I now have infinite choice
and I choose
Consciousness
feels like the middle
and not like the edge
There is no time
any more
but a wavy line crackling
around the whole
It's like being on the edge
of a cliff
but my edge is thinner
than any cliff I've ever seen
We've made love at the edge
of consciousness
stuck on the head of a pin
and the void not just below us
but all around us
and it's impossible to turn back
because there is no back
and no forwards
backwards
up or down
If I have infinite choice
if we have that together
then we must walk together
you and me into the edge
as all the choices are in front of us
presented like a garden
into which we step
together
the most perfect garden
ever seen since Eden
with myriad trees and a river
shimmering like a mirror
down the edge of it
I think it makes sense
for consciousness
to have begun in a garden
because consciousness evolved from plants
after all
and there is a Tree
in front of us
standing by the river
and we walk towards it
And that's our choice
CHOOSING THE EDGE