these are strings, and so there might be something worth it once the strands are woven, the elastic proof achieves critical levels of bondage, which, luckily, are punctuated by dreams and nonsense . whensoever everything comes together, through strength of persistence, force of evolution, or other unanticipated organizing pattern according to which motion organizes its self and disallows capitulation, the dreariness perhaps becomes a wash of harmony above- which or after- which the melody appears . if i am able to finally escape the pursuing shame and persist as i 'run with the hunted'; and if i am able to escape the screens, or liberate them; and if i have the power to be able to "do something" : a tacit acceptance of the prolonged dreariness results in an unintended fortitude caused by the privation of something . to 'run with the hunted' implies that the we are not running toward something, but away from something; however, tinted without time, we are arrived at the act of running, i must imagine that the joy thus involved is that same joy resulting from the privation of something : the privation of something might lead to decay : a phoenix will burn and rise again, a grain may decay and transform itself into alchoholic purity and potency. it implies something is scalable, the elastic proof is scalable : the human body is not scalable while the coastline is scalable . to make the most of its scalability is to say that it decays and rises again when tinted without time : it is inside itself all the time . sophos, do not to mention the fearful sphere, leave it unmentioned, it is the irresistable sphere . i only want to draw flowers, i am tired, and proud when i listen to myself talk, and ashamed . the shame is what hunts me, and keeps me hunted . the joy is to be unequivocally against the shame, to be tinted without time, the image is jack: jack is pursued, hunted, but for whatever reason he will not run now, he has paused and decided not to run, but this is the pause between when he has decided and when he has confronted the hunter, there is a lag, because he has been running, when he stops he must wait for the hunter to catch up, and this moment of waiting is the image, the unequivocal jack, with a certain expression, crouched behind a wall hiding so as to surprise the hunter when he comes, because the hunter is long used to jack running and takes it for granted that he is the hunter and jack is the hunted, but at this moment jack has turned hunter and the surprise is to his advantage, crouched, with his weapon, waiting at last, taking this moment as the image and the dream ends without the final act, i wake up and the consequence of jack's resolve is vanished, and there will be no continuation in the next episode, it is a dream as opposed to epic, that moment was the meaning itself