꩜ volution
The spiral stands in its place, these ideas that lie beyond the reach of language. Indeed, we braid words around meaning in efforts to bridge the gap between the ambiguity of feeling and the inflexibility of language.
Burn an incense and see how the smoke rises. If you could see the crown of your head, you’d see the pattern of your hair coiling. Even the fingerprints we leave around us spiral. The eternally nameless, the ever-evolving, who’s ultimate essence is impossible to describe yet evident in one’s being of aliveness.
You might only notice it dancing away just as you begin to feel like you understand, set into infinite motion—yet still—it coils around you. We reach out to it with a knowing acceptance that it lies beyond our grasp.
are.na ↗











