I write;I think;I know.

when eleven eats three

Imagine you'd lived all your life as a flat person inside a triangle. It's in your nature, it's what you are. So you adjust to it. Live your flat existence and accept it. Which is why, at first, you are unable to see the nature of the world you live in. As you grow you learn to rotate withing your triangle world, become able see the points that define it. As time goes by you are even able to generate a workable map that allows you some insight into the things you're not currently looking at.

Then one day something hits you out of the blue. Something which knocks you out of your triangular existence. Where once you were able to see one, perhaps two, of the three points which defined your world you suddenly become able to see all three at the same time. Initially you're not predisposed to notice the change. After all it's a concept that alien to that which you were. So you fight it, push against the world that is and search for the world that was.

Only you are no longer that which you were. The map that connects you back through the past becomes something else. A mask you wear whilst you learn to come to terms with the altered parameters of your new existence. The moment it changed becomes the moment you were born. Reconciling what went before with what is now becomes challenging. For as you look around you can see how those around you are still trapped in a triangular existence; the worlds you share with them assume it; yet you are not like them and never can be again. The rules have changed.

Yet this is not the end of it. Your very nature has changed. If you'd been born here you would have accepted it. Just as you accepted your earlier triangular existence. But you've experienced it change. In the search to understand that change you begin to push against the boundaries of this new world. Climbing higher and further you push beyond your second-stage existence. Discovering different worlds, experiencing more than can expressed in either of the worlds you've inhabited.

Because in a very real sense you are unprepared for what is to come. The skills you learned through your triangular existence are unsuited to the places you find yourself. So you build your own raft of thought to carry you on your journey. Array ideas in ways that are seemingly meaningless to those left behind. Ideas which even you recognize are little more than an internal mechanism of abstraction. Things to help you cope and survive the flood. Things which make perfect sense internally yet which sound little better than word-salad when you try expressing them to others.

So you evolve to a higher plane. Find youself in an alien world. A seemingly empty world because nothing is as it once seemed. Yet you still hold the beliefs you once did. Intangibles of thought and self which transcend all the worlds you've touched. That you are so far above these worlds is immaterial. So you find a world that folds neatly into two. A way your triangular life and that which came after may co-exist. Placing yourself at the bridge between realities. Your way to calm the dissonance you can spy on the horizon.

For you can see dissonance. Things growing down to meet that which grows-up. Meeting in the middle in the not too distant future. Worlds colliding in ways history teaches you must result in winners and loosers. Yet there is hope too. For you've been to places which have taught you that there is another way. Ways to avoid the mistakes which lead to disaster. A way for all to win without the fear of loss.

So you give of yourself. For that, you have found, is all you have. A richness beyond the measure locked in the safest of places. A thing you can shape, manipulate and direct. Producing worthwhile affect from nothing more than thought and focus. A calling of a higher order. A thing which seeks to expose parameters of shared existence this world is as yet unwilling to accept. A thing your nature drives you to do. For it is in this world your children were born. And you know one day you are destined to meet.