You ever find yourself staring at something, like a cup of coffee, and suddenly realize it's not just brown liquid—but a whole universe of warmth and complexity?
Start with a sip, and let it spiral. The moment seems ordinary until it isn’t, swirling slowly into abstractions of time. Wait, was this the first coffee of the day? Or maybe it’s the third endless cup at a meeting that’s more like a mystical renunciation of rest-centric practices? The cup whispers familiar tunes amidst your daily symphony.
And with each sip, did you see it? A pattern reminiscent of swirling galaxies or perhaps just dust-ridden barista stains on your memory’s chalkboard drawing its own galaxies. Coffee can trick you that way, can't it?
Then you remember a time as clouded as this coffee, perhaps a quiet afternoon where every murmur felt like a secret melody played by the universe.
You mutter to yourself, a broken dialogue about 'realities', as the world perks up its ears over your half-spoken revelations. Do equations face existential crises too, you ponder as you fill the air with ready-made thoughts like spreads on a toast.
Here and there, gazing, each link further girdling thoughts into a spiral dance. Jump in, talk if you dare, action leading abstraction hand in hand.