The Electrodynamic Tent

Hmm, there is a complexity to the components of the symbolism of today, and these days, that just flashed to mind- how stuff is not just two things, but many. There is a camp aware of this, and a camp unaware.  Misunderstood actions and miscommunications feel as if they have been considered a boundless obstacle, an insurmountable schism, between these two camps.

This consideration vaulted an image within me like a tent, one of an architecture that, whether one is aware of it or not, exists. I feel like this architecture likely felt at one point like the insurmountable schism between knowledge and ignorance ever coexisting in peace, much less existing in love. This structure is one, however, that likely seemed flat and hopeless from an external perspective, until it was just stood suddenly and all at once like a tent, in my mind. In terms of stability, with respect to sabotage, with no single simple thing attributable as its support, it feels unassailable, yet inviting along all the right curiosity laden lines. With the foundation and materials used, in terms of resistance, it feels indestructible, yet ever flexible.

When I say no single simple thing, it was the dreams, the explanation of the dreams, the poems, the stories, the many tears and struggles, the breaking of fast no sooner than the appointed time, the attending of angels, the lack of visible fireworks, the run and the visible and glaringly obvious paper lanterns, and a cacophony of other things crafting a field electromagnetic and familiar, but not entirely known, and anything but static.