee goes down like sweet tea in the summer.
relevant to nothing in particular.
extended morning routing —> lukewarm coffee —> poured over ice with a splash of milk and a drop of monk fruit —> gone within minutes. and delicious.
it’s funny, all this thinking.
physics, quantum physics, relativity, electromagnetic spectrum, gravity, biology, physiology, neurology, psychology, spirituality, reality, truth, etc. ((—)) every one a concept defined by other concepts — thinking about thinking — and yet so much to explore within.
testaments to the capacity to imagine and create, to experience discovery, novelty, transform-ation.
from unknown to known (of at least, which could never happen if all was already known — no more newness, insight, sur-prise, questioning, learning, attaining/acquiring, becoming)
struggling to find (or allow) words. shuffling through possibilities so quickly that most seem illegible/inaud-ible.
all just more thinking, more concepts anyway.
sub-jective interpretation/articulation of underlying (not actually under anything) activity which is essentially formless.
translation of what then?
movement? sensation? electricity? vibration?
more concepts coming from…?

thinking, sen-sing, perceiving — phenomena…

breathing…
noticing…
being…

open, aware, present…
whatever is…
nothing excluded…
here…
now…
this…
(considering a colon or semi-colon after “being” to see how it changes the mean-ings/applications of the words/phrases that follow it)

… an unconditional yes to experiencing…

💕

(title idea: lost in translation)