Another day, another infinity.

Perspectives qua projections. Persjections.

Colon cancer screenings from the woman at church.
The Economics of Scarcity from relatives.
Lingering inherent suspicion of any other-ness (from anywhere in Middle America).

Perspectives of the Hes and Shes Who Must Not Be Named, Potters, and Dumbledores.

Good natured, visionary and realistic perspectives.

Rebels fighting Techne, The System, Oppression. Perspectives of radical social, political, material, psychological liberation.

Full sentences require subjects, verbs, objects--separated in time and space, only re-establishing the separate "I" sense.

How would communicate look, feel if it was Like THIS?

But that is too-One Sided. The One over the Many. Not Unity-in-and precisely AS The Diversity.

The body, this body, is nothing but the desire, my desire to communicate (Note: specificity, agency, ownership, and completeness the grammatical sentence).

A desire to lie with lovers, cry with the mourning, play with the cheerful, engage with the codebreakers, stabilize with the tradition keepers, harmonize with the peacemakers.

Room enough in this infinite Heart, both its frontal and rear spaces. The feeling of Love in the back of the Heart, peering through the Chest, a depth unimaginable before its awakening. a 360 degree heart.