and then our exile

a purple-gold dawn behind trees tall and firm. and a few points:
slept upstairs last night, as the three newly-painted walls of my room were releasing fumes which would make me awake with purple hair. i find it ...intense(?), the correlation one's dreams have with the setting wherein one sleeps. the past nights in my room have been filled with disturbing images of one sort or another, but last night I embarked on what was quite literally a wedding of the metahistorical with the fantastical realism embodied best perhaps by Marquez: a continuation of my life from the present point, but expanded and condensed to a few concentrated components of past and future.

The interconnectedness of being is totally, totally astounding. Before, when I read poetry of the "butterfly alighting upon a wond'rous blossom /releasing a tiger half the world away", I thought it was all very nice and possibly even quoted it here and there. But, now, I'm beginning to realize how enormous all really is. The consequences of one tiny tiny little shift in Being would have such great and terrible consequences! Every infinitesimal deed or non-deed is poured into who we are...each and every one of you other six billion people add up, with every one of the leaves swirled in long grass...
and this is thinking on a linear basis, because we are human after all, and our brains work that way. but the multitude of being defies such categorization...! yesterday i started thinking about even the linear implications of a single act--jason blacksomething not inviting babaji to speak at the multicultural or whatever it was called conference a year ago. he would not have come to our house a couple of times, would not have happened to mention in passing that he was with the HSMUN fundraising committee, i would not have heard of it, would not then have grown closer on a personal basis to both farooq and muntaka, would not have gone to SUNIA, would not be thinking seriously about political science in university, would not be registering this year as the delegation from iran, would not have done all these other things that have become part of me culminating in would not have to right now go and clean paint off the floor because my mother does not deem my cleaning up after poster-painting yesterday adequate. ^_^
and that is but one event. millions and millions of others too.
[though i still don't get what steve has to do with HSMUN. but that is most probably another story for another day.]
[this is another reason i'm not a darwinist.]

and so. yesterday i got the package from the SUNIA-people that everyone else got last week. except without the group picture. now, to physics.

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[--it snows! and snows! flushed away are the days of april and september!]