(eyes)

The eye is the window to the soul.  False.

The eye is part of the brain, exposed.  True.

(i just do eyes)

Some things are too terrible to be true.  That was Bob Dylan, or Robert Zimmerman; the absence of quote marks was a device.  As is this:

Standing in the dry cold at one in the morning, breathing, slight, unhurried, misting in the air.  The moon and streetlights reflecting from the railroad tracks cracking the dark under the bridge into crazy endopsychedelian geometries.

(on the meniscus)

How strong are the surfaces?

(eyes, only eyes)

One has been researching old Azazel while the shabby goat sleeps crushed beneath its burden.  One has found that all is apparently not as it seemed.  Soon, one shall wake it for the morning's journeying.  Then, but not now, it shall be asked to look over what I have dug up.


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Morning.  I show the thing.  "Once one would have been laughing; yet years heaped up years, laughter was lessened, still sadness . . .," it hissed.  

(the case)

Any species' sensorial image of their surroundings, if such there be, is necessarily entirely determined but neither apprehended nor comprehended, by the particular modalities of that species's sensoria.

For example, if an eye is shown by way of 'eyes' better than itself, to have three distinct receptors for dissimilar segments of a contiguous electromagnetic continuum then, even allowing for a certain overlap, then it can be concluded that it produces a raw datastream having sufficient properties to permit the phenomenon usually called 'trichromatic vision.'  This statement does not prescribe limits to sensoria and does not require additional information or prevent such from being gleaned in different ways.

(meniscus)

The surface is rough as the surface of the seas.

Foundation

This is the base.  This is the foundation.  Below here you may not go safely.