5:51 pm
Sedimentary reality — that’s history. Do you see? History is made from memory, and the memories that make history, the ones that stick, the ones that calcify, you know the ones, the ones that start out as shifting sands until they become mineral accretions on our bodies, oh where to what to. I’ll stand to say it. The memories that make history are the ones compressed into our souls through force, through hatred, through persecution. All the history of the world is full of it. Persecution, injustice. Look at your self. Train your eye on yourself. What is your nation? And what about your race? What are these worlds? Where dyoublong? You think, you think, you think history is what was when? It happened then? Over there? Back before whatchuyoucallitwhen? No. There is no over there back when. It’s here now. Now. Right now. This very moment. This very instant. Look, the hatred, the injustice, you think that goes away? It hardens and sticks. It creates layers all over the place. Layers right here now, all over us. Everywhere. And it persists. I don’t mean extension in time, no. There’s no line here from then to when. I’m saying it is all right here now persisting. Calcifying. Barnacling. Do you see? Force, hatred, injustice, history. Insult. History. That’s history. That’s history. And it’s no way to live. No life. You can’t. You can’t. But you know it’s no use to stand up to hatred. Hatred collects and and and it shifts, and it compacts and compresses and it calcifies into memory. And then it becomes history. That’s how it happens. The layers become reality. Sedimentary reality. The real built on shifting sands, until it creates a nice hard surface. No standing up to that. It’s the opposite of that is life. It’s. Oh, what is it? That world everybody knows. You know it, don’t you.