I Am Here, My Ethos.

chapter 10: Though the timing was critical, it was futile.

I have burnt the top side of my oven pizza. I was determined to cook my own dinner, but life had other ways to evoke my being, maybe staring at burnt pizza was better identification to myself. I like to give meaning to me.

Though the timing was critical, it was futile.

That is the mattering of thought and the conception of space is elementary. Light travels as thought equally as a single photon. It is the distance that makes it important, and it is the property of luminance that drives the formation of doing.

Here, I am ordering another pizza, the guy sounds busy. He is collecting a lot of information.

As cave-,as house-, man collects shiny things. Wine is not shiny but effervescent. I would like it to accompany my pizza. My gatherings are irradiant.

It is the conscious movement of body and complete control of mind power that navigate interest in shiny objects.

The mind takes the role of discipline and authority. It is where functions and outcomes are transcribed as future consequence of stream. Streaming is the mind's visualisation quality of source, source being life.

In the sense that life can be seen in said gathering of information. Only life can be translated into efficacy and virtue. The pizza delivery.

The attribution of mind is in its streaming.

Consequently, the body responds promptly as an image projected from the streaming's background.

To be alive and in time to occupy relevant space. To quickly go to the store and pick up red wine and be exactly in the intended position in hypothesis.

Subliminally, I escape the restrictions of graphic dimensions and planes. I know myself and the metaphoric cubic built of life as an imagined constriction of space and time recognised by me as minute procrastinations. The length of time wasted.

Thus, I know my ethos likes taking its time when strolling on the street. Especially when its dark outside. My attention is compromised.

The precision of fibres are designed optically to justify my desire and aspirations to be in chorus to exact symphonies that prologue purpose.
The solfege to name notes in harmonics and the pepperoni to my pizza. I am humming to a distant song I heard while walking.

Purpose is like cheese.

The inclination is self, in which fibrous light strings attempt to visualise reason and deity. I am God.

The holy spirit of mine is photogenic in its travel. Light is a trend of similar mode maintaining reason as a thoughtful process that rationalise life.

Why cheese? When the cognition is of significance, it creates identity and outcome. These formulas are built to gain an egocentric ideology of "I am".

I am happy.

What makes human vulnerable to influence, is the planer structure of love and feelings. Summarised as attention.

The attraction is simply; energy. Of pizza -to and from time and space.

The autonomy of planetary principles is their chaos. I stay connected to a realm of random order, where I remain prejudiced.

Entropy of mind and matter, both signal for light. The resemblance is uncanny. The matter is of thought. The thought is "I matter."

The neutrality of choice is point zero. The point of perception is its' perspective. Perspective, being I can't use an oven is zero. Zero is the inception of my reality. Ordering pizza was ramification, I call inception or minus 1.

"I'm not going to miss this pizza." I thought.

Being brought into shape by the first block of might; laying down the rules of decisional factors. I follow the path of accuse laid by intentions and purpose. But I will lose reason in the fight for attention.

I remember ordering pizza, that's why I'm outside, alert to the waves of change, gathering fallen leaves in the corner of the street.

Somehow, It is not futile, it's pizza.