Why weary, and palsy arm at the oar? (Melville)
Broken pattern and white whale seen.
Avenging life with unity.
On the path repeated, surrounded by poison oak and cactus needles,
the birds tease endlessly.
Laughing back at them.
Everything here is already done.
Surrounded by spiders who craft low-lying traps for the day.
Things happening in the outer world have nothing to do with this. Absolutely nothing. The inner? Everything. And the outer symbols follow that inner dialogue.
To be pulled by a rope down into the unconscious brain.
Ah to create an obvious whale of the mind.
Something right in front of it. So big and dominating not to be seen.
Invisible to zombies.