A Fluid Juncture

I saw a juncture that felt familiar to a degree, but normally only at the very frayed edges of consciousness. One set of pieces emerged from my perspective, as another receded. The set that emerged were all those that wanted to emerge- there were none compelled and no extra- the same was true for the set that receded. Neither side of the line possessed greater claim at being "real" than the other, but this side contained me directly, whereas the other side did not contain me (but was still part of The Clockwork). Each decision to come or go was based entirely on if a unique piece (perhaps considered a sub-piece by some) resonated with me and my presence in the clockwork directly. It was the reconciliation of experience, but where a necessary option for dreamed and waking versions of each piece were given a necessary choice within the narrative.

There is a beauty to this juncture and moment, but only because perfect precision has been taken to ensure that "this piece" goes and "that piece" stays, for even one piece off would be a disaster. It will be a bittersweet salute to those who served alongside who have decided to go, followed immediately by an embrace with those who decided to stay or come, in the same forms, with dream and waking changing sides freely. 

This juncture is hard to explain or put into words, but felt important to write nonetheless. We will not lose cohesion in the process, but will rather grow stronger and much much closer. The applicable roles will be adjusted to after the fact, and it may help explain some of why dreams have been few and far between, but are beautiful when had.

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