It is always surprising to observe how a purely mental event, a few thoughts summoned for fun, out of boredom, out of habit,
can, a few seconds later, trigger a surge of very tangible physical reactions, a whole cascade of manifestations: cardiac, respiratory, nervous, and various organic.
This thought factory produces real toys and floods the markets of bodies.
What I think, I become,
I embody it in my flesh,
Through thousands of passages,
The furrow deepens,
The channeling of these possibilities could very well contribute to filling, rather than deepening,
to calming the elements rather than stirring them into a storm.
The reflexes of the thought factory are, in reality, the froth, the automatic gadgets.
They flood the market just as our trivial thoughts create a screen before the unfathomable potential of technology.
Notes & Silence 