About to enter the deepest unknowns of myself.

Hope to return, - “soon”. 

If not, I love you all.

Ideas have a mind of their own.

As child, they rule everything around me.

As adult, they constraint everything around me.

Let my ideas “free-range”, into not-knowing, as my child always does. 

Deeper I go.

My FC usage today is a beautiful observation of rate of change between layers.

The cognitive weight of not-knowing in the background is a blackhole.

It’s the black-matter that is always talked about but unknowable.

Entering twilight sense. 

Doing voice memos.

Let's see where this goes. 

I had it so wrong.

It’s not borderless, it’s borders-redrawn.