When I first experienced blue screen, its
took my breath away. I was born knowing I would come to it or it would
come to me soon enough. There was never any doubt about that - ever.
How I pictured it then was when it did come, it would be roughly the
same size and shape as my corporeal frame: about five feet ten tall and
six feet or so wide with arms outstretched. Yet what I saw when it did
eventually miraculously appear was so much more than that ...
waaay more ...
shimmering, curved air miles and miles thousands of miles high and
again as wide, huge enough to give Life to the projection of my life
and the universe and everything in it, the
for any thing to show up exactly the way it is and exactly
the way it isn't.
Including the prism.
I gazed at blue screen ...
... through clear glass and it kept on changing. After a while I
realized blue screen hadn't changed at all. It never did. It never has.
It never will. Supposed clear glass is not clear after all. Not a pane
but the prism, refractor of every thing into something similar.
So everything changes, not because blue screen's nature is change.
Rather because the prism's is. Blue screen is what we're given to be.
The prism ...
... mind ...
... is what we're given to gaze with. At our lives and the universe and
everything in it.